Three o'clock in the afternoon is Mary's snack time.

She sat lazy on the balcony of Versailles in simple patterns but expensive casual clothes. She sat on the balcony of Versailles on small and exquisite silver plates, with equally small and exquisite snacks.

"The sun has become warmer if those chaotic people don't make trouble."

She slowly drank a cup of black tea. Yesterday, the rioters did not launch an attack, which gave her such leisure time.

"They shouldn't dare to make trouble." Josephine put the newly cut cake on a silver plate and gently placed it in front of Mary. "I heard that their leaders were knocked down from the wall last night."

"You said they were fine, so what rebellion did? How good is it to bask in the sun and eat snacks."

Mary said, forked a slice of cake with a fork and savored it carefully.

Suddenly, a soldier stumbled over.

"Here comes again!" he shouted, "The Pirate King is coming again!"

"What!" Mary bounced off the chair, "Stop them!"

"No, we've arrived."

Hestein threw a soldier in his hand in front, clapped his hands and walked in.

"Hello!" Alfred followed from behind with a smile, "I want to inform you, and seeing that no one stopped you, I came in directly."

"Yeah, there's some snacks, it's really good. I haven't had a meal today."

Hestein didn't talk much to Mary, and sat down at the table on his own. He stretched out his hand, grabbed a plate of snacks and poured it into his stomach.

"Tsk, it's not delicious at all." He slammed his mouth, "It's better than the meat I roasted myself."

Mary glared at Hestein with her eyes bulging, not daring to speak out.

"What are you here again!"

"I originally wanted to come to see the Earl of Ile de France, but I heard that he didn't seem to be in Versailles." Hestein put down the plate and observed Mary as if he was observing the dish on the plate. "So I thought, if I could force the Earl of Ile de France to make a decision if I took you away?"

"You dare! If you do such a thing, brother will not let you go!"

"I think what the Hero King just said was just a joke." Alfred laughed, "However, the attitude of the Almany Federation has indeed quickly shown that it is good to come. Not only him, I don't have that much patience."

"Don't force me to do anything! Brother will give you ten times what you do to me!"

"Then, will your brother give me ten times more rewards?"

Alfred grabbed Mary's hand and kissed her, making Mary stand there. After a while, she pulled her hand out with a blushing face and shouted, "Ignorance!"

"We are also for the good of the Almany Federation." Alfred said seriously, "If I don't make a decision earlier, I won't have time to transfer troops from Britain."

"Hmph, the rioters have been scared of being beaten long ago and will disperse soon. You are not needed at all!"

"I don't think so." Alfred laughed, "Although the rioters have dispersed, the mastermind behind this time is the Duke of Aquitaine. His army has not yet appeared."

While speaking, another soldier rushed to the balcony.

"No, no, the Bastille was attacked again! This time it was the Duke of Aquitaine's troops!"

"What did you say!" Mary jumped up in anger, "Dinner time doesn't make people feel at ease! Josephine!"

"Now! Miss, I'll prepare the carriage now!"

The two women hurriedly ran out, leaving Alfred to laugh awkwardly.

"This Mary... such a battle is so casual, and she really has no sense of crisis at all."

"Are you going to the battlefield again?" Hestein asked.

"Go and meet the army of the Duke of Aquitaine, where are you?"

"I'll talk about it when I'm full."

As he said that, Hestein silently grabbed a plate of snacks and poured them into his mouth.

The Duke of Aquitaine's army was not a miscellaneous army composed of rioters. As a duke, his troops had a large number of brave and warlike knights, not only skilled in martial arts, but also fully armed. They replaced the ladder with a majestic siege tower. The solid tower body not only protected the army in the tower from attacks from bows and arrows, but also allowed the army to form a formation and attack the city walls together without having to climb up the ladder one by one to fight alone.

When Mary arrived at the Bastille, the situation was already extremely critical. The Duke of Aquitaine had already rushed to the city walls, and the eight towers had been lost. The knights did not let the conscripted farmers die in front, but rushed to the front without fear, killing one defender after another with great pleasure.

"Below the holy sword, justice is!"

As Juvayus's light flashed, the morale of the defenders rose sharply, but the Duke of Aquitaine continued their battle with an aura that was not inferior to the defenders!

Five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and fifteen minutes passed. The front line on the city wall did not advance or retreat at all. Only the bodies that fell off the city wall, piled up higher and higher as time went by.

The battle on the city wall once again became a war of attrition. Both sides were crowding together with a fearless aura of death, and they would not stop until the last drop of blood flowed!

Such a war made Alfred frown.

"The defenders were influenced by magic and were not afraid of death. But why did the Duke of Aquitaine have such high morale? Moreover, the Duke of Aquitaine's army was in the forefront of the noble knights. After such a war, even if the Duke of Aquitaine was captured, the Duke of Aquitaine would be greatly injured."

"Look at the corpse under the city wall again." A voice suddenly came from above, "Even with the power of Juvayus, this war will definitely be defeated by the defenders."

Alfred looked up in surprise and looked in the direction where the sound came, but there was no one there, only a little blackbird that was fluttering back and forth, unknown species. It flew to Alfred, opened its mouth, and a small fireball spit out, burning several of Alfred's eyebrows.

Alfred was amused and laughed: “Melly, when did you come here?

"I've been by your side," said the little blackbird, "including when you kissed the back of Miss Mary's hand."

"That... is just the etiquette of the nobles." Alfred smiled embarrassedly and changed the subject, "What does it mean when you just said that you let me see under the city wall?"

"It means literally, staring at the knight in front."

As soon as Meli finished speaking, the knight fell off the city wall and fell to pieces on the ground. Alfred sighed repeatedly.

"Don't look away," said Mellie, continuing to watch."

So Alfred saw that the knight who should have fallen to death had climbed up intact and ran to the siege camp behind him.

"Every knight of the Duke of Aquitaine seems to have a chance to be resurrected from the dead. When the opportunity is exhausted, they will run to the rear to cultivate, so they can fight without fear of death. And if the defenders die, they will die in reality." Meli said, "If you continue to fight like this, the Bastille will definitely not be able to defend."

Alfred was surprised: "Is this the potion Sepia mentioned? But why... not only can it be produced in such a large quantity, but it also has such a terrible effect?"
Chapter completed!