The Sensory Animals of Ston Hill

Grace rushed into her hut, impatiently took out the two pieces of letter paper from her bosom, and flattened them.

He scanned the friendly handwriting quickly, trying to find the line "Golden Bachelor".

But every clean and tough word written by William Ston was tempting him crazily, and he couldn't stand it after looking for it twice. He hurriedly returned to the first line to look carefully, not wanting to waste another second.

"Dear Ellen..."

The first sentence brought tears to Grace's eyes.

Because of the shameless thing he did, he was forever disqualified from receiving letters from William Ston in person, and he could no longer see "my lovely Grace" "my dearest Grace" on paper. lace" words.

"...Your Majesty...Senate...Church...Nobility...Army..." As usual, Grace memorized every word meticulously in her heart with a solemn heart.Many things couldn't be understood immediately, so he memorized them and replayed them repeatedly during the long time waiting for the next letter, until he understood the deep meaning behind every sentence of William Ston.

"On October [-], my unit received an order to severely harass the border province... March to the border province on October [-]..."

Grace raised her hand to hold her chest, and the heart under her palm was so frightened that it almost stopped beating.

He read quickly, "...Because the distance is too far, even if we march all the way quickly, it is still too late. When we rushed to the front line exhausted, the war was over."

"But, Alan, we won!" William Ston, who has always been steady, couldn't help but end here with an exclamation point.

Grace took a long breath, and his brain regained sufficient oxygen, allowing him to think smoothly, and immediately understood the inconvenient truth behind William Ston's "too far away" and "quick march"—it wasn't them Too far away, but the order came too late.

Why can't the military order arrive in time?

Grace quickly figured out from the information conveyed by William Ston's previous letters that the Border Province was not only a battleground between the country and the enemy, but also a battleground between the imperial council and the church.Compared with the success or failure of the war, they care more about their control in the army.

Grace was terrified. If the battle hadn't ended when William's army arrived, the "tired" William might very well have become a victim of this political struggle.

There are constant battles on the border. Apart from the fact that the gentlemen in the capital have their own ideas, another important reason is that the country's military strength is insufficient, and military funding has been exploited layer by layer.When a military salary is issued, it will be scraped several layers of oil, and when it is in the hands of soldiers, it is not enough to buy a new set of military uniforms.

As far as Grace knows—and of course from William Ston’s letter to Alan Ston, many armies are supported by officers or a certain nobleman, and all military salaries, guns and ammunition are paid for by officers and Appropriate funds from the private wealth of the nobleman-William Ston's army is like this, so his subordinates are extremely loyal to him.

Whenever she thinks of this, Grace is filled with unparalleled pride and relief.

He, Grace, a fake girl, a nameless sister who lived in the servants' basement, willingly put on a dress and gave up her inheritance.

His mathematics was taught by William Ston, and his mental arithmetic has been praised by his brother many times.

He has already figured it out clearly, the grain produced by one acre of every four acres of fertile land under William Ston's name, one bottle of every four bottles of wine sold in the winery, and every four shots he shoots. One of the bullets, one of every four soldiers' loyalties, was a smuggled gift from his Grace to his brother.