Duke of Grief

At the moment when he saw his own monarch, Marcus wanted to get up from the wooden bed, but it affected the injury of his leg, his facial features wrinkled, his feet staggered, and his body fell forward.

The Duke of Norway reached out to support his knight. Although for him, Duke Marcus was only one of the many extraordinary people under his command, but he also made a statement-especially for this foolishness Knight, otherwise he will not come here.

"Knight Marcus Thule, you should have a good rest now." The Duke of Norway knew exactly what the knight wanted, so he paused, and then said softly, "You are good enough, and you have done enough. Well, let's leave it to us next."

Hearing this, Marcus pursed his mouth, nodded, and sat back on the bed in silence.

After comforting him with a few words and expressing his respect for him, the Duke of Norway left Marcus's camp with his attendant.

The godless eyes looked at the empty camp, Marcus sighed silently, and lay down again, leaning sideways and lowering his eyes.

"Marcus?"

The curtain of the camp was lifted and the light shone into it, and then Marcus heard a familiar voice.

When the curtain was lifted, Marcus already felt it, but he didn't want to bother about it when he was tired.

But if the comer is "Fizer", it is another matter.

He looked back at the position of the curtain. After confirming the person, he slowly sat up from the bed with a smile on his face. "Is there anything?"

"Just come and see how your injury is." Fezer also raised his mouth and strode into Marcus' camp, striding over a chair and sitting by the bed.

As the life-saver of Marcus, he is now the only person in this camp who can talk to Marcus.

During the time Marcus was healing, few people dared to approach Marcus' camp except for the attendants who took care of him. Fezell was the only exception.

Once seeing how unfavorable Fezell was, Marcus now appreciates this ugly-looking but merciless former mercenary.

Although he also knew that the former mercenary only rescued him because they had the same status, so he rescued him, but no matter what the former mercenary thought, he was saved by this guy but it was an immutable fact.

After smiling for a while, Feiser sighed heavily, and whispered heavily, "By the way, I will tell you that we are going to fight with the group of black bitches...I think you are qualified to know this. "

Marcus's smile froze in his face, and his eyes twitched.

The camp account suddenly fell silent, and the atmosphere dropped to a freezing point.

Fitzel took two cigarettes from the bag in his waist, handed one of them to Marcus, and then took out a box of matches produced by the Principality of Sorrowful Wind. The match head was crossed on the side of the box. There was a fire.

Afterwards, the two swallowed the clouds in the camp without saying a word.

Sitting on the bed, Marcus stared at the top of the camp tentatively. Since hearing the news, he felt that he might not be able to participate in the next war, but he did not expect that when he confirmed this, He was a little difficult to accept.

The Duke of Norway had been here before, but he didn't talk about anything to praise him, just comforted him a few words, and left.

But if you think about it, it is true that he failed to make any achievements, and even fought a defeat. It was very good without being scolded, and he was comforted by Feng Jun.

His family has wanted to be a hereditary aristocracy since the grandfather's generation, even if it was just a baron.

It's just that they haven't been able to get what they wanted, so they demanded him with stricter rules, so he also became the first extraordinary person in their family.

However, from the day he inherited the family, after working hard for seven or eight years, he still failed to meet the conditions of ‘Knighthood’.

So before he saw Fezer so unsightly, although Fezer and he were also knights, but that knight was bought for money!

He had wanted to take this opportunity to gain enough war power, and then went to Fengjun to receive the reward, but now it seems that everything is over.

Although the recovery ability of the extraordinary is much stronger than that of ordinary people, the drow still has poison attached to the bullet. If it is not treated in time, his leg will be useless.

Amid the smoke, Feizer said suddenly: "I think the Duke of Norway did not intend to give you a reward from the beginning."

Marcus's eyes narrowed, but he quickly calmed down again.

Without speaking or answering, Marcus sat quietly on the bed, smoking cigarettes silently, trying to let all his sorrows dissipate with the smoke.

But grief and anxiety continued to grow in the bottom of my heart. The cigarettes in my hand became shorter and shorter. Even if Fesser handed over another one to let him ignite again, the complex emotions in my heart could not be dissipated.

He knew from the beginning that, otherwise, his grandfather and father would never get a reward from Feng Jun for a lifetime.

The three generations of their family have been directly loyal to the Duke of the Norway family. In these years, there has been no credit or hard work, but they have always been only "knights."

Even if he has become one of the rare extraordinary knights under the Duke of Norway, he still has not received the blessing from him.

Marcus closed his eyes and sighed, "Just so..."

"Do you really plan to do that?" Fezer asked in surprise.

He thought that Marcus would do something. After all, their family had been loyal to the Nowe family for generations, but they had not been promoted.

From Fesser's perspective, Marcus would at least be resentful, never expecting him to do so.

"Otherwise what else can I do?" Marcus suddenly opened his eyes, snapped the bed board, and snorted.

His heart was far from being as calm as he showed!

Seeing Marcus' red eyes, Fezer realized that he had been suppressing his heart.

Marcus stared at the blood-stained eyes and asked sharply, "He is my lord~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Can I still walk in front of him and force him to enclose me?"

After that, he took a sip of the cigarette in his hand and took it into a cigarette **** in one sip.

Angrily smashed the cigarette butts on the bed, and Marcus sprayed a thick smoke into his nose and mouth.

Fezer was smoking in silence, and took out another one and handed it to Marcus, but Marcus refused his cigarette.

After smoking a cigarette, he sighed and stood up, patted Marcus on the shoulder, said nothing, and turned away from the camp.

Looking at his back, Marcus was speechless for a long time, and lay back again.

This time he had nothing, failed to catch up with this war, unable to gain war credit, unable to express himself in front of the Duke of Norway, and naturally impossible to obtain the seal.

"Damn black bitch..."

He hid in his camp tent, insulting the group of drow elves with only vicious language he knew.

If it weren’t for the drow elves who were still smeared with poison on the bullets, he would still be able to participate in this war and still be able to express himself in front of the Duke of Norway, maybe he could fulfill the wishes of a family of three generations.

If everything goes well, then he will be able to fulfill his family's wishes...

Stepping out of the warm camp and standing in the camp with cold wind, Fei Zeer breathed a white breath and looked at the gloomy sky with a long sigh.

Now that kid is almost useless, then he should also go find someone who can scapegoat himself.

Although this war was not his command, many noblemen came to the front to supervise the war. If something went wrong, he would also be held accountable.

So, go find another scapegoat...

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