The Last Frontier of Fire and Sword

One night, Miss Orina Birlevich was spinning and weaving with the maids in her manor.

This is also the tradition of the Billevich family. The ancestor of the Birlevich family was originally a penniless peasant, who was made a knight by the then king of Aghelo for his hard work and the heroic fight with the Crusaders.

After becoming a nobleman, the old Birlevich still did not change the "color" of the peasants, and often worked together with the peasants under his control, and called them brothers and sisters.

After the death of the old Billevich, the tradition of being close to the people of the Billevich family has been passed down from generation to generation. In Orina's generation, this legacy remains unchanged.

Therefore, although the maid who works in the manor of Birlevich is a servant in name, there is not so strict distinction between high and low. Orina treated them like her sisters. This young lady also taught people etiquette and reading and literacy. These skills can make these poor girls have a happier home in the future.

At this time, Miss Orina was sitting in the middle of the hall, and the maids were sitting on the benches on both sides, enclosing her in the middle. In front of the maids, there is a loom, next to bundles of combed flax.

The girls learnt from their masters, raising their hands to the combed flax fibers to be spun, twisting the soft flax with their left hands, and spinning the spindles with their right hands. Once a maid drove off, Miss Orina would always look at her reproachfully. At this time, the maid who had done something wrong would always lower her head, but the work in her hand would do harder.

The spinning wheel has been spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, spinning, the spindle is also buzzing, and the melodious voice of the male servant next to him playing the piano and singing chants.

Although the young Miss Orina was doing work with one hand, Kexinsi did not put it on it.

If the servant is in this state, the young mistress must silently blame her. But now, she herself often loses her mind.

Because she is in love. Her lover is so young and handsome, and so brave and dry; every word of love uttered from his mouth is as sweet as honey. His feelings for her are sincere, and her feelings for him are the same.

At this time, the sound of horse bells came through the glass of the window in the dark night in the distance. The sound went from far to near, and finally stopped at the door of the manor.

"Is he here?" Orina couldn't help but "sway" in her heart.

The young servant seemed to see the mistress's mind. He stopped the piano in his hand, stood up and said to Miss Orina: "Miss, I'll open the door."

After speaking, before the hostess answered, he walked briskly towards the gate. If this is very rude in normal times, but the male servant knows that if it is the one who comes, and he does not rush to open the door, the hostess will be unhappy.

The maids were also squinting and laughing. They see many scenes like this.

After a while, the footman walked back.

"Miss, the mayor of Cassian came to visit you."

Orina was disappointed. But she quickly adjusted her emotions. The village chief of Cassian is highly respected and his elder. He must have something important to come here so late.

"I'm hosting Papa Cassian in the front hall."

After speaking, Miss Orina Birlevich sorted out her clothes, and ordered the maids to continue to work hard and went out of the hall.

In the front hall, the mayor of Cassian stood on crutches, and behind him was a young man in black and a wide-brimmed hat. Olina couldn't see the boy's appearance, but she knew the old man Cassian's family. There seemed to be no family members of this age in the old man's family.

"Perhaps it is the servant of Old Cassian's house." Orina thought.

"Father Cassian, is there something urgent for you to come to Birlevich Manor so late?" Orina asked, she took the glass of red wine that was handed over and handed it to the old man.

Old Cassian took the wine glass and took a sip. He looked at Miss Orina, and then at the young man in black behind him, his face hesitated, not knowing where to start.

"Let me talk about it, Father Cassian." The boy took off the wide-brimmed hat on his head and saluted Miss Orina Birlevich.

"Hello, dear Miss Orina. My name is Cheer Chen, yes..."

"I know you, you are the head of the mercenary group. And you have saved the life of Prince Yanush."

Before Cheerchen could finish speaking, Orina said. Although she doesn't go out often, Orina still knows Cheerchen and his mercenary group. Of course, these understandings come from the mouth of Andrzej.

"The leader Chechen once helped our village a lot. This time he ran into a problem and needed your help from the lady, but no one recommended him. That's why he harassed the old man to be a middleman." Village Chief Kasian Also explained on the side.

Orina nodded. Since the village chief of Cassian was willing to introduce the leader Chechen, obviously he would never be a bad person. Moreover, the mercenary regiment in Polotsk was a force to defend the place from the invasion of the Tsarist Russian army.

If the mercenary group has difficulties, of course they should help.

"Let Chechen tell me if you have any difficulties. If it is a lack of supplies, although our Billevich family is far from the rich side of Prince Yanush, we still have the spirit of ruining the family."

Only these words made Cheor Chen admire. When in Smolensk, facing the siege of the army led by Prince Alexei~www.wuxiaspot.com~The nobles of Smolensk not only did not work together to defend the city, but instead buckled and pulled the main war faction behind. . As for the difficulty of asking them to destroy the family, that is even more something you don't even think about. Smolensk was short of food for several months, and the city was starving everywhere, and the great nobles, such as the Anzumov family, only a few days after the collapse of the city, pulled out a fat and strong horse to participate in the Yakov event. The so-called horse racing.

In contrast, personality is really superior.

"Miss Orina, you are misunderstood. Our mercenary group is funded by Prince Yanush, and there is no shortage of food and grass. Tonight I took the liberty to come to harass because of the batch of arms that Prince Yanush gave us. It was hijacked in Polotsk. Although we found the place where the bandits hid the arms, the place is very special, and it may have a great relationship with a big person."

Orina's heart jumped when she heard Cheerchen talk about "some big man". In the little Polotsk, who can be called a big man by the savior of Prince Yanush? The wise lady had a vague hunch.

"Where is that place?" Orina's heart jumped to her throat when she said this.

"In Rubić." The last border of fire and sword