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When Hardy returned to Louisiana County, another seven days had passed.

It took him nearly a month to come out this time.

So Hardy now feels more and more that his 'speed' is still too slow.

Although the Nightmare Knight is adaptable to all terrains, when it comes to moving long distances, its speed is very average, only about fifty kilometers per hour.

If you run fast, the magic power consumption will increase exponentially.

In comparison, the external devices of the Evil Eye Clan are very powerful.

Anti-gravity... consumption is extremely low, and it can float in the air almost month after month.

Although the flying speed is not too fast, it is estimated to be only one hundred kilometers per hour, which seems to be only twice as fast. But the problem is that people can go in a straight line, which can save a lot of time.

At the same time, the ‘cargo capacity’ is also large.

It is an extremely rare 'transportation' and 'travel' tool.

When Hardy planned to return to Louisian County, he would take time to 'study' with Aina and master the anti-gravity and outer body production technology as soon as possible.

Otherwise, you have to reserve a lot of time to go wherever you want to go, which is extremely inconvenient.

His plan was good, but as soon as he returned to the Lord's Mansion, without even changing his shoes, Petola came to the door.

"It's a good thing you're back, otherwise I would have to forcefully use the succubus space to send you a message."

Petola looked obviously relieved.

Because fragments of the evil god's consciousness are floating around the world, the succubus space, a special magical space that requires "mental power" to be constructed, has been greatly affected.

Not only is it difficult to form, it is also easy to break, causing harm to the succubus's spirit.

Petola and Sophie can use the succubus space as much as possible.

But now Petola wants to use it forcefully, and it seems that the matter has reached an emergency.

"What happened?" Hardy asked.

"South Aijaka...is now called the Amacon Empire, and there is a rebellion." Petola said with a serious expression.

"Rebellion?"

Hardy was stunned for a moment, and then the appearance of a person appeared in his mind. He said with some surprise: "Did that woman Ye Jieka succeed?"

Petola nodded: "She is more capable than we thought."

"It would be better to say that Amakan is more useless than we thought." Hardy shook his head helplessly: "It's really funny that Ye Jieka can come back in this way."

In fact, Hardy's evaluation is somewhat biased.

It has been less than two hundred years since the founding of the Ajiaka Empire. The predecessors of all nobles were criminals and bastards from all over the Aroba region.

Neither true cultural identity nor national identity has been fully established.

In essence, whoever has the bigger fist will make sense.

Although Ye Jieka's data on the surface is not very good, he wants soldiers but no soldiers, and he wants generals but no generals.

But she has 'blood', orthodox royal blood, which is a big plus.

At the same time, she has high "charm" and can unite many wavering forces and tie them to her own chariot.

Of course, there is some truth to what Hardy said.

Amaikan's national cohesion is very poor, and it is indeed a waste.

"But this has little to do with us, right?" Hardy asked.

"This is a letter asking for help."

Petola placed a letter in front of Hardy.

Hardy opened it and saw Juanxiu's font at a glance.

The letter was written by De Vere. Now Sgard County is being attacked by the rebels. They are holding on to the city for another three months at most. They hope that Hardy can rescue them for the sake of their friends.

Hardy read the letter and asked, "When was the letter sent?"

"Two days ago."

Hardy squinted his eyes and counted the time for a while, then said: "It seems there is still plenty of time."

"Should we save them?" Petola asked: "Deville is your secret lover, what is your choice."

Hardy asked her: "What do you think?"

"No help!" Petola shook his head: "It is not convenient for us to get involved in other countries' internal affairs and wars. This is very detrimental to our image."

Hardy nodded and said, "That's true, but we can change our perspective."

"Change your mind?"

Hardy smiled and said: "If we are going to save the lord of our country, wouldn't it be reasonable?"

Petola was stunned for a moment, then hugged Hardy's hand and said with admiration: "Your idea is very interesting. In this way, Sgard County will become our periphery, which can help us block a lot of troubles and create enough strategies at the same time. space."

"Have someone send a secret message to Sgard County... It's best to let the undead take over this task. They are professional."

Petola nodded and said, "Okay."

It has to be said that the efficiency of the players is very high.

You can work almost non-stop, as long as the money is available.

Twenty-six silver coins and a letter.

It is equivalent to spending more than 30,000 yuan to send letters from this city to the next city!

Lots of people are willing to do it.

The thief player who received the mission did not waste a moment. He used invisibility to sneak into the city and delivered the letter directly to Deville.

It only took two and a half days.

Deville opened the letter hurriedly, and when she saw the conditions given by Hardy in the letter, she immediately jumped up with joy, then took the letter and ran directly to the main hall on the first floor.

At this time, Lord Charles of Sgard was discussing with several staff how to defend.

The appearance of Deville naturally attracted their attention.

When several male staff members saw Deville, their eyes went back to her body, and then lowered their eyes, with a hint of admiration.

I have to say, Deville is very charming.

Although that face is not very beautiful, it is very attractive.

Her mouth is quite big, but coupled with her red, plump lips, people can't help but want to kiss and suck hard.

A head of wavy red hair, coupled with a good figure and a wild temperament, will give people a unique sense.

"Charles, we are saved."

De Vere placed the letter on the table in front of them.

Charles picked it up and read it word for word, with a smile on his face.

"Your Excellency Hardy, this friend is really interesting."

Several aides looked at Charles anxiously, and they also wanted to know the content of the letter.

Because in their opinion, if they can persist for three months without rescue, it is already very good.

Then sooner or later you have to die.

Because the one attacking them now is another family that has a grudge against them, and they had surrendered to the rebels earlier.

If they are allowed to attack... things will be very bad.

Charles handed the letter to the nearest staff member: "You should also take a look and see what you think."

Several staff members quickly read the letter and all looked happy.

The condition given by Hardy is actually very simple, that is, let them become part of Francie.

At the same time, he promised to ensure that everything they have now, Sgard County will still be their Sgard County.

The only change was that they became French.

When they raised this banner, Hardy had enough reasons to intervene in this war.

At this time, an aide said: "But our reputation will be damaged if we do this. Lord, I suggest you charge a certain benefit fee from Mr. Hardy."

Charles's expression turned cold: "When people come to rescue us, we still need to charge them a fee? Am I a fool, or are you a fool?"

The staff member laughed awkwardly.

Then Charles laughed again and said: "Let's end the meeting first. We are about to join France. Let's make some flags of France. We will hang them on the wall within five days."

Several staff members left.

Charles pulled Deville up to the second floor. He looked at Deville's happy expression and became happy himself.

"Now we have a way out. Seeing you finally smiling makes my heart full of sunshine." Charles happily said love words to Deville.

In fact, he has been under a lot of pressure these days.

I'm afraid that Hadi won't come to the rescue. If the city is destroyed, his wife is so beautiful... I think she will suffer a lot.

He was afraid that would happen.

"Now write a reply to Mr. Hardy, saying that we all agree with his suggestions and express our gratitude to him."

Deville nodded repeatedly.

Then Charles's face turned cold: "Henry's opinion just now sounds very problematic. As the son of a blacksmith, and as a knight trained by us, he shouldn't say such things."

"You mean, it's possible that he..." Deville was shocked.

"Well, quietly send someone to check him out." Charles' handsome face was full of anger.

Soon, De Vere's reply arrived in Louisian County.

At this time, Hadi's army was already prepared. As soon as the reply came, Hadi set out with two thousand heavy cavalry the next day.

Sgard County is almost entirely plain, and this terrain is most suitable for heavy cavalry.

It took Hardy three days to get to Sgard County.

In the distance, he could see the city head of Sgard County, covered with French flags.

The timing of his appearance was very good at this time, right behind the rebels.

The enemy's 'chrysanthemum' is undefended to them.

The battle process was very boring. From the rear of the rebels, a heavy cavalry and a heavy vanguard directly defeated the army of 7,000 people.

The Sigard defenders, who had been holding back their anger, rushed out of the city and frantically chased the rebels.

They captured many prisoners and did not stop the pursuit until it became dark in the evening.

Hardy set up the heavy cavalry camp outside the city. There was no other way to avoid irritating the people in the city.

As for himself, he took his own soldiers to the celebration banquet at the Lord's Mansion.

The drinks after the victory were delicious.

But Lord Charles's expression was one of laughter and tears.

Today when he was out of the city chasing the enemy, he fell off his horse again. This time he not only broke his right leg, but also injured both hands. The ligaments of his right wrist were torn and his left hand was dislocated.

He could only watch the celebration banquet and couldn't even drink.

Hardy saw that his right leg was wrapped in white cloth and his hands were hanging weakly, and he cast a healing spell.

"Sorry, I'm not a full-time priest. I can't cure you immediately, but I should be able to help you recover faster."

Charles smiled awkwardly and said, "Excuse me, Your Excellency."

Deville walked over from the side: "My husband is inconvenient, so I will entertain you. Please don't be offended."

Her smile is elegant and appropriate, with a touch of social distance.

It seems that he has no ambiguous relationship with Hardy and is just an ordinary friend. (End of chapter)