She Is Not a Witch Chapter 92: Descendants of the Red Dragon
"Thank you...Thank you..."
The voice was a little weak, the girl took the fruits and ate them in small bites. The sweet and sour juice of the berries split between the teeth, bringing a little coolness, which made his consciousness clearer.
Most of the fruits in the wild are small, very sour, and few can be eaten directly, but these few in my hand are unexpected. Although this black and white raccoon dog is not strong, it seems to have a special ability to find food. talent.
Looking at the girl gradually recovering, Lorraine Hill added dead wood to the fire, and then the two gradually started talking.
"Did you come out alone? It's relatively rare at this age."
Lorraine Hill looked at the girl through the orange flames, and saw her fair and tender skin, which should be well maintained at ordinary times, not like someone who is on the go, and she has such superb swordsmanship at a young age And strength, should also be well-educated, not like ordinary people.
It should be a girl from a noble family, and only the children of noble families can teach swordsmanship. This is the tradition of the Green Empire. Although it is not required to be very strong, but at least some, not a layman.
"...It's a person." The girl stared at the flames and replied in a daze, then stopped again.
Seeing that she didn't want to speak anymore, Lorraine Hill didn't say any more, and let her sit for a while, slowly.
The night was getting darker, Lorraine Hill took out the package that he carried with him, took out a towel from it, poured some water, and handed it to the girl.
"Do you want to wipe your face, I will go to bed later."
Hearing this sentence, Lottie looked at her hands and touched her cheeks, only to realize that she was really uncomfortable. She said thank you again, and took the towel.
Although the sweat during the day has dried completely, there is still some discomfort left. After all, it will be more comfortable after washing. Limited by today's conditions, it can only be simply scrubbed.
When it was time to go to bed, Lorraine Hill took out the blanket prepared behind him, spread it on the cleaned grass, and invited the girl over.
"Let's sleep here tonight. Fortunately, there are two blankets, just for two people." In fact, she brought a lot in the storage space, but it's not easy to take out too many at this time.
Without talking all night, Lorraine curled up in the rolled-up blanket like a big spring roll, and gradually fell asleep. But the pink-haired girl was a little insomnia.
The evening wind was a bit cold, but the bonfire next to it was very warm, and the little black and white animal was lying not far from the fire.
The night space in the forest is extremely clear, and you can see the vast galaxy dotted in the night sky. Although these stars look so small and far away, under the starry sky, people can always feel their own insignificance, as if the sense of existence engulfed by the vastness of the world.
The eyelashes on the pupils fluttered, and Lottie's hand tucked into the blanket lightly pressed on her chest, feeling the beating heartbeat from time to time, the pulsation of blood flow, a feeling of being alive was regained by the brain and perceived by the body.
"I'm still alive." While this sentence is full of hope, it's also full of sadness.
Although she is still alive, only she is still alive, and her relatives have passed away one by one before her eyes.
Some died in war, some in murder, some in a break with the royal family, and some died protecting her while fleeing. The former family was so brilliant, so brilliant that it could control the situation of the entire empire, making countless people tremble and fear. Under the banner of the red dragon on the black background, there are countless legions ready to go.
But it all melted away.
Just over a year ago, she was still sitting in the secluded courtyard of her home, painting the sky with colorful paints, and then a knight with **** armor rushed into the house and brought back a bad news.
Her father, the guardian of the southern border of the empire, the Duke of the Red Dragon, and the patriarch of the Baska family, died in the territory of Crancia, and the army of the empire was also retreating steadily under the new weapons of Clancia.
From that day on, everything changed.
One urgent message after another came from the front line, the numbers of the elite family regiments disappeared from the records one by one, and the uncles and uncles in the past never came back. The aunts shed tears at home all day long, and my mother seldom spoke since then.
She doesn't understand the intrigue and exchange of interests among the upper echelons of the empire. But it was indeed a period of extreme chaos. The lights in the study room at home seemed to have never been extinguished. Every day, he received vassals from all over the world, discussed with nobles wearing top hats, and messengers kept shuttling through the mansion. , sending and receiving messages from all parties.
However, such efforts did not change the outcome.
In the case of the sudden death of the emperor, the situation in the empire was confusing for a while, and His Royal Highness Edron, the regent who was in charge of the power, did not like the Baska family, and there were discords during the past westward expedition.
It's a pity that the emperor who was able to suppress in the past has passed away, and Grand Duke Baskar and his elite subordinates also disappeared on the battlefield. No amount of stratagem will help the regent, who holds the last army of the empire in his hands.
Under his proposal, the Bascar family became a sacrifice for the Empire's war against Crancia.
A large number of territories were ceded, wealth was stolen, and paid out as war reparations, only to end this painful expansion of defeat.
The descendants of the Red Dragon Duke will naturally not sit still, and various rebellions have arisen in the southern border. As the uncrowned king who has ruled this land for hundreds of years, the Baska family's management is not insignificant. There are always loyal nobles who bring knights and warriors to join the crusade.
Until they all died under the black cavalry and saber.
The hussars in short capes carried short muskets and sharp sabers. Since the battle in Crancia, they have also absorbed a lot of tactical essence from their opponents and entered a brand new era.
The lances and spears of the past no longer have the advantage when facing the rows of muskets and cannons, and the so-called heroic charge is just to make those muskets fire an extra bullet.
Most of the elite regiments capable of resisting and harvesting these musketeers have been lost on the battlefield ~IndoMTL.com~ After the war, the Baskar family was extremely weak. In this way, rebellions were set off again and again, and they were extinguished by the regent's legion again and again. In this back and forth separatism, the last blood of the Baskar family was also drained. Now no nobleman dares to accept the red dragon's love. The descendants, even if there are loyal people, they only persuade her to leave this land as soon as possible.
"I'm sorry, Miss Charlotte, we can no longer serve the black-bottomed red dragon. You will be sent to a distant overseas country, where you may spend an ordinary but stable rest of your life."
"We can only do this." The slightly fat butler bent down in remorse, and the dragon armor knights behind him were also silent, watching the girl being sent to the carriage. , Gradually leave the familiar homeland and flee to unknown areas.
In the middle of the night in the forest, this sleeping girl unknowingly shed warm tears in the corners of her eyes.
Perhaps, this is the retribution of the Baskar family. Those who set off the fire wave will also be swallowed by the fire wave in the end.
And even if she is young, she cannot escape from everything behind this name, whether it is glory, brilliance, sorrow, pain, or sin, they will all be turned into bitter fruits and swallowed slowly.