My Wizarding World is Super Fun

Brady asked blankly: "Your Majesty, you forgot that although Marquis Omar Eston was once the husband of Princess Fina, he was the first to surrender to that... butcher"

"Hey, Mr. Brady, you don't know that."

Carlos I said a little proudly: "Marquis Estun is a swindle. If he hadn't sent us news from the enemy army from time to time, how could we have grasped the situation of the ... butcher army?"

Looking at Carlos I's proud appearance, Brady didn't know what to say. Even if there was a swindler to pass the news, wouldn't you still be able to stop the army of others? There's nothing to be proud of, of course, that's what I think, but Brady can't say "Then that means the Marquis of Eston will let us go"

Brady asked in surprise.

"yes"

Carlos I said happily.

"But, didn't you imprison Princess Fina in the palace as soon as the news of Marquis Estun's surrender came?"

"That's all fake. Now Fina is in the queen's carriage, with my queen."

Carlos I said with a smile on his face.

The news that the scout brought him is simply a ray of light in despair. However, the most important thing right now is to get in touch with Marquis Estun first. With this in mind, Carlos I looked at Brady, the captain of the bodyguard he trusted the most, and said: "Mr. Brady, you will take my family seal in a moment and go see Marquis Eston."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Chapter 1 The Marquis is really a wise general... [3/[-]]

Night - the military fort outside the crossing of Model Road was brightly lit and full of voices. Except for the knights who were in charge of patrolling and standing guard, all the knights were drinking happily on the large square used to gather in the military fort.

On the grills of dozens of bonfires, the aroma of roasted lamb suckling pig and the aroma of ale wafted throughout the military fort.

At this time, the knights were gathering in groups of three or five, imagining what kind of reward they would receive after the peace was over.

Amidst the laughter, a few weeping could be heard from time to time.

It was an armed servant who had lost his master or a knight who had lost his servant, weeping for his master or servant who died on the battlefield.

War is not a good thing, especially for the eastern army that stormed the eastern provinces.

In this war, some people lost their brothers and some people lost their friends.

Seeing that the war is coming to an end, their brothers and friends will never be able to return to their hometowns.

The laughers were laughing wildly for their survival in this war, and the weepers were crying for the relatives and friends they lost in the war. For a time, the entire military fort was like a dance of demons, laughter, cries, Cursing and lamenting sounded.

At this moment, the sound of steel colliding came over, and soon Marquis Omar Eston and his personal guards appeared in the square.

Seeing the figure of this... commander, the knights who were rejoicing or weeping stopped their movements, stood up, bent down towards the... commander who led them all the way, and greeted him with their highest Respect.

Along the way, it is precisely because of this... Marquis Eston's leadership that they achieved the most proud record at the least cost, and they admired him just as they admired their eldest brother.

Omar Eston looked at the silent actions of the knights in front of him, his eyes could not help but sour.

He took a deep breath and said, "Everyone"

"boom--!"

All knights and armed squires stand at attention "the war is about to end"

Marquis Omar Eston looked at the knights in front of him, and his eyes became more and more red.

"I just want to say one thing - I am very happy to work with you - now, drink as much as you like, and call on you to unleash all the pain you have suppressed in the war."

Speaking of this, Marquis Omar Eston applauded gently, and after a while, a hundred and ten beautifully dressed women poured into the square. They diligently shuttled among the knights, holding wine jars in their hands. When the cup is empty, help whoever fills it up.

"These are the rewards you deserve. By the way, I've already paid for their overnight stay, so don't waste my kindness."

Hearing the words of Marquis Omar Eston, the whole scene instantly became hilarious.

Someone grabbed a girl casually, held it in his arms, snatched the wine from the girl's hand, and drank it with big gulps.

"Thank you, Lord Marquis!"

"Long Live the Marquis"

Marquis Omar Eston walked through the crowd, and wherever he went, he could always hear such a voice.

And he, smiling and nodding to the knights, occasionally had a drink with one of the lucky ones.

If not mixed with personal thoughts, the... Marquis Omar Eston is obviously a good commander who is considerate to his subordinates.

After turning around in the square for a while, Marquis Omar Eston left his personal soldiers on the square to rejoice with the knights, and then returned to his room in the military fort.

He was standing by the window of the room on the third floor, and after watching the carnival scene of the knights in the square for a while, he sighed faintly.

"Brady, am I a bad guy"

"I don't think you are a bad man, Your Honor!"

As the words fell, a figure walked out from the partition of the room. It was none other than the captain of the guard of Carlos I, the silver knight Brady.

"Actually, these ordinary knights can easily kill them all with our strength, and you, in order to keep them alive, spend money to get them drunk. In my opinion, you are already very kind."

Hearing Brady's words, Marquis Omar Eston smiled at himself, "You think too highly of me. If it weren't for the fact that there are secret spy agents loyal to that lord hidden in the army, why would I spend such a big deal?"

Speaking of this, Omar Eston rolled his eyes at Brady and said, "As long as the letter bird takes off, in less than six hours of 66 hourglasses, the adult will fly over from the base camp 66 kilometers away, and then track it down. Follow the traces we left, chase and kill you all the way, how far can we run in the time of six [-] hourglasses"

Hearing Omar Eston's words, Brady's face froze instantly.

Well, it's really scary - he almost forgot that the supreme commander of the Eastern Army is the female knight of the silver moon.

In front of that existence, they are simply a group of turkeys and dogs.

"Kekee, Lord Eston is a rare and intelligent general."

Brady complimented a little embarrassingly: "Without you, I guess we would have leaked."

When Omar Eston heard Brady's words, he shook his head speechlessly. This is not a question of wise generals and unwise generals at all. If he hadn't been more careful, he would have leaked many times.

The sadness of the workers behind the enemy, how could these guys know? Thinking of this, Omar Eston ignored Brady and once again turned his attention to the knights in the square outside the window.

At this moment, the warm atmosphere in the square has reached its peak.

The clamor of scrambled women, the cheers of watching people fight, and the screams of the robbed women turned into a crowd. Anyone who came over would not think that this was an hourglass used for timekeeping in a military fort, which had been reversed unknowingly. Twenty times, the voices in the military fort square gradually quieted down.

The whole square was full of people who were either drunk or stunned when they failed to rob a woman.

In short, there is no... a guy who can stand up.

At this moment, Marquis Omar Eston, who had been waiting in the room for a long time, turned his head and glanced at Brady, the captain of the bodyguard, "Let's go, it's time to get ready to go!"

"As you wish, my lord!"

Brady said, got up and followed the Marquis of Omar Eston out.

Under the leadership of Marquis Omar Eston, Brady, who put down his visor, did not attract the attention of the sentry in the slightest.

Excuse Night Watch - Omar Eston quickly led Brady out of the fort and into the darkness.

Chapter 2 The Duke will not let you go... [3/[-]]

In a grove about two kilometers away from the Model Crossing, Carlos I was anxiously looking out at the motorcade hidden in the woods behind him. At this moment, it was extremely quiet.

On the hooves of the six-legged horse pulling the cart, a simple kick cover was tied with animal skins, and under the huge horse's head, there was a mask-like thing, which was used to bind the horse's mouth. Just don't need to wear them yet.

And the wheels of dozens of carriages were also wrapped with animal skins. Obviously, in order to escape into the drowning swamp, this... Your Majesty has done enough homework.

Just when Carlos I was extremely anxious, there was a sound of horse hooves in the distance. Hearing this sound, a vigilant look suddenly appeared on Carlos I's face. weapon in hand.

At this moment, the sound of the hooves stopped, and then there was a roar of a raccoon dog that sounded super fake.

Until this time, Carlos I's heart was relieved.

At this time, the agreed-upon sound of the magic raccoon dog's cry means that everything is going well. If it is the cry of the squeaky long-tailed magic tooth rat, it means that it is finished.

Well, it's not necessary at all, and if something goes wrong, they won't come at all.

Carlos I signaled to the guards behind him to gently put down their weapons - a moment later, Marquis Omar Eston and Brady appeared in front of Carlos I.

"Your Majesty, you are suffering"

Marquis Omar Estun looked at the former crown prince, the current king of the country, His Majesty Carlos I, and couldn't help but feel a little sore in his nose:.

Once upon a time, this... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was so high-spirited, but now, his face is pale and scruffy, and he looks like a down-and-out rich boy. How can he still look like before.

"O Lord Eston!"

Carlos I looked at Marquis Estun, and he was also unable to say anything.

The two of them stared at each other silently, with only two lines of tears.

In just over two months, things have changed.

"Okay, Your Majesty, Lord Marquis, we have to hurry up and set off."

Brady reminded.

"Ah, let's go!"

"Set off"

With the low-pitched command, the guards in the convoy put on all the muzzles of the horses, and then a team of thousands, led by Marquis Estun, walked towards the Model Crossing.

The whole procession marched in the dark night, and no one made any sound except for the occasional creaking of the carriage.

Just a few kilometers away, when the team walked almost two hourglasses, they saw the Damauder crossing in the distance, and Marquis Estun motioned for the team to stop.

"What's the matter, Mr. Eston?"

Carlos, who was riding on a horse, asked with a voice.

"Your Majesty, there are guards at the inspection crossing ahead."

Marquis Eston whispered: "I get rid of them"

"be careful"

"I know, Your Majesty!"

While speaking, Marquis Estun gestured backwards, ordered ten knights in full armor, and let them follow him. In this era, it is impossible to make all knights wear standard armor. Things, after all, the knights came to the call, most of them brought their own weapons and armor, except for a very few noble nobles who had knights wearing standard armor.