Otherworld Management Manual

"Zhang Feng, you!"

Seeing Isabel's face flushed with anger, Zhang Feng said angrily:

"Her Royal Highness, we are discussing business matters, it's fine if you don't help, and make trouble..."

"I didn't make any trouble!"

Isabelle stared at Zhang Feng.

"Then what is this?"

Zhang Feng reached out and scratched gently.

"Ahahaha~ don't, don't!"

Isabelle wanted to pull out her feet crazily, but Zhang Feng's big hands were like iron clamps, preventing her from moving at all.

Looking at Isabelle who was about to burst into tears, Zhang Feng suddenly felt a bad taste, and he scratched the soles of Isabelle's feet a few more times.

"Haha~ don't~ Zhang Feng, please~ ah!"

Because Isabelle's body twisted too much, the chair slowly slid back. Before she could finish speaking, the chair suddenly slid to a critical point.

boom!

"Ouch!"

Isabelle sat on the ground with her buttocks, perhaps because her buttocks hurt from falling, tears welled up in her eyes instantly.

"Uh……"

Zhang Feng was a little embarrassed, he let go of his hand quickly.

Isabelle quickly pulled her feet back, but she didn't have the tendency to get up. Instead, she curled up, hugged her knees, and buried her head in her lap.

Her body trembled slightly, and she looked choked up.

"Isabelle?"

Zhang Feng subconsciously felt that she was pretending. After all, the ground was covered with thick carpets, so it shouldn't hurt if she fell on the ground. He yelled, but the other party ignored him.

But regardless of whether it was pretending or not, Zhang Feng definitely couldn't leave it alone, he hurried over to help Isabelle up.

But unexpectedly, Isabelle reached out and opened it.

That's when,

Only then did Zhang Feng realize that there was a red scratch on Isabelle's forearm.

"..."

Zhang Feng looked at the sharp corners of the seat, and touched his nose in embarrassment.

"sorry."

Zhang Feng first apologized, seeing that Isabelle still kept her head down and didn't respond, Zhang Feng didn't say any more, and directly helped her up.

"Zhang Feng, what are you doing! You are so courageous!"

Seeing Isabelle moving around like a child, not letting himself touch her, Zhang Feng subconsciously patted her buttocks.

Snapped!

Isabelle: "..."

"Ahem, let me see how your arm looks like this?"

Zhang Feng's face remained unchanged, and he supported Isabelle to sit on the chair. Isabelle frowned, her twisting body seemed unnatural, and there was a faint sound of breathing.

Zhang Feng was a little speechless, there is so much meat on his butt, does it really hurt so much?

He didn't pay attention either, he first looked at Isabelle's forearm, and then took out some ointment for abrasions from the space and applied it on it.

"hiss--"

A cool feeling came, and Isabelle instinctively pulled her arm back.

But was caught by Zhang Feng.

"do not move!"

Zhang Feng's tone was a little heavier.

"It hurts~"

Tears welled up in Isabelle's eyes.

Looking at her delicate and pitiful face, Zhang Feng felt a little distressed for no reason.

"It's okay, I'll rub it for you!"

Zhang Feng carefully applied the ointment on Isabelle's arm, and then rubbed it gently.

"Not here..."

Isabelle spoke suddenly.

"Huh? Then..."

Zhang Feng looked at Isabelle fidgeting and twisting her body, and then looked at a certain part of her, Zhang Feng seemed to understand.

However, the position of the buttocks is relatively private, even if he dared to rub it, Isabelle would definitely not let it!

"Ahem, then I won't rub it for you, you'll be fine later!"

Zhang Feng spoke helplessly.

However, hearing these words, Isabelle couldn't bear it any longer, and tears flowed out like a spring.

"Woo~"

"Hey, don't cry!"

Zhang Feng felt dizzy all of a sudden, he hated seeing a woman cry the most.

However, Isabelle showed no signs of stopping, instead she was crying louder and louder like a child.

"Okay, okay, I'll rub it for you!"

As soon as Zhang Feng finished speaking, Isabelle stopped crying and looked at Zhang Feng pitifully.

"..."

Looking at her innocent eyes, Zhang Feng always felt that he had been tricked.

But there is no evidence.

"Forget it, just treat it as a loss for me!"

Zhang Feng moved the chair and sat beside Isabelle. Isabelle lay pitifully on Zhang Feng's lap, with her head buried so that she couldn't see her expression clearly.

Feeling the softness of the legs, looking at the upturned parts, Zhang Feng took a deep breath, and stretched out those sinful—no, holy hands.

"Hmm~"

"Does it hurt?"

"It hurts~"

"Then I take it easy?"

"Hmm~"

"Huh? Are you hot? Why are you sweating?"

"..."

...

the next day.

City Lord's Mansion, Office.

Zhang Feng is currently checking the number and types of all soldiers he currently has. He is going to make a good plan. There are nearly 600,000 soldiers in his hands. He must not be sloppy and must give full play to their maximum value.

Caroline, who was helping to sort out the materials, suddenly said:

"Master Zhang Feng, I seem to have discovered a problem."

"what is the problem?"

Zhang Feng looked up suspiciously.

Caroline organized the language:

"According to the current situation, we should have brought over all the people that Oran could not attract. That is to say, the soldiers of the entire Buck Kingdom are now divided into two camps. One is led by you, and the other is It should be correct to say that Oran is the leader, right?"

"Well, yes, you continue to talk."

Zhang Feng nodded.

"It stands to reason that your soldiers plus Oran's soldiers should be equal to the total strength of Buck Kingdom, right?"

"Well, yes, do you mean..."

Zhang Feng's face suddenly became serious.

"According to the information we got from these great lords, the total strength of Buck Kingdom last year should be around 1.8 million troops."

"If you calculate that you have 600,000 troops, and Oran's 600,000 troops, the total is only 1.2 million, and the number of 1.8 million does not match at all!"

"Even if those soldiers might have died in the war when Oran rebelled, it's impossible for 600,000 people to die directly! If there is such a high casualty rate, it must be impossible to hide it!"

"Furthermore, most of Oran still focuses on persuading them to surrender. As long as they are not stubbornly resisting, they will surrender without killing. There has been no massacre. Even those lords who resisted desperately lost a total of 100,000 troops. It's already a very high number, but it still doesn't match up with the 1.8 million army, and it's still 500,000 short! So..."

Caroline's tone hesitated.

Zhang Feng took the words with a serious face:

"So, you're saying that Buck's Kingdom has lost half a million troops?"

...

...

This is an ancient city with a long history of 500 years.

Regardless of its size, prosperity, or deployment of troops, it is much, much stronger than Buck City.

Because this is the royal capital of the Gamma Kingdom, and it is the absolute economic and political center of the Gamma Kingdom.

At this time, in the woods about ten kilometers north of Sturt City, black figures were like ants, quietly lurking there, waiting for the arrival of their prey.

At the forefront of this group of people, there are three people who are particularly conspicuous.

One is a middle-aged man with a fat body, with a faint smile on his face, but he is a little pale, as if he is not in good health.

The other is an old man with a white beard and a white gold silk robe.

The old man looks much older than the middle-aged man, but his mental state is better.

As for the last person, it was a woman wearing a golden robe of the same style.

The woman looked seventeen or eighteen years old, and her whole body was filled with a sacred aura. In her eyes like holy light, there was even more infinite kindness, like a compassionate angel, but her face was a little cold, which made her feel cold. Her affinity is greatly reduced.

The old man stood up straight, squinted his eyes and looked ahead and said:

"Your Majesty, are you really determined to do this?"

The woman in white next to her had a trace of regret in her cold expression.

"Pope Lawson, I have made up my mind, so I don't need to persuade you anymore."

The middle-aged man smiled.

If the high-ranking people of the Kingdom of Buck would be surprised here, these three people are the "dead" King Kaili, Pope Lawson of the Celestial Church, and Saint Bernice!

Back from the dead?

"Well, I respect His Majesty's decision, but with all due respect, the success rate of this operation is not high. After all, there are 800,000 troops stationed in the city of Sturt. With the advantage of their garrison, it is difficult for us to Win!"

Pope Lawson sighed.

He is not afraid of death when he is old, but His Majesty the King can still live for a while.

"Haha, you are not afraid of death, how can I be afraid! Anyway, I won't live long, so it's better to bloom one last time before dying. If I can avenge my world, I will die a worthy death!"

King Carey said a little in high spirits.

"Besides, who said that our success rate is not high this time? In my opinion, it is very high!"

"why?"

The Saintess Bernice, who had been silent beside her, asked.

"Because we are not fighting alone!"

Seeing the doubts in the eyes of the two, King Kaili continued:

"Based on what I know about him, he will definitely not give up this great opportunity! We add up to a million troops, and Sturt City is absolutely unstoppable!"

Hearing the "he" in King Carey's mouth, the pope and the saint looked at each other, and couldn't help feeling a little chill in their hearts. They knew who this "he" was referring to!

This Kingdom of Kaili is really calculating!

Unfortunately, the only thing that Kaili didn't count was that his own son actually rebelled, forcing Kaili to personally kill the killer. Otherwise, if he wanted to have a descendant, this round would be perfect!

Pope Lawson sighed.

"The news that we have destroyed two small cities will not be kept secret for a long time, and it will reach Sturt City in at most two days. We... will act tonight!"

King Kaili looked at the location of King Jiama's capital and ordered decisively.

"it is good."

"I just hope Zhang Feng can take good care of them and don't let me down..."

...

Babu City, one of the big cities in the Gamma Kingdom, is now occupied by the Grand Duke of Oran.

That night.

In the City Lord's Mansion, Oran stood there blankly, holding a shiny wood carving in his hand, on which four lifelike villains were engraved.

Oran's pupils were a little out of focus, and he murmured:

"Why don't you understand me, and even fight with me... Since I was young, I have hardly fought with you for anything. The only time I fought, you were ruthlessly defeated, and even made me and two My younger sister turned against each other... Big brother... My good big brother!"

Numerous scenarios emerged in Oran's mind.

The scene where the four brothers and sisters play games together, the scene where they eat, the scene where they sneak out...

The scene where he confessed to his little sister for the first time and was ruthlessly rejected...

He left alone, the scene full of scars and experience...

He led the army of Cast Iron City, and under the arrangement of Neiying, the scene of besieging Buck City...

In the sky full of flames, Buck's Palace became ruins...

All of Oran's eyes were orange flames, and he could vaguely see the shadow of his dear brother struggling desperately in the sea of ​​flames.

"Brother, I just want to ask you personally why you don't understand me! But we haven't even seen each other for the last time. You would rather burn yourself than see me..."

Oran's complexion was a little painful.

"Grand Duke, urgent report!"

Suddenly, there was a notification from the subordinates outside.

Oran snapped back to his senses.

There was no fire in front of him, no one, only a combined wood carving whose face was not clear.

Olan closed his red eyes, opened them after a long time.

Those were a pair of iron-blooded eyes without a trace of emotion.

"Enter."

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Oran didn't turn around, but silently put away the wood carving.

"What's up?"

"Report to the Grand Duke, our scouts have discovered that that mysterious force is about to attack Sturt City!"

The subordinate's voice was a little excited.

"Is it finally about to start!"

Although Olan's face didn't change much, his tone trembled slightly. Obviously, he wasn't as calm as he appeared.

"By the way, have you found out who the other party is?"

Olan asked suddenly.

"I'm sorry Grand Duke, we didn't find out, but we can be sure that the other party is neither from the Gama Kingdom nor from the Luoyan Kingdom!"

"Could it be an overseas force?"

Oran shook his head.

"It doesn't matter, no matter who it is, as long as we have a common enemy! Order it, everyone gathers now and prepares to go! Can we break the city of Sturt, tonight!"

"Yes!"

...

Red Leaf City.

There are already snowflakes outside the window.

Isabelle suddenly felt restless tonight, and couldn't sleep no matter what.

As if something important was about to be lost.

She was wearing a lace pajamas, wandering around the city lord's mansion a little upset, just in time to meet Zhang Feng who was about to go to sleep.

"Huh? Isabelle, what's wrong with you?"

Zhang Feng asked a little strangely.

It's already twelve o'clock in the evening. If it weren't for the busy two days, he would have gone to bed long ago.

"Zhang Feng, I..."

Isabelle came over in a panic and hugged Zhang Feng.

"You—huh? Why are you so hot? Have a fever?"

Feeling the abnormal heat in his arms, Zhang Feng asked worriedly.

"I, I don't know, I just feel so flustered, so flustered..."

Isabelle was a little incoherent.

Seeing that she didn't look like a liar, Zhang Feng paid more attention.

"It's okay, I'm here!"

Zhang Feng hurried to Isabel's room with his arms around her, and the two sat on the sofa.

"Shall I call Tina over?"

"Don't, don't go!"

Isabelle hugged Zhang Feng tightly, and only by smelling Zhang Feng's breath could she feel a little bit safe.

"Okay, I'm not leaving."

After Zhang Feng made sure that Isabelle was not ill, he temporarily relieved himself.

As if she was having a nightmare.

After waiting for a while, watching Isabelle curled up in his arms and slowly falling asleep, Zhang Feng gently brushed Isabelle's hair. He was a little helpless and distressed. He didn't know what kind of nightmare she had. , Scared like this.

...

...

"In the name of my lord god, give strength to the warriors!"

"In the name of my lord god, bestow faith on the warriors!"

"In the name of my lord god, give life to the warrior!"

In the soft whisper of Bernice, countless white holy lights illuminated the night, like the warm sun, sprinkled on the mighty soldiers.

In an instant, huge power filled the soldiers' bodies, and the invincible belief made the soldiers fearless of life and death, and even those soldiers who were seriously injured and dying stood up again!

"kill!"

Countless shouts of killing resounded throughout the battlefield, making people shudder.

"In the name of my lord god, punish the wicked, the flame prison!"

Pope Lawson stood in the center of the battlefield, with his hands outstretched, his eyes slightly closed, and said softly.

boom!

The city of Sturt disappeared, and so did the night.

What filled their eyes was a fiery red color. They seemed to have entered a fiery hell, and they had to endure the torment of the raging fire all the time!

The soldiers of Sturt City suddenly screamed, and they felt as if they were going to be burned to death.

But the soldiers led by King Kaili on the opposite side didn't feel any discomfort. No, it should be said that they could withstand this kind of flame burning their hearts under the bath of the holy light.

brush!

King Carey beheaded a knight with his own hands, but the opponent was still trapped in the "Fire Prison" and was killed without any resistance.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the Kingdom of Kaili walked towards the royal palace of Sturt City step by step under the protection of dozens of personal guard knights with a knife in hand.

The other side.

The Grand Duke of Oran led an army of 600,000, and while the army of Sturt City was fighting with King Kaili's army, he attacked from one side.

"Enemy attack!"

There is no way to hide so many people, but the main force of Sturt City is on the frontal battlefield. Even if someone finds Oran, they can't stop him.

"Rush! Break through Sturt City at all costs!"

"kill!"

Another torrent of steel plunged into the battlefield.

Sturt City, Royal Palace.

In his seventies, the gray-bearded king sat in the hall with some disheveled clothes.

He asked angrily:

"Trash, it's all trash, what kind of force are those people outside? How did they hit our door!"

"Reporting to my lord, there are two forces outside, one is Oran, taking advantage of the darkness, at any cost, and attacking Babu City all the way! The other is the one that has been harassing us and causing us a lot of trouble during this period of time. Mysterious forces, no, I don't know where they come from..."

"I don't know? Why do I raise you guys for food! Kill them all! If I can't get their heads, bring your heads to me!"

"Yes--"

"No, I'm here."

A slightly fat middle-aged man appeared at the gate of the palace with a knife dripping with blood.

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