Chapter 667 Rude Remarks

In the reception room of the Lord's Mansion in Lake Town, in addition to Earl Myron Garnard, who was serving in the royal capital, the lords of the Northwest Gulf Customs Alliance gathered together.

They were discussing a serious issue - how to deal with the orc invasion.

"Damn you prairie barbarian!"

"Assholes with hair on their asses!"

"A bunch of guys who don't know what they're capable of."

…

Curses like these filled the room.

"It's still unbelievable."

Count Heller shook his head.

"The Watcher Fortress is impregnable. Theoretically, it is impossible for the orcs to invade the Innerrodan Corridor."

Although reason told him that Paul was unlikely to gather everyone here just because of a rumor.

"It's very regrettable."

Paul said frustratedly, "Alda's intelligence agents have sent back information that there are already traces of large-scale orc activities in the northern part of Nairodan, that is, in the area close to the Rocky Mountains."

Earl Parker frowned, "If the Watcher Fortress is still there, does it mean that the orcs have found a way to cross the mountains on a large scale?"

Paul nodded, "I think so."

The words between the two sparked another discussion.

"Okay! We should get ready."

Duke Ferdinand rubbed his hands, feeling a little nervous.

Due to the increasingly prosperous commercial activities, the lords of the northwest bay now have many channels of information and are not as blind as the lords in other parts of the kingdom.

They knew to some extent what was happening on the prairie, they knew about the newly rising "King's Tent", they knew about the great chief named Abar, and they knew that the orc army had swept through the oasis countries in the east of the kingdom.

The territory of the Ferdinand family is located inland, which is the easternmost part of the Northwest Gulf.

If anything goes wrong in the northeastern part of the kingdom, his territory will be the first to suffer.

“The towns in the east should be fortified!”

"Dig deep trenches!"

"Train the army!"

A host of conventional measures were proposed and quickly confirmed.

But people began to complain again.

"Damn the orcs, if we have to train a large number of troops, it will seriously affect our production."

"That is to say, who will farm the land and who will work in the factory."

"But the orc cavalry comes and goes like the wind, so we have to deploy our troops everywhere, which requires a lot of manpower."

Paul stood up and patted his chest.

"Everyone, I came to you to enhance your confidence."

Two attendants carried a wooden frame and placed it behind Paul.

This wooden shelf is similar to a drawing board, with a stack of large cardboard sheets hanging on it, which can be turned over one by one.

"What's this?"

"Manual PPT, don't care about the name, now we should focus on the content on it."

Paul flipped the cardboard open.

On the first page, there is a drawing of a strange machine that spits out thick mist.

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Maun, an ordinary town in the northeastern region of the kingdom.

It was here that the Bradley family welcomed Princess Catherine and her army.

"Your Highness! I salute you and the great Aldo royal family."

Smollett Bradley, the second son of Duke Bradley, knelt down respectfully and saluted the princess of the kingdom.

"Rise, Sir Smollett."

Catherine smiled softly, but without losing her dignity.

Smollett stood up and looked at her with eager eyes.

"I haven't seen your beautiful face for a long time since that time when I fought against the highland barbarians under your command."

Catherine said: "It's a pity you didn't go to the King's coronation last time."

Smollett sighed, "Yes, I was entrusted with an important task by my father at that time and had no time to go to the south. However, my brother brought me a piece of news that was like a bolt from the blue - our King actually sent His cousin was betrothed to the Count of Arda."

The expression on Catherine's face remained unchanged, "This is an inevitable thing for every royal daughter. We have shared the glory of the kingdom, and naturally we have to fulfill our obligations to the kingdom."

"But..." the man opposite shook his head, "Perhaps the king should choose a husband with a nobler background, purer blood, and a longer family background for you, so that he can be worthy of your beauty and talent, instead of Send you to a man's bed casually."

"Be bold!"

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The generals around Catherine were angry that this well-dressed young nobleman dared to speak so openly.

Orfina, Lester, and Orfina all pulled out their swords and glared at Smollett.

To be honest, this was the first time they encountered someone who was so rude to Her Highness the Princess.

The knights behind Smollett immediately drew their swords and protected the lord's second son.

For a time, the sound of swords being unsheathed could be heard, and the two sides were at war with each other.

Catherine was so angry that she didn't know what to say at first, because it was the first time she had encountered this situation.

"Earl Smollett, my future husband is a healthy, noble, and brave nobleman."

She added a question suffix in her mind, after all, she hadn't gotten to know Paul deeply yet.

But you must defend him in public.

"He is a perfect match for me and I am deeply grateful to His Majesty the King for bringing us together."

Smollett's face showed a very regretful expression.

He waved his hand, and the knights behind him put away their swords.

Then he bowed and saluted, "I apologize to you, Your Highness Catherine. I admit that I was overwhelmed by my strong unwillingness, but I think there are many people in the kingdom who share the same feelings as me. They are just bound by the so-called face and are embarrassed to say it in front of you."

This hidden compliment, combined with Smollett's expression, made him look like a sentimental young man who was just beginning to fall in love but was tortured by unrequited love.

Catherine raised her hand and asked her subordinates to put away their swords.

But her tone became colder, and compared with the previous one, it reminded people of an iceberg.

"Sir, considering that you are so young, I will not pursue your rudeness."

The princess sighed. Her heart had already drifted to the Watcher Fortress, and she had no intention of caring about such a thing.

"My army needs to rush to the fortress immediately. The soldiers on the front line are waiting for our support."

The Duke's second son seemed relieved, "Of course, Your Highness. My father asked us to wait here so that he could provide you with a batch of supplies and serve as a guide for you."

"Please rest in the town for a while. I will return to the camp immediately and hand over the supplies to your army."

Catherine nodded, "Go as soon as possible, Sir. The orc army is approaching. I hope you can focus on protecting the people of the kingdom and the territory of your family instead of thinking about it."

"I follow your teachings!"

Smollett left with the knights.

Not long after he left, Ophelia found Catherine.

"Your Highness, there is bad news."

Suddenly I remembered that as a farming and hegemony article, the protagonist seems to have not fought a formal battle for a long time.