Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

Before the Avar Kingdom fled to the Sauron continent and began to land, Mu Continent had always existed only in the legends of various Sauron countries.

According to legend, there is a vast continent across the Sea of ​​Impermanence, where there are towering towers, fertile land, and elves who can help the land produce food.

There was gold all over the ground, milk flowing in the rivers, and even the sugar was as white as snow.

Once upon a time, there was a warrior who crossed the Sea of ​​Impermanence and arrived at Mu Continent. After embarking on a thrilling adventure in Mu Continent, he returned to Sauron Continent and wrote his experience into a legend.

To most people on the continent of Sauron, this was really just a legend until the Kingdom of Avar landed.

It is powerful, brutal, and possesses the ultimate weapon, super-level magic. It also brings the legendary dragon, which makes people believe in the existence of Mu Continent.

Although the Avar Kingdom called itself a pioneer and crossed the Sea of ​​Impermanence to come to the continent of Sauron in order to prove its courage, there are records of the Avars' miserable appearance when they first landed. Before the Avars completely unified Sauron, a lie was a lie, and other countries soon figured out that the Avars were driven out after being defeated in the continent of Mu.

However, this had no impact on the Avar Kingdom, because the countries on the continent of Sauron could not be defeated. The Avar Kingdom still took away a piece of land as its territory and began to invade everywhere.

Under such circumstances, Castile, a country whose territory was also partially occupied by the Avars, began to form an alliance with other countries and rise up in resistance.

With the invasion of the Avar Kingdom and the dragons' determination to counterattack Mu Continent, the legend of Mu Continent began to spread again on the continent of Sauron.

Especially the elves among them, who are noble, selfless, and have long lifespans. They are simply a perfect race.

Rosaline grew up listening to stories about elves and brave men, and she had this longing when she boarded the ship of no return to a foreign country.

But the big guy in front of her was far from the elf Rosalind had imagined.

Rosalin had been sent to the troop carrier at this time. She looked at Knight Lars in front of her and asked, "Big brother, are you elves?"

Knight Lars, who was sitting opposite Rosalin, was stunned: "Elf?"

Afterwards, several Lars knights couldn't help laughing, although the laughter seemed a little distorted and terrifying after passing through the power armor helmets.

"Ma'am, we are not elves. We are just ordinary Lars knights passing by."

Of course, Myron and the others didn't really just happen to pass by, otherwise they wouldn't have asked Margaret to help.

With the intelligence known in advance, Avar's movements on the coastline were not difficult to guess. Lind just made arrangements casually. If he could find it, that would be the best. If not, that would be fine.

Perhaps there really was something blessing the Castilian delegation, and in the end the Castilian fleet did not sail towards Anjou, but came to a place closer to the original eastern border.

Outside the troop carrier, the man in gray robe was staring blankly at the wreckage on the ground. Several Lars knights were dealing with the corpses on the battlefield, and they seemed to be quite accustomed to the movements.

"In other words, you are indeed guests from another continent?"

The gray robe nodded.

The gray robes now had no intention of resisting at all. Moreover, although the opponent looked ridiculously strong, he was different from Avar. Not only could he communicate, he was also very friendly.

And when the Grey Cloaks mentioned the elves, these Lars knights claimed that the elves were allies of the Capetian North.

Although he didn't know whether it was true or not, Gray Robe could only believe it was real for now.

After a brief communication, the man in gray climbed onto the passenger compartment of the troop carrier and sat next to Rosalin. Rosalin also obediently followed the man in gray's instructions and never looked out the window.

After all, the scene outside the window was too exciting for Rosalin.

After everything was done, Myron said to the gray robe and Rosaline in the car, "Sorry, our vehicle can't accommodate so many people. The remaining guests please wait here for a while. Someone will come to pick you up later."

The gray robe nodded and said that it was enough to leave a maid with the little princess, while Rosalin asked worriedly, "What if the people of Avar come back again?"

Myron smiled and said, “As long as the flag of the Northern Wind Bear is still there, those guys won’t dare to come back.”

After the engine started, Rosalin was finally able to look at the scenery outside through the small window used for guns in the passenger compartment, but as soon as Rosalin turned her head, a tingling pain in her body made her return to her seat.

Although Rosalin had been enduring it, those kicks did make the young Rosalin feel extremely painful.

"Use this."

Seeing the bruises and scars on Rosalin's body, Knight Lars enthusiastically took out the potion from his backpack and handed it to Rosalin, but was slapped hard by Myron.

"Have you forgotten the military rules? Every bottle of medicine must be registered!"

The Lars Knight quickly withdrew his hand.

Then Myron knocked on the cockpit, and the troop carrier quickly stopped. He handed the medicine in his backpack to Rosalind.

"The drug is very potent. One drop is enough."

Rosalin looked at the man in gray robe, and the man in gray robe's eyes lit up the moment he saw the potion.

"This, this is not too expensive."

Gray Robe didn't think there would be any problem with this potion. After all, based on the opponent's fighting strength, there was no need for such twists and turns. However, this potion made Gray Robe a little confused. Gray Robe might not be good at fighting, but he was a research-oriented professional. After just one look at this potion, Gray Robe knew it was definitely not simple. In Castile, this potion was definitely a masterpiece of a master. As he was a newcomer, the other party was really enthusiastic.

But Myron didn't mind at all. He waved his hand and said, "It's just an ordinary recovery potion. It's not worth much."

Ordinary potion? Not worth much? Although he didn't dare to believe it, the gray robe looked at the bruises on Rosaline's body and nodded.

Afterwards, Rosalin, with the help of her personal maid, got out of the car and wiped the potion, while the gray robe took advantage of the short stop to casually knock on the troop carrier with his wand.

I originally thought that those Lars knights would have some reaction, but unexpectedly, they didn't seem to care and allowed the gray robes to knock on the troop carrier and study it carefully.

Confident, extremely confident, these people didn't seem to be afraid at all that the Gray Robes would discover the secret of this magical troop carrier.

This is indeed the case. The gray robe can only judge how powerful this troop carrier is and how many attacks it can defend against, but he is completely confused about its principles. What's more, the enchantment on the vehicle is simply beyond Castile's technical level.

The gap between the two sides was too big. Gray Robe suspected that even if the other party gave him the design drawings of the troop carrier, he would not be able to understand it at all.

Rosalin looked much better after she got back into the car, and after the engine started again, she no longer felt any pain from the bumps and movement.

"By the way, I saw you guys fighting with weapons similar to the Avar army's muskets."

Gray Robe was the first to bring up this topic with these Lars knights.

Hearing this, even Rosalin stopped looking out the window curiously, and instead turned back nervously to look at the Lars knights who had been quite kind before.

Rosaline was immediately covered by the gray robe and had no idea what was going on. Did these knights actually have weapons similar to muskets? If they could bring them back, would they be able to save Castile?

Rosalin looked at Lars and the knights with anticipation.

The Lars knights were not displeased by the Grey Robe's inquiries about the weapons, but instead gave an answer that the Grey Robe did not expect.

"Firegun?"

One of the Lars knights smiled.

"Are those imitations made in Angevin worthy of being called muskets?"