Light and Darkness by Pitt Michael (free e reader txt) 📖

a seat by touching the chair. He stuttered and said, "His Royal Highness, I, you, how are you interested in the little huntsmanship? This hunt is too dangerous, and in your incomparably noble identity, you cannot follow The lower class nobles are taking risks together. This is too much to lose your princess status, and it is also a blame for the dignity of the royal family. The subordinates dare not do this!"

　　 Floya walked over and stood in front of Roger, her small face coming up. If there were no one, Floya's intimate behavior would undoubtedly make Roger ecstatic. But at the moment the princess's fiancé nominally, Ophelok was watching from the side. If he had the slightest intimacy with the princess, his head might be unstable. Roger tried to hide after trying desperately, but behind him was the back of the chair. Floya's suffocating little face still kept coming together. Seeing that the noses of the two were about to touch, Roger sighed, and the whole person fell to the sky, and even the person fell heavily with a chair.

Floya smiled and said, "Are you so afraid of me? Can I still eat you? You can't eat it? With this princess, your "hunting" will only succeed, not fail! Even if it fails By the way, these two people will naturally take the blame for you, what are you afraid of?"

　　Roger secretly scolded, in case something went wrong, David and Ophelok would be blamed for themselves. He looked to Opheloque for help, but he saw the majestic golden lion looking at him inexplicably, and Roger died.

　　 But the fat man is not willing to be so controlled by others, so he has to take back something. He turned his head to look at David and asked, "The princess likes hunting so much, she is self-serving, but she doesn't know about the "night return" hotel..."

　　David smiled and said, "The "Night Return" Hotel? What is that place? Are there any exciting programs?"

　　 Seeing David pretend to be stupid, Rogge couldn't help it. He had to get up from the ground, turned around, and suddenly saw Princess Floya standing tightly behind him. Rogge screamed, jumped back, tripped over the chair, and fell again. This naturally provoked a series of crisp laughter of Floya.

　　Roger sighed, it seems that he can only bring the ancient disaster of Floya. Although with her strength, this hunting can be said to be successful. But she acted moody, who would have guaranteed that she would not tie herself to sell to the dwarves? What makes Roger shudder even more is that the actions that he thought were secrets were known to everyone. If the interested person set a few traps, I am afraid that this trip to the Principality of Ron will be his last trip.

　　 The day of departure is here.

　　 Before dawn, the caravan of Clark Caravan went out of the west gate of Lille. This is a huge caravan composed of nearly one hundred trucks, and there are nearly four hundred mercenary knights alone. Such a huge guard force is enough to make all the thieves retreat.

　　On a small hill beside the road outside the city, Roger and a group of noble youths stood on it, watching the caravans of the caravan passing by. Roger looked at the ten carriages behind the convoy silently. Floya really had the princess's style, although she claimed to have only 13 guards, but all the luggage was loaded with eight carriages! Although the ten coachmen concealed their strength in every possible way, their strength was weak, and Roger used his mental strength to make it clear.

　　 Roger looked away, the road winding to the distance, the end of the road is the mysterious principality of Ron. This will be the first time Rogge, 24, has stepped out of the Rhineland.

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The convoy stretched westward all the way. Four days later, it was 200 kilometers away from Lille. The ground began to become rugged, the distant mountains could be seen vaguely, and people were becoming scarce.
　　 This place has begun to approach the border of the principality.

　　 Since the caravan left Lille, a variety of magical creatures surrounded the caravan and couldn't stop prying. But Floya was not as easy to talk as Roger. Wherever the convoy went, crows and sparrows would somehow fall from the trees inexplicably. Some hamsters and snakes also rushed out of the soil, jumped a few feet high, and fell to the sky when they fell on the ground. They were dead.

　　 By the next day, there were no magic creatures around to dare to spy. As the team walked through the forest area, a slender but flexible deer suddenly madly rushed to the team from the forest. As soon as it ran a few steps on the grass outside the forest, Blue Fire continued to spray from its body, and then ran a few steps to become a fire deer. The deer wailed, his forehead suddenly cracked, and a huge eye burst out. Under the flames, the deer's wail quickly ceased.

　　 Lan Huo is extremely overbearing and burns the deer corpse mercilessly. After the flame was extinguished, there was only a black deer shape on the grass.

　　 At the tail of the convoy, Kate and Roger walked slowly past the burning deer shape on the grass. Kate lowered her voice and asked Roger: "You said that this deer is also a spy of the Demon Race?"

Rogge also lowered his voice and replied: "If I was right, this deer should be the three-eye deer of Warcraft. It has very good eyesight and hearing ability. Few forest creatures can catch up with it. If necessary, you can release a stimulating mist to cover yourself and escape. It is a very good and very rare spy. The book says that even in the devil world, there are not many such deer."

"Yesterday, sixty-two magic creature spies died inexplicably. Today, counting this deer, there are only five dead. But these five seem to be all very advanced spies. You said, all this Did she really do it?" When Kate mentioned'her', her voice was a little trembling.

Rogge was almost lying on Kate’s ear, and he whispered, “Who else would she have? But this can’t be said to Lens’s big mouth. If we annoy her, we’re not good Eat fruit!"

　　 Kate looked at the forest on both sides of the road, and only dared to use the afterglow of his eyes to glance at the ten gorgeous carriages in the convoy, and nodded very slowly.

　　 "Kate, how many of her ten coachmen can you deal with?" Roger asked suddenly.

　　 "If it's a regular duel, I'll win the last one; if I come to two, I will definitely lose. Of course, if you don't restrict the rules, you won't be able to say much."

　　Roger sighed and stopped talking. The two rode side by side and slowly went west with the team.

　　After the three-eyed fogling deer were burned to fly ash, various demon creatures finally disappeared around the convoy.

　　Although various creatures continue to die inexplicably around the convoy, the folks at the Clark Chamber of Commerce are characters who have experienced high winds and waves. The fifty golden lion knights turned a blind eye, and only died of ordinary crows and mice; while the 300 knights of "Dragon and Beauty" panicked, these desperate men were all old fritters. No matter who did all this, in a word, it was not offended by oneself. Since Rogge was all casual, they should not be seen. But thinking of Fengyue's horror and Rogge's daily life, many people have already set doubts on Rogge in private.

　　 This may be the first time in the life of a fat man for someone else.

　　 From the third day of the team's departure, the Demon Scouts were extinct, but the brain probes on both sides of the team were replaced by ragged bandit bandits. Seeing the large-scale escort team, these climatic little bandits naturally dared not fight any ideas.

　　Roger and others knew Floya’s power and horror. The subconscious always wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Only Lens was completely fascinated by Floya's beauty, thinking of ways to get closer every day. If it weren’t for Floya’s entourage and the driver, none of them seemed to be irritating, and maybe one night Lens would get into Floria’s carriage.

　　 Westbound all the way, ten days later, the team finally arrived in Saleburg without any danger.

　　 Since leaving Selesburg, several nobles have never had time to come back here. Fortunately, when a few people left, they had already laid a good foundation, and everything was basically on the right track. Over the past six months, various instructions have been issued to Salesburg; every month, a detailed report on the territory is sent to several nobles. However, when the outline of Sellersburg was revealed far away, a few nobles could not restrain the excitement in their hearts and left the team and drove forward.

　　 Benjamin leaned out of the carriage, looked at the backs of several noble youths, and smiled slightly.

　　 Floya also lifted the curtain of the car window, glanced out, and told the driver to say, "Follow and see!"

　　 The middle-aged driver shook the reins, and six pure-bred Orleans high-headed horses pulled the princess's carriage out of the convoy, chasing down the road at a speed not inferior to several noble youths.

　　Roger and others had gone to Sellersburg in the afternoon. After more than half a year of construction, Sellersburg is no longer the rundown look of the year. Apart from a collapsed watchtower that has not been repaired, the castle has been basically renovated. Most of the windows in the main building of the castle have been fitted with shutters, and a "Dragon and Beauty" flag flutters on the roof.

　　 Two large rows of wooden houses were built on both sides of the main building of the castle. Robsky, who had arrived earlier, was assisting Doyle to guide the bandits to practice in the middle of the square. After two months of rigorous training, it turned out that only 300 thieves were eliminated by Doyle. This made Robsky very proud of his insights. After all, these thieves were all his own men and they were selected by him. Now it proves that, in terms of quality, these thieves selected by themselves are not much worse than the elite troops of the first-class mercenary regiment. In two months, Doyle added more than 30 mountain people to come in. It won’t take long for these bandits and barbarians to become the main force of Rog’s sacred knighthood.

At the other end of the castle, there are two large smelting workshops, and eight chimneys rising into the clouds are emitting thick black smoke. A cart of fine iron ore and coal were transported into the stomachs of these two giant monsters, and hot molten steel was spitting out of the monster's mouth.

　　 Next to the smelting workshop, a simple warehouse was put on a tarpaulin, and the steel ingots with cyan gloss shone neatly. The two guards stood by the warehouse, quite lazy. No wonder, in this poor place, who would steal these steel ingots? Just to