Chapter 72: The Nobleman and the Princess in Distress (5)

"Sir, 42 new prisoners of war, please instruct."

The young knight bowed his head respectfully, laid a hand on his shoulder, bent a little, and saluted respectfully.

The man opposite him heard the words and turned back gently.

The young knight held his breath.

The man was dressed in a black military uniform with a plain shirt underneath, slightly cold and solemn.

White buttons were buttoned down to his slender neck, silver tassels hung from his shoulders, and the long gold and silver sword tilted at his waist, reflecting the cold light.

The cloak was inlaid with glittering silver buttons.

A golden chain hung down in front of him. He wore white gloves, and the scepter in his hand was bright red.

Herr von Ludwig.

The power of the Ludwig family began to get out of hand two generations ago, until the Grand Duchy was separated from the Empire and the young duke became an independent monarch, a grand duke - and the Empire could no longer restrain him.

The knight respectfully bent, heard the man's low magnetic voice line, tone light said: "No instructions for the time being, look at it."

'Yes! The knight answered respectfully, then hesitated a little, and whispered, "My Lord..."

Hull looked over faintly.

He had a beautiful head of pure gold hair, neatly combed, to reveal a fair and handsome forehead, which highlighted the serious and cold character of this man.

A few strands of hair hang in front of the forehead, and the contrast between gold and white skin is enchanting. His eyes were so clear and pure blue that they almost melted the heart.

-- Breathtaking beauty.

The knight whispered, "Sir, among the prisoners captured this time, there are three people from the East, and after our tracing, one of them should be the fiancee that your Majesty appointed for you before..."

He stopped talking here.

Everyone knows that the emperor appointed this marriage for the Grand Duke only to make trouble for him. The princess was only from a poor country, and as a grand duke, it would have been very expensive to marry her.

At that time, the duke had no intention of marriage and refused.

The girl has nothing to do with the grand duke. It was only out of prudence that the knight chose to report the matter to him separately.

The young Ludwig heir made no indication, merely nodded his head, threw the scepter aside, and whispered, "Go down."

An attitude of total indifference.

"Yes." The knight stooped and left the room.

Jessica sat with her knees clasped.

Two dark-haired, soft-faced girls stood out among a group of Western women with deep features.

Even if you don't like Ai Chu, in this environment of the cell, Yin Sha finally sat down on her side, and complained of discontent from time to time.

'It's all your fault!

"If it weren't for you, would I have suffered this?"

"Say something!"

Jessica ignored her.

This kind of disregard more angry Yin Sha tooth root itching.

Lunch is the traditional Western ration of bread.

But the nature for the POW camp was not much better, all dry and unpalatable.

But as a prisoner of war, a stutter is a good thing.

The women in the cell must have thought so, when someone brought the food, the women who had just been dead and lifeless rushed to each other, and in an instant, they divided the bread.

Yin Sha was stunned, but after recovering, she also gritted her teeth and joined the scramble.