Cyril had no time to talk to Alexey, and Caroline had to talk more, so he simply said rudely, grabbed one with one hand, and jumped directly from the highest point of the castle.

In my ears were the boy's screams that were not changed in voice, and the girl's screams that were obviously surprised and stimulating the boy.

Alexey only felt the scene in front of him falling rapidly, and the spires of towers passed by him, as if he could almost penetrate his face.

The ground, which was surprisingly far away, suddenly came to his sight. Alexey almost thought that the marquis was crazy and wanted to kill him here, but just as he was about to cry, the rapidly falling feeling of weightlessness disappeared in an instant, replaced by a gust of wind blowing on his face.

The wind surrounded Alexey, and he felt his arms and legs floating up by the wind. They drew an amazing arc less than three meters above the ground, flew flat against the ground, and then steadily landed in the original main hall, the door of the current conference hall.

"Come in with me."

Cyril pushed open the door, walked into it quickly, and asked loudly: "What's going on with that chariot outside the city? Whose chariot is it?"

Some people had gathered in the hall of the meeting. Miss Mia, who was standing by the table, came forward and replied, "Mr. Wei, that is His Highness's chariot. Have you forgotten?"

"Ah? Your Highness?" Cyril was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Arikshay who was following behind him. His Highness was waving his hand and shaking his head repeatedly, trying to prove his innocence.

"It's not His Highness Alexei, it's His Highness Anastasia!"

Mia stomped her feet and said a little dissatisfied: "Oh, you asked me to handle this matter in full. Why don't you have any impression of it now?"

Cyril tried hard to recall for a moment, and finally remembered that something happened-

About ten days after taking Mandelkesburg, the Mage asked him if he wanted to inform His Highness Anastasia Herman, who was far away in Solconan.

Cyril was busy at that time, and he didn't care what would happen to His Highness the eldest princess after receiving the news.

Although Anastasia seemed to have said something, she wanted to come to Amasil in person. But Cyril did not think that with the current situation of Solconan being headless, Anastasia, who has succeeded to the king of La Rochelle, would have plenty of time to rush to Amasil.

But who would have thought that after the mage contacted her...

She actually came!

Arikshay, behind him, covered his mouth. His sister's sudden arrival was both a surprise and a very nervous one - after all, he had escaped to Amasil from the Qiao family!

"Do you all know?" Cyril looked at the others in the house again, all of whom were dressed up like a slut.

Even Baron Gene... no, the new Earl of Morager and Gene O'Connor shaved their unshaven beard flat and covered in majestic etiquette armor.

From this point of view, it seemed that Cyril had not changed his clothes yet - Caroline and Alexey were already talking and were being pulled by the maids to change their clothes.

"This, I..."

Suddenly, there was only the smiling mage lady left.

"Your Highness will be at the city gate in less than half an hour."

She seemed to have planned it, and sets of dresses were already placed on the sand table, choosing one by one: "Which one should I choose? Which one should I choose?"

Cyril stepped back step by step, and was about to escape from the conference hall, but saw Elina and Tiffany's two little heads poking out of the hall door in time, one left and one right, and slamming the door tightly.

Only the mage lady who had finished choosing her clothes and slowly approached her.

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Huge flags fluttered above the convoy.

The bright red flag is as bright as blood in the rare sunlight, without too complicated patterns. Above the crossed swords and shields is a golden crown, woven with silver silk thread, reflecting a sparkling light.

No one dares to underestimate this flag, even if the Royal Family of Osaint Emma is here - those empires who are arrogant and claim to be noble will inevitably grit their teeth and show an angry expression when they see this flag.

Because this is the banner of the royal family of La Rochelle.

Four hundred years ago, the ancestor Upton Lehman held such a flag and broke out into a sea of ​​blood, crossed the towering peaks, passed through the vast forests, and came to La Rochelle's land.

And the army of O'Saint Emma could only watch the flag crossing such a long distance and rising on another piece of soil.

For the Osaint Emma, ​​this flag is undoubtedly a shame, but for the La Rochelle, it is absolutely pride.

The "luxury" of that luxurious chariot does not mean that it has precious jewelry embellishments to look gorgeous. Its brackets are all forged with top-notch metal, and each iron rod is engraved with hundreds of magic inscriptions.

When it launches the magic crystal power source embedded in its core, the entire chariot will become a huge source of magic, providing a continuous supply of magic for the entire team-

Rating as legendary, La Rochelle's Royal Carriage, "Leman's Magic Source Chariot".

This priceless carriage was protected by the imperial guard "Knight Soled", and then stopped five miles outside Mandexburg.

The gates of Mandexburg were already wide open, and the suspension bridge was placed flat on the moat. The gorgeously equipped Forest Tree Guards and the Silver Blade Knights lined the suspension bridge on both sides, lined up along the moat; in front of the moat were the most elite military formation of Siliki and the elite formation of the Amasir Natural Guards.

And before all this was the youngest marquis in La Rochelle's history—

Cyril Adrien.

The young Marquis did not finally put on the dress carefully prepared by Miss Mia, and he chose to wear armor to welcome the arrival of His Highness Anastasia Hermann.

He rode on the back of the nightmare war horse surrounded by black flames. Against the backdrop of the black flames, the already strict battle armor showed a bit of cold temperament.

He urged the horse, slowly walked to the luxurious chariot, then turned over and dismounted, bowed to perform the ritual of a knight—

"Marquis de Cyril Adrien, come and welcome His Highness into the city!"

After a silence, a response came from the chariot:

"Marquis Adrien, there is no need to be too polite."

Gu Tian

So Cyril rolled over and opened the way forward. Lehman's magic source chariot followed closely behind. The "Knight Soled", followed by the Forest Tree Guard and Silver Blade Knight in two rows, and finally the elite infantry regiment.

It was not until everyone entered the city that the original natural appearance was restored outside the city gate.

The streets entering the city have been cleaned up, and there are no complicated things to block the road ahead. The band started playing music when the carriage entered the city, playing Amasil's famous song "Amasil's Joy". The Green Tower also temporarily acted as a prop group, constantly creating natural spells to welcome His Royal Highness into the city.

Cyril was riding on the horse's back and heard a soft call from the chariot behind him, which slowed down the nightmare horse and slowly walked alongside the chariot.

"Your Highness, do you have any instructions?"

"Adrienqing." A low laughter came from the carriage. "I have only taken over Amasil for a few days. I haven't learned anything else, so I have learned all the exaggerated things first?"

"Danya is on..." Cyril's eyes twitched. Although he could hear that Anastasia did not mean to blame him, the blame had nothing to do with him - it was planned by Mia and Atsk, and it was said that it was held according to the scale of Solconan's ceremony.

As for whether Your Highness likes it or not... it seems that they have not considered it.

"You are fast enough to take Amasil." Anastasia didn't intend to care about this, and she told her, "I thought it would be at least winter."

"The main reason is that the Green Tower is coordinated in the middle, so that the two Viscounts O'Connor cannot let go of their hands and feet to fight." Cyril briefly described the situation of the Civil War of Amasil, and then heard Anastasia's laughter:

"Do you think they could come up with a very exquisite tactic without the Green Tower? If Da Vinci O'Connor had such a talented descendant, he would have written a letter to Solconan."

"Okay, I admit that even if it's a head-on attack, it won't take that long. It's time to end the battle before September." Cyril shrugged and replied.

This is not an exaggeration. With the distribution and defense of the two viscounts, the Ciliki army could swallow it one by one. With the top stealing players like Cyril, it was too easy to break through those small towns.

In this way, it would take less than a month to put important areas such as Mandexburg and Morager into isolation. Then, it would simply surround the city, and the people would be in turmoil. After a simple fight, the battle would be over.

"But this is also a good thing. The sooner Amasil's civil war is, the sooner you can prepare... You have already started preparing, right?"

"Yes." Cyril responded, "The army has been expanded urgently, and at the same time it has begun to focus on training some soldiers' water combat capabilities. After all, Amasil is on the front line. Although the Kingdom Legion will support it, the ones who take the lead must be the Amasil people."

"You're right."

With Anastasia's soft sigh, the side window of the chariot finally opened.

Cyril turned his head and looked into the window.

The princess with long silver hair was sitting in the carriage, leaning against the soft ice bear fur, her beautiful eyes half closed, and one hand was placed by the window, gently tapping the window ridge one by one.

"Where is Amasil's reserve grain? When I issued the decree, Amasil was already in the civil war..."

“Ciliki can provide enough food reserves.” Speaking of this, Cyril had to say, “It is no exaggeration to say that Cyril has the best food production capacity of the entire kingdom, enough to supply the entire Amasil’s food and grass—”

Romanus's planting method, paired with the fertile soil of Siliki, and the natural hyperplasia brought by the Feng Crown, is no joke.

Nowadays, Siliki has seven large farms, and the productivity of three farms is enough to match the productivity of farmland in the entire south.

It can only be said that as a direct believer of the God of Nature, the elves have unique advantages in this regard, and cannot be surpassed by simple wisdom.

The two chatted all the way, exchanged the situation related to Amasil, and arrived at the door of the inner castle.

It was not until here that the music stopped and the accompanying army dispersed in an orderly manner. Lehman's magic source chariot stopped, Cyril turned over and dismounted, pulled open the carriage door with his own hands, and then half-kneeled on the ground, stretched out his hand, allowing Anastasia to take his hand out of the carriage.

She stepped on a pair of white gift shoes with slightly heels, and made a nice collision sound when she stepped on the stone floor. She was wearing a luxurious blue and white tassel dress. Of course, it was so luxurious that she was just a wave of her hand to the princess of a country.

The gate of the inner castle was opened, and the high-rises of Ciliki were arranged on both sides, saluting towards His Highness who walked into the inner castle with Cyril's hand.

At the end of the road, Alexey Hermann was wearing a delicate dress cut by the tree demon himself.

At this moment, he was like a little prince walking out of the forest, standing firmly with a breath of nature, as the last level to welcome Anastasia.

"elder sister."

He looked at Anastasia who was walking in front of him, and wanted to avoid him cowardly, but in the end he mustered up the courage and shouted loudly.

He had already prepared a set of reviews in his mind - they were all taught by Caroline. It seemed that Caroline's sister was very familiar with reviews and admitting her mistakes.

But before he could speak, he heard Anastasia's faint, but warm voice sounding:

“Alexei.”

His Highness Anastasia Hermann's hand gently landed on the little prince's head and rubbed his short white hair for a while. Her eyes swept back and forth on Alexey's small body, and she wanted to squat down to confirm his physical condition.

In the end, she only said a few words:

"You have grown up."

This sentence made His Highness, who was still reserved just now, choking out a choking sound. Alexey Herman's nose turned red with naked eyes, and tears were rolling in his eyes-

Except for himself, no one knows how he came through the past few months.

Every night spent outside was frightened and scared. Every time he took a ride, he had to pay attention to outside and anyone who was close to him. All this psychological torture was far beyond the expectation of the little prince who was ignorant of the world before going out, but fortunately, he finally endured it.

He twitched his nose, resisted the desire to cry and vent his heart by rushing on his sister's skirt, turned sideways, stood beside his sister, and held his sister's hand.

The meeting room is right in front of you.

"Then, Marquis of Siliki...No, Marquis of Amasil, Adrien, please lead the way for me."

Cyril responded, then walked forward, pushed open the closed door, and invited Anastasia into the chamber.

Next, the matter begins.
Chapter completed!