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Avril reached out to support her cheek, and carefully recalled Hans's mount.

It seems to be a pure-bred northern grassland horse. It is indeed a very valuable species, and the coat color should have been selected and purified for several generations. Only the top nobles can afford this kind of horse. It is really not like a horse. What Hans said is true for the children of the fallen nobles?

When she began to think about how to use this relationship to fish everyone out, Byrne curiously approached Hans and asked, "Master Commander, why did the countess give you a horse?"

Hearing this, the bushy eyebrows of the bearded cousin frowned, and he scratched his head in confusion.

"I don't know this very well. She gave me the horse last June. I slept soundly at home that day when I suddenly heard the sound of a horse at the door in the middle of the night.

I opened the door and went out to take a look. Mrs. Pomona was standing at the door on a horse and looking at me and laughing. Then she jumped off the horse and bit me in the face. Go, say she's all mine, I can do whatever I want..."

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It was as if a thunderstorm had slammed into everyone's heads. The corner of Avril's mouth twitched, and Byrne asked in shock, "Commander!...What you said...is true?"

The bearded cousin gave him a dissatisfied look, I said it clearly, why do you still doubt me?

"Of course it's true! What did I lie to you for? Although Mrs. Pomona ignored me after that day, she looked angry every time she met, but she gave me such an expensive horse, she shouldn't be real Do you hate me?"

The young knights looked at each other, Bourne, who was the closest, leaned in covertly, stretched out his elbow and turned the bearded cousin's rib, and asked the question everyone wanted to know with a strange expression.

"Lord Commander, wasn't that night... not very... harmonious?"

"Harmony? What harmony?"

"It's...that the Marchioness and you stole...after staying with you..."

The bearded cousin said strangely: "What are you kidding? She is the Marquise, how could I let her stay overnight?"

As if struck by lightning, Byrne said in a trembling voice, "You didn't steal... stay overnight? But... but she made it so obvious that you can do whatever you want!"

Hans frowned and looked at him like a fool. "Yeah, so I asked for her horse. She's got a set of pajamas all over her except for the horse, you mean I should take the pajamas too? But I can ride the horse, her pajamas I can't wear it anymore, what do I want her pajamas for?"

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Everyone in the tent made the same expression, as if the whole outlook on life had been completely destroyed.

Avril twitched the corners of her mouth and covered her face weakly. The distance from the Vankins' house to the Marquis of Gilbert's mansion... It would take half an hour to ride a horse.

Full of joy, he even came to find his lover in the ashes, but not only was he turned away, but he had to walk more than ten miles home. It was a tragedy on earth, right? If I was brought out by William like this, I am afraid that I will kill him on the spot. Hans can live to this day, either because of true love, or because the lady's mind and her bear circle have reached the same level...

Byrne leaned over with a look of disbelief, put his hand on Hans's shoulder, and said with a full face: "Master Commander... I take the liberty to ask, do you know how the child was born?"

Hans was amused by his question and said with a smile: "Of course I know, my mother told me when I was a child that after a man and a woman get married, go to the backyard to plant a multi-seed tree, and a year later there will be one Crane is here with the child in his mouth."

Under everyone's complicated eyes, he put his arms around Byrne's neck. "Hahaha! You don't even know this, do you? By the way, do you know what a man and a woman do on their wedding night? My mother said..."

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"Enough!" Avril, who couldn't listen anymore, covered her forehead, shouted loudly to stop his self-destruction, and then forcibly controlled her emotions, and patted Hans on the shoulder strangely.

"Hans! William's last hope is up to you. Let's talk to the guard at the gate to see if we can see the marquise. If possible, we'd better send a message to the marquise."

The young knights nodded with some inexplicable thoughts, and came over one by one and said in a low voice:

"Master Commander! It's up to you!"

"Come on, Lord Commander, and fulfill your vow just now!"

"That's right, let's talk about the old man of the Marquis of Gibour..."

At this moment, the surprised voices of the guards suddenly came from outside the camp.

"Marquise, why are you here?"

"Yeah." An indifferent female voice sounded, along with a dull physical blow.

"Madam, what are you doing? Here is the queen. We are here under the orders of the Marquis. You can't..." As if the woman had done something, the guards' voices became a little anxious.

"Go away!" A series of drum-like muffled sounds came, accompanied by a series of muffled hums.

The felt cloth at the entrance of the tent was rudely lifted for the third time, and a tall woman in a long cyan dress smashed the guard at the entrance with one punch and strode in.

She looked around and saw the big beard covered in dust at a glance, as if she was about to get revenge, and grinned happily.

"Hans?"

The bearded man quickly stood up and scratched his head in embarrassment. "Bo... Mrs. Pomona."

When the two looked at each other silently, Avril scrutinized the woman who came in. Although she had met a few times before, it was the first time that she had carefully observed the marquise of the famous capital.

Pomona looked to be less than thirty years old, with a wheat-colored goose egg face, a pair of beautiful eyes looking forward to life, light brown curly hair hanging down on her shoulders, and her body was plump and bumpy, as gorgeous as a peony in a gold vase. Grace, is a very charming and beautiful woman, not to mention the size of the pair that makes all women envy...

"I have seen Her Majesty the Queen."

The broad-minded Marchioness glared at Hans, then put away her aggressive look, and reached out to lift the corner of her skirt to behave like a noblewoman.

However, without waiting for Avril to return her salute, she straightened up and said with a blushing face, "Your Majesty the Queen, I have some matters to resolve with your knight commander, if you don't mind..."

Avril smiled strangely, spread out her right hand and pointed at Hans, indicating that the guy is yours, if you want to kill or slash you, please do so.

The Marchioness smiled embarrassedly, and then lifted the 200-pound beard with one hand and forcibly dragged him out of the tent regardless of his struggles. There were faint voices from outside the tent.

"Hey? What's wrong with these people? Ah, don't drag me, I can go by myself! By the way, the queen wants me to give your daughter a message."

"Okay, what words do you bring?"

"Uh... She hasn't said it yet, let me go first, and I'll go back and ask her."

"Don't ask, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I know what I'm going to say, put your mouth together and I'll tell you quietly."

"Ah... huh?"

After the voices of the two gradually disappeared, Avril chuckled and walked out of the tent.

Sure enough, no guards came out to intercept her. There were more than 20 people lying at the entrance of the tent, including two second-tier professionals, but they were all lying unconscious on the ground.

Byrne followed her out of the tent and stared blankly at the guard who was lying on the ground.

"Your Majesty, there are more than a dozen professionals, and there are also two second-tier iron guards. How can you let people down without even humming? That lady is so fierce!"

Avril smiled. Otherwise, how could she really love Hans, a second-order iron wall knight without a horse. If the lady wanted to, she would be able to hammer him to death in minutes.

"Yeah, that lady is really good. She usually haunts the prom theater, but only occasionally does some exercises. She can actually become a third-order fighting master. Some people are really favored by the gods."

Avril stretched out her hand and built a pergola in front of her. She looked around with her toes on her toes. Above an abandoned camp in the south, she found a royal flag that was planted diagonally.

The somewhat dilapidated flag was fluttering in the wind in the afterglow of the setting sun, torn by the cool evening breeze.

Avril turned her head to look at the large tent in the middle of the barracks. The royal flag that was supposed to be flying on it was long gone, replaced by a private flag embroidered with the family crest of the Marquis of Gibbert.

The smile on Her Majesty's face gradually faded, she took the horse tied at the door and strode forward vigorously.

"Everyone gets on the horse, it's time to get back what belongs to me!"