Two days after the sad lunch, Ayleen went off to do a magical workout.The training ground located behind the castle, was sheltered by a magic barrier and hidden in the heart the forest, here n.o.body would disturb it. Accompanied by Nina, a beautiful blonde twenty-year-old girl measuring one meter sixty-eight and knight, she antic.i.p.ated a lot this particular morning.
Nina watched over Ayleen openly and in the shadows. She became Lieutenant of the Royal Knights at age nineteen and aroused envy, respect and jealousy.
A true prodigy of the art of the sword, she has already reached the rank of G.o.d *, which has earned her the rank of Lieutenant. She is the third daughter of a provincial count without ambition. Although this young woman is an excellent swordsman, her teaching can only be described as very bad.
Strangely Ayleen, who can not stand almost anyone, love Nina. Which is reciprocal.
Both are haughty, cruel and like to torture the weak.
Today Ayleen is particularly happy because the new spell of sacred magic that she herself has created gives very good results.Their presence here is partly for this reason. The other reason: The reception of a pour sa distraction personnelle et qui pourra par la même occasion être utilisé comme cible pour son nouveau sortilège.
With undisguised joy she asks Nina. "The guinea pigs should be here soon, do not you think?"
Nina with an expression close to that of madness. "Hum you will not be disappointed by the quality of the training equipment. I asked my men to get some toys for your amus.e.m.e.nt in Hent Prison and according to the latest report they will arrive here in a few minutes. "
Shortly after four smiling knights on horseback followed by a dozen Annoyed soldiers mounted on what looked like a high-security cart pulled by six horses made their appearance and stopped near the two girls. A handsome man with brown hair knight with shoulders wider than a door frame and over two meters, dropped to his knees and howled like a madman.
"Long live Princess."
Nina a little impatient "Sergeant you have our toys."
Happy with his perfectly successful mission, still kneeling on the ground, the Bear stirred his lower hips and confirmed. "Of course, Lieutenant, if you allow me."
The Bear got up and screamed at the soldiers, who seemed angry. "You b.a.s.t.a.r.d, do you plan to wait for the kiddy?"
Realizing he had spoken too quickly and expressed his thought. "My humble apologies princess, a slip of the tongue.
"Move your a.s.s a little bit and get the vermin out of the cart that the princess can have fun. I"m sorry to train, I mean of course. My apologies, princess, certainly a little tired due to this particularly delicate mission."
The one who has just spoken in this way is Sergeant Basil.
Although he is very talented and at the impressive rank of Earth ***, he does not manage to climb the ladder.
Perhaps because he is vulgar and badly educated?
Maybe because he does not respect his superiors?
Maybe because he has already taken four generals as training target?
One thing is certain. Having called the king s.h.i.t bag did not help his promotion.
In the body of knights everyone is unanimous. Sergeant Basil is unique and n.o.body wants it.
So he logically landed under the newly promoted nineteen-year-old lieutenant who had no choice but to accept the junk with a smile.
Seeing the slowness of the soldiers to extract the toys of the girl from their chest, Basil began to lose patience and finally screamed again.
"What are you doing hanging around like this? You fiddle with your c.o.c.k? Would you like me to caress your a.s.ses with big strokes of boots band of larvae? Speed up, pile of s.h.i.t paid to do nothing, Princess bored to look at your dirty faces. "
Basil looked seriously at Ayleen. Princess if I can afford your father"s soldiers are not worth a fart.
If you entrust them to me for a month, it will become real men who p.i.s.s as straight as me. "
"What do you think of this generous offer?"
Ayleen burst out laughing. This man was decidedly too cheeky. He told her openly that Hent"s soldiers were worthless. Although it"s not quite wrong, since then Basil was irretrievable but funny, so she would not be angry for that.
She smiled at him. "Sergeant just to remember, you and your men are my escort and we leave tomorrow for Hent.
It also means that right after you come back from Hent you go back there. You are a lucky man Sergeant.
For my father"s soldiers, you"ll teach them how to p.i.s.s right a little later. "
Basil had forgotten this little detail and thought he would already have a good time at the brothel in Astings, very close to the castle.
At the moment he had a growing desire to slap that annoying little girl who did not care about him. But if he did, his head would fall.
It certainly was not a very profitable operation. A slap = my head, a slap = my head, a slap = my head, he would not win in the end.
Even with his limited intelligence, he could clearly say that there were better options to calm his nerves.
He took it upon himself, breathed deeply and could not slap the girl. He went to kick the soldiers he thought good for nothing.
Twenty minutes pa.s.sed between the sound of the boots and the screams of the soldiers who began to walk crookedly and finally the toys were prepared.