Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 142 The Cold Knight of the Western Noble Family (37)

The room was eerily quiet.

The man recounted his life story and the war in his ears. Some of the younger generation didn't quite understand what he was saying after the translation, but the older generation who had participated in and experienced the war between the Ryukyu Kingdom and the Teren Empire grew colder and colder as they listened.

Not only did it chill them to the bone, but some of the more cunning old foxes who had come to their senses looked around at the crowd and, in a daze, finally realized that these were all people connected to that war back then!

The Hongmen Banquet.

A banquet that had been planned for several years finally began today.

The usually cunning foxes finally revealed their fear and panic, their faces turning bluish-purple and deathly pale as they stood trembling in place.

Nadeshiko seemed to appreciate art, not wanting to miss a single subtle expression on anyone's face.

"What, what are you trying to do?!"

Finally, someone in the crowd dared to speak up and question, though their voice was old and trembling.

Nadeshiko smiled, her feminine gaze sweeping over the speaker.

He said softly, "To repeat history."

Silence fell within the hall.

Nadeshiko smiled: "I have already informed your nations that the Regent of Ryukyu has colluded with Lancelot of Terren to frame you all and put you in danger. We need to send troops immediately. At that time, a million troops will be at your gates..."

His handsome face was contorted with rage, his eyes sticky and gloomy. He feigned fear and let out a soft cry, then smiled gently: "A million men, tsk tsk. I am outnumbered and have no choice but to send you all out of the city to commit suicide as a sign of the Ryukyu Kingdom's 'sincerity' in surrendering and making peace."

Upon hearing this, someone in the crowd spat out a mouthful of blood: "Are you crazy?! With troops from more than a dozen countries pressing in, you think you can escape?!"

Nadeshiko laughed: "Can the armies of more than a dozen countries compare to one of Terren's?"

Everyone was stunned.

Nadeshiko looked around at the people who were crying or afraid, raised her hand to Lancelot beside her, and smiled gently and elegantly: "Have you all forgotten that I have a very pleasant working relationship with Lord Lancelot?"

"Fifteen years ago, you joined forces but were no match for Terren. Fifteen years later, you still can't turn the tide."

Nadeshiko laughed: "Back then, you bastards didn't die at Harvard's hands, but you died at his son's hands, it's the same thing."

The women wept and trembled, the young children cried, and the hall was filled with noise. Someone, with a fierce look in their eyes and a death wish, snatched the guard's sword and stabbed at the man.

There was a sound of a sword piercing flesh; the sword went through his chest, and blood flowed freely to the tip of the sword, dripping onto the ground.

Outside the hall, thunder suddenly roared, and lightning illuminated the effeminate features and the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, filling everyone with sudden fear.

"..." Nadeshiko lowered her eyes slightly, smiling as she watched the person in front of her slowly fall down.

Lancelot withdrew his sword, glanced coldly at his surroundings, and everyone avoided his gaze, bowing their heads in silence.

Thus, everyone in the hall finally believed that Lancelot was standing beside that treacherous and vicious villain.

Nadeshiko smiled, slowly and deliberately straightening her not-too-disheveled sleeves, as if bathed in spring breeze and rain:
"Before the army arrives, you may rest in this hall."

He paused, glanced around at the layers of corpses at his feet, and, not intending to pay them any attention, smiled, "Although early autumn has arrived, the sweltering heat of summer still lingers."

"If someone's family member gets sick or rotten, there's nothing that can be done."

-

Meanwhile, a large group of people were hurrying along in the rain.

The heavy hooves churned up the muddy wetlands, splashing water everywhere. A thunderous roar followed, and the black armor exuded a chilling aura.

The man leading the ride had his thin lips pressed tightly together, and his long, well-defined hands gripped the reins so tightly that the veins on them bulged.

Mel followed closely behind, urging him with a complicated expression, "Faster!" He then tried to keep up with the man's speed, attempting to speak to the tall, slender figure who had been traveling all night without uttering a word.

“My lord…” In the pouring rain, Mel wiped his face and carefully began to speak, “The knights have been running all night, and the horses are almost exhausted.”

Upon hearing this, Lancelot did not slow down at all. He gave a low, hoarse shout, and the black horse sped up, leaving Mel half a body off the horse.

"Arrive at the border of Ryukyu within half a month, and have the border troops ready in advance," Lancelot said calmly from the front.

Rain pattered on his handsome, aloof face. His long, curled eyelashes seemed unable to stop the falling raindrops, which slid down his cheeks. His azure eyes were half-closed, revealing an endless, desolate, icy sea.

“My lord!” Recalling the man’s icy gaze when he woke up last night, Mel still felt lingering fear. He sighed, knowing that the man was now completely deaf to any advice.

However, to think that one could reach the capital of Ryukyu in a short time is simply a pipe dream!
Mel looked bitter.

But the only response he received was the sound of pouring rain and the heavy thud of horses' hooves sinking into the mud.

-

Within a few days, news of the Regent of Ryukyu and the Duke of Lancelot of Teren's collaboration in imprisoning royal relatives, nobles, and important ministers spread throughout the countries, causing an uproar in all nations.

More than a dozen heads of state gathered to discuss the matter. Coincidentally, none of them were the incumbent heads of state from that time, but they recalled the war that had raged for several years with the Terren Empire fifteen years ago…

Each of them was on high alert, not daring to think too deeply.

Haval was terrifying back then, and now his son Lancelot's methods of fighting have made him feared by hundreds of nations, making him even more troublesome!

However, rumors were rampant among the people, damaging the emperor's authority and dignity. The imperial relatives and senior officials were constantly crying and pleading at the gate, putting immense pressure on the emperor, which made it impossible for him to abandon the imprisoned imperial relatives and descendants of important officials.

"Depend on!"

After a moment of silence, one of the heads of state swore. He kicked the edge of the table, yelling, "Damn it, we've been manipulated!"

After a while, someone finally spoke up, "Let's send troops; what if we can win?"

He fell silent after speaking, as if even he himself couldn't convince himself with his nonsense.

In short, after some "intense" discussions, more than a dozen countries began to discuss the deployment of their troops, passing the buck back and forth, and finally, they set off for Ryukyu.

-

Half a month later, a million troops pressed in, stationing their forces thirty miles from the city.

Every day, soldiers from various countries took turns challenging the city gates, but the Ryukyu Kingdom remained quiet, with the soldiers on the city gates standing still and unmoved.

After a few days, many heads of state were secretly pleased, wondering if the Ryukyu Kingdom had become afraid, and continued to sing and dance in their tents.

"(Leaning back and laughing with a cigarette in his mouth) Those regents and Lancelot are just kids, what skills do they have? Hahahahahahahaha."

"Exactly. (Shaking his wine glass, his fat face full of wrinkles, laughing loudly) They even made us come to besiege the city with great fanfare?! But they didn't dare to utter a single word, hahahahahahaha."

"These past few days, I haven't even seen a single soldier on the other side! Damn it, my own dogs eat so much, and before the fighting even starts, I've already wasted 25,000 shi of grain!"

One of the leaders suggested, "We must make Ryukyu and Terengganu pay for our expedition! Make them cede territory and pay reparations!!"

Just as everyone was about to agree, a panicked report came from inside, and a soldier crawled in, scrambling to his feet.

"Report!"

"A massive army has appeared in the north! Densely packed! Stretching for thousands of miles!"

Everyone was startled. One of the leaders dropped his wine glass and asked in a trembling voice, "Who is it?!"

The soldier looked terrified:
"Look at the flag, it's...it's Teren!"