There were several young men and women in the venue who simply fainted before they finished listening to what he had to say. Before closing their eyes, all that echoed in their minds were the words 'conscription order'. The words 'I am weak' and 'I can't be a soldier' were almost written on their faces.
Obviously, this part of the people did not put that word in the brain in the inside once, and already believe it.
Some of the nobles with knowledge, but are more or less recognize the Holy See's divine pattern. Some people even immediately recognized the complex pattern on the divine robe that represents the bishop, and the emblem of the Holy Church engraved on the knight's armor.
Those emblems and divine motifs are similar to those of the Three Holy Churches of 'St. Vermilion'. Vermic Cathedral' is extremely similar to the style. Just one more side by side, representing the 'dawn' meaning of the coat of arms to. But in any case, it represents their status is only higher than lower.
As for the messenger who looks a bit familiar, the clothes he wore had the seal of the Winged Wind City.
After a brief look, these people can't help but buzz in the brain, head in a slight dizziness.
Is the Holy See officially sending troops to the Valley?
There were murmurs in the meeting hall, and slowly began to chaos - the Holy See and the Duke joint food and military conscription, what kind of big event has happened?
Looking at the group of knights' strong and unreasonable eyes, these thousand people were like sheep surrounded by wolves.
Just as the noise intensified, the armored giant seemed to be impatient with the noise. With a loud roar from him, the whole hall was silenced.
Things seemed to be in a hurry, those Black Pearl knights who heard the news at this time, from the inner hall at the back of the banquet hall, pushed the door and rushed into the dance floor.
They gathered more and more, and their number was obviously several times more than this uninvited guest. But there is something strange. These knights who originally rushed to the hall in a raging manner, at the moment they saw the attire on these Knights of the Sanctuary, they all stared in amazement, and there was a flash of horror on their faces.
Then some people's eyes were red, hands trembling, clutching the longsword at the waist, and some people were sweating at the corners of their foreheads, their faces pale as they looked upstairs to a certain location.
For this strange scene in front of him, George was first slightly surprised. Then he smiled coldly.
But at this time, a magnetic but slightly lazy voice, but suddenly sounded not far away: "It's my uncle ~, another letter?"
George turned his head and saw a young woman, who was slightly leaning on the slow platform of the escalator, faintly surveying herself while gently shaking her glass - the color, as if bright red blood.
This woman's appearance is very beautiful, but not perfect, but extremely distinctive.
Her long, dark brown, slightly curly hair was pulled back, and her eyes looked like beautiful emeralds. When squinting slightly, they sometimes remind people of a cat, and when opening wide, they look like a beautiful lioness. It seems to have a very unique sense of beauty.
And when you look directly into her blue eyes, you can find that under her languid appearance, there seems to be a deep wildness.
George did not know why he was so fascinated by her when he was young. But at this time when their eyes met, he could not help but stare.
This woman, who had a hasty meeting with herself, should now be 30 or 40 years old. However, at this time is as young as he remembered at the beginning.
The years did not leave any traces on her face, but let her more and more mature.
Elizabeth slowly sipped her glass of wine and slowly walked down the steps.
The group of aristocrats who had just been rushed and godless switched perspectives at this moment, and their gazes fell on her body.
At this moment, the nobles and knights found a strength from this woman's body, a strength that made them not panic, as if they had newly found their confidence, and slowly all raised their chests.
"The Count can be really good spirits." George narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded his head, looking as if he had forced a wave of anger into his chest: "You have taken care of the Lord Duke's logistics, but you have really taken care of the song and dance."
After this cold voice landed, those iron hands flung a letter in front of the countess's feet.
I'm afraid that this action is not even enough to describe as arrogant - it's simply rude!
Those black pearl knights saw the rage have drawn their swords, and the panic and fear brought to them by the knights of the Holy Church in front of them, was also washed away by that anger.
Obviously, the Countess had more sense than them, and this was also within George's expectation - she waved her hand to stop the knights.
Immediately afterwards, George was slightly surprised to see that the countess bent her back in spite of her manners, lowered her head in front of herself, and picked up the letter on the ground.
Such a scene made him raise his eyebrows, slightly surprised.
But the most unexpected thing for George was Elizabeth's next words.
"Your Excellency Alexander, please don't be so... Please take a short rest here with your knights, and I will do my best to attend to all of Your Excellency's needs." The Countess smiled faintly, and the smile that bloomed out was not like welcoming a group of uninvited guests, but rather as if she was welcoming an old friend who had come from afar.
At this moment, all the breathing in the hall seemed to pause.
After listening to these words, George could not help but blink hard and pull out his ears.
He looked at the big guy beside him with a dumbfounded look, and saw that the big guy just came over and touched the back of his head, with an embarrassed face and a naive smile there, "Wow? How do you know I'm hungry?"
Mrs. Elizabeth turned her gaze and looked at the big, silly man, her eyes full of amazement, a face of bewilderment.
George looked at the two people with a dumbfounded look, certain that they did not know each other. After a moment of bewilderment, he looked into the confused eyes of the countess, and then it dawned on him - this bitch must be scamming herself!
What a thoughtful act!
"Oh, Your Excellency the Count." George laughed, his face suddenly became very gloomy: "In the bishops I know, both the new and the original people, there is no one called 'Alexander'."
This thing he can still be sure, after all, he has mixed in the Holy Church (although a trainee priest), but the bishop such a big figure, including the future opportunity to ascend to the bishop of the great people, he still know the name.
However, after George said this, the countess surprisingly showed a dumbfounded look - as if she had indeed heard of the person 'Alexander'.
Then George saw her eyes widen, first looked at Alexander, and then had a look at himself. It was as if she understood something, her face turned from red to blue.
Finally, she slowly nodded her head, slightly narrowed her eyes, and looked at George with that murderous gaze.
"..."
Alexander - this countess mouth mentioned the name exactly refers to who, George is afraid that he will never be able to figure out in the future.
But in any case, he is aware that there must be a big misunderstanding...
...
Black Pearl Manor, third floor living room.
Looking at the Black Pearl knights who walked out the door, George felt that, compared to his own impression of those big, burly men, they looked just a little too slender and handsome.
Moreover, whenever he looked at them, their eyes would have a touch of panic that could not be concealed ... It was as if this archbishop himself would eat people.
He really couldn't understand how this countess could rely on such a group of people to form a strong barrier here, so that the scourge in the north of the manor could not cross here and attack the group of waste lords in the south.
"I was once told that the bones of my ancestors should be exhumed from the cemetery and burned clean. But you know, in those days. For me, who just inherited the territory, how difficult it was to give such an order... After all these years, I slowly realized that everything he said was right. But I made too many wrong decisions... He was right, I was a foolish and undecided woman."
The words beside his ear slowly brought George back to his senses, and he picked up the cup of black tea that had just been filled, and after taking a sip, he found that there was no sugar or milk added. The bitter and clear taste made him like it very much.
But the Earl's cup of tea was with milk and honey.
Retracted his gaze, George looked into Elizabeth's eyes, after a slight smile, said: "Lord Count, in this, I have a different opinion from you - in what I see today, is a wise and decisive lord. And I admire you for what you have done in these years."
If Antony had heard this shameless compliment, he would have thrown up on the spot. But as long as the countess can just promise to fulfill all, more disgusting words, George can also spit out.
However, the fact is, with the current situation in the western part of the valley. The presiding officer here is, indeed, already very powerful - if what she says is true.
One hundred thousand beings - before, when this number came out of Elizabeth's mouth, George nearly spit out the tea in his mouth. And even now, he retained a great deal of doubt in his mind about the matter.
But those drunken nobles, and the grain being carried outside the window at this time, but it is true. This makes George repeatedly doubt that this area of the valley is not still sunshine, and today is only a fog...
He really can't understand, if there is no sunlight, the black pearl count, what method will be used, to keep all the monsters in the north.
Unless those monsters, and those nobles, like dogs, to obey her - she said a word, so that the arrogant nobles, regardless of the dirty and tired rushed into the barn.
George felt that everything he had seen today was too bizarre, and the manor, too, had always given him an indefinable feeling.
But no matter what, this rich woman has given a promise.
She said she would fill her seven ships with grain and transport them to the designated place.
Each of these seven large ships of a thousand materials could hold three or four hundred tons of cargo, and when filled, there were 70,000 to 80,000 bushels.
The Count promised to give 100,000 military rations, so the remaining 20,000 to 30,000 will be transported by horses...
These grains, in a time like now, are absolutely astronomical.
And if what the nobles said is true, then this woman should have distributed a lot of food to the southern territories over the years...
She is like a needle in the sea as a guardian of the place, allowing the north to huge waves, the south also remains calm.
George did not know how this woman did, in his opinion, even before the Mist Countess began to prepare. I'm afraid it is difficult to make sense.
Many things I'm afraid is too fantastic some - just say is the food, the Earl's territory is now the pollution situation, even if the stock of food more, to feed the thousands of soldiers and knights of the manor castle, I'm afraid that tens of thousands of bushels per year to be enough.
With the pollution around the fold, it is good to be self-sufficient, let alone take out surplus food to the southern territories.
So I'm afraid it's absolutely impossible to do just by saving money.
Unless the thousands of people guarding the earl's territory do not eat and drink...
After a pause, George said: "In any case, Lord Count. For what you have done, I represent the Duke and the entire people of the West, to express their gratitude to you. Without your food, the battle at the front would have ended in a catastrophic end... If you need any help in the future, please feel free to write to me. My Order, is stationed in the area of the entrance to the valley."
"I don't need help, George." Elizabeth turned her head with a hint of arrogance in her tone: "The Black Pearl family is far richer than you can imagine, and the knights of the Black Pearl, too, can guard the land."
The countess continued, "But if you want to help yourself, but also want to worry about the future of these people of the Valley. I suggest you pay attention to those areas north of my estate."
These two words of Earl of Black Pearl were somewhat contradictory. Because if she really had such ability, she would not need someone to help her worry about the north - as long as she pressed her army through.
So this made George feel slightly surprised. But he whirled around and understood that it was possible that Elizabeth's words were just a bit dead on arrival.
So he did not say much, just nodded, as a commitment.
"However, I will send you a letter..."
That last look from the countess made George feel very unnatural...
"Dear Lady Elizabeth, I have been having a doubt, and I would like you to help me explain."
"Please go ahead."
"Who is Alexander?"
"I don't know this person, I just heard that the Holy See will send him to take over this place." Elizabeth took a sip of tea and said casually. After a pause, she added with a smile, "The Valley is closed to news, and there are inevitably some false rumors. Today there was some misunderstanding, please don't worry about it, Your Excellency the Bishop."
These words from the Countess' mouth sounded reasonable. However, the expression in her eyes at this moment was not so.
George looked at the stiff smile on Elizabeth's face and nodded with an "Oh~", knowingly treating the matter all as a misunderstanding.
Immediately afterwards, he coughed without a red face and asked: "Well then, your honorable lady... I heard that you still have some ores stored here?"