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"Your Majesty the Queen, the rebels have broken through the Red Leaf Fort, and it's only two days away from the capital!"

The disorganized knight stood up and said with fear to the woman behind the table: "My subordinate thinks that you should immediately persuade Your Majesty to leave the capital with you temporarily, the rebels have more than 10,000 farmers and knives at the front of the light. Infantry with mixed shields and more than 800 half-armored light knights, there are less than 1,000 defenders of the Royal Capital, we…”

"I see, you go down."

The woman rubbed her eyes wearily, and William, who was standing behind her, looked up. A pair of dark circles were hanging under the eyes that looked forward to life, which made her beautiful face pale.

"Your Majesty! The subordinates are not timid, but the army left behind in the capital has been trained for a long time, and they can fight against the serfs with pitchforks, but the rebels still have a considerable number of knights. If they do not leave the capital If so, it's really difficult for you and His Majesty the King..."

"I will consider your suggestion. Go to my female officer now and ask her to send a letter to Duke Cole for me, asking where the Grand Duke's troops have gone."

"Your Majesty! You can't count on that old fox Cole, he just..."

"All right!"

The woman stretched out her hand and pressed the pressure to signal the knight to stop, and a pair of charming peach blossom eyes stared at him with dignity. After staring at him, the woman said angrily: "The guards of the Royal Capital say there are 1,000 soldiers, but in fact there are not necessarily 800! I don't expect Duke Cole's reinforcements, do I expect you guys? Do people sacrifice their lives for me?"

Looking at the knight who was kneeling on one knee and said nothing, the woman waved her hand helplessly. "Forget it, it's not your fault, let's go down and deliver the letter."

After the knight fled out of the palace gate, the woman leaned back on the chair feebly, rubbed her temples tiredly, and sighed softly.

"William, do you also think I should run away with His Majesty?"

Her voice was as subtle as a murmur, but William, who was standing behind him with a big sword, could still hear it clearly. He shook his head vigorously, the lining of the helmet knocked against the collar of the armor, making an unpleasant scratching sound.

"Your Majesty, I am just a bodyguard. My duty is to protect your safety, and I am not qualified to express my opinion on the emergency military situation."

"Haha." The woman smiled helplessly, with a look of lingering anger on her face.

"You are not qualified to follow me everywhere to suppress the rebellion for the past two years, aren't those idiots even less qualified? Last year I reminded those two idiots that their territory could no longer be tossed, and that **** Ayton, in order to renovate the duke's mansion, unexpectedly He made a 'boiler tax'! Anyone who boils a pot and cooks will have to pay him a tax, not to mention the rebels, even I want to kill him!

Kane is even more extreme. He is simply a goblin who walks upright. Although he has not developed any new tax, he has received the tax on the territory for 30 years! And there is still the face to ask me for military money every year? I can't wait to kill these **** right now! "

The more the woman spoke, the more excited she became. Her chest kept heaving and heaving with anger, and her fair right hand slammed **** the table, causing the pen and paper on it to fall to the ground.

William withdrew his gaze from the magnificent place, looked at his nose, nose, and heart. He stood behind the woman with a big sword and said nothing. He was honestly a trash can of negative emotions, and Quan thought he was a mute.

After the woman vented for a while, she slumped on the chair weakly, and said tiredly: "I have been wrangling with these **** for the past few days, and I haven't even slept much. William, you go and call Emily and ask her to help me. Rub your head."

"Your Majesty the Queen, Emily is dead. She blocked the cold arrows of the rebel sharpshooter for you."

The woman was stunned for a while, and then she murmured somewhat decadently: "Yes, Emily is dead, and she blocked the arrow for me... Then come and rub my head for me."

Facing the woman's request, William was stunned for a moment, then released the big sword in his hand and took a step forward, gently rubbing the woman's temple with his big armoured hand.

"Hmm~" The woman made a lazy voice. The soft body stretched slightly, closed the charming peach blossom eyes, and slowly leaned on the back of the chair. After a while, her beautiful brows wrinkled, and she said with some dissatisfaction: "I took off my hand armor, and the nail pieces are all hanging in my hair."

William nodded, took off the gauntlet and hung it on the silk sash behind his waist, then stretched out a big hand full of calluses and gently stroked the woman's temple.

The rough finger pulps slid across the temporalis muscle, lightly pressed Anmian Point, rubbed Baihui Point, rubbed Fengchi Point, and finally rubbed both palms and applied heat on both sides of her cold and tender chin for a while.

"Did Emily teach you this technique? Well, it's so comfortable."

William shook his head lightly where she couldn't see it, and said no, this is actually what I taught myself in the barbershop. The little girl who cut my hair gave me a set of things like this, and successfully fooled me into doing it. The 2,000-dollar hair clips, I shaved for more than two years, didn't spend it until I wore them.

The feminine woman sat upright, twisted her stiff neck, then tilted her head back and slowly leaned against William's armor.

She murmured: "You know, those two idiots don't have the ability to be dukes at all, and their subjects are already struggling to survive every day, otherwise they wouldn't be coerced into rebelling against His Majesty the King. That's all I have to say. To send troops to kill them, I feel like the villainous queen in those knight novels..."

"You said, did I do something wrong?"

William didn't say a word, and concentrated on being his own shampoo boy.

Rub, massage, massage, hold, pinch, pat, knock... fingers, palms, wrists, fists, joints, joints, abdomen... first lift and then peck, nine heavy and one light, try to brush the proficiency of massage skills on a woman's beautiful head and neck degrees, as if one after another +1, +1, +1…

"Don't you want to ignore me?"

The woman smiled self-deprecatingly. "Yeah, you and Emily have such a good relationship, she even taught you how to eat. Seeing that she always haunts you, I know she must have a crush on you. Now she's defending my arrow and dying, you You will follow me to the battlefield when you are not an adult, I am sorry for you..."

"Your Majesty the Queen is serious."

William said lightly: "Emily has always regarded you as her sister, and it is her own choice to shield you from arrows. As for the fight against the rebels, I don't know if you did the right thing. But I know that those 'new nobles' who are coercing the people will never be able to bring them peace."

William only felt the Queen's soft neck stiffen, and then a small cold hand reached over and firmly grasped his big hand.

"Thank you, William."

The woman stood up slowly, turned her head and stared at his indifferent face with emotion, and patted the back of his hand lightly.

"That's what I thought too, and I persisted. Although the people of Ayton and Kane are innocent, why are those whose homes were destroyed by the rebels! I am not qualified to forgive those rebels for them, I All I can do is do what a queen should do and bring peace to my people!"

William looked at the woman in front of him without saying a word. She was about twenty-seven or eighteen years old. She had a slender figure and a very beautiful appearance. Her long wavy brown hair fell on her chest. The mature charm, the whole person is like a ripe peach, but there are a pair of peach blossom eyes on her face, which makes her face quite charming and charming.

But now, the light in her eyes overshadowed her natural seductive temperament, making her whole person a little different.

William was very familiar with this kind of look. Back then, an old professor who was about to retire from college had this kind of light in his eyes when he looked at his students. It is something that can only be possessed after having a firm heart, pure faith, clarifying the meaning of one's own existence, and finding the goal of lifelong struggle. It is the unique light of idealists.

[The woman in front of her eyes flashes an inexplicable light]

William smacked his lips...why are you here again.