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  Perhaps unaware that a pair of vigilant and disdainful eyes had quietly fixed on himself, the handsome Casano.

  Strictly speaking, Casanova, Count of Charpillon was a true merchant and not a nobleman, as nobles did not engage in commerce.

  Although Casano's brother, Count Toti, welcomed the Grand Duchess of Dolotte, and the head of the family, Marquis Casano's uncle, Marquis Capero, was a noble minister of the Grand Duchy, the aristocratic bloodline of the Charuba family had never been accepted or recognized by other human nations on the continent, especially in the more rigorous ancient noble pedigree system. The main reason for this is that the Charuba family was simply too good at business, and the bloodline of a merchant could never be recognized as orthodox nobility.

  Before the arrival of Grand Duchess Charlotte, the Schr?der-Bernstein family had to go to the pilgrimage site of Trier for their annual Mass, where they could not even find a seat in the crowded church.

  However, since his own brother became the husband of Dorothy, it was natural that the Sharlba tribe also became a member of the court nobility. The courtly mannerisms were recently learned, and the family head, who is also the prime minister of the Kingdom of Dolotte, Kapelro, has been strictly demanding that the children of the family learn court etiquette.

  The Sharba family has been relying on slave trading and slavery since their ancestors, and it can be said that they have nothing to do with nobility.

  Although Count Casano was only just twenty-five years old after the Yostre festival this year, he had been involved in the family business for nearly ten years and could be considered an expert-level slave trader.

  Unlike the speculation of the Count of Falena, this time the attack on the front-line outpost of the Kingdom of Mont was not by Dolquistan's regular army vanguard, but rather the armed forces of the Sharul commercial group... or more specifically, the vanguard led by Count Casano.

  The Grand Duke of the Principality of Dolotte, bordering the Danube Steppes of the Kingdom of Vammon, is now at his last breath. Even the High Priest sent by the Holy See of the Western Church has helplessly expressed that he is powerless to snatch the Grand Duke's life from the hands of the God of Death. It is not hard to understand that the Sharlba family would take it upon themselves to use their family's military force and attack the Kingdom of Vammon.

  Dorotea Grand Duchess had only three daughters. According to the laws of Dorotea, it was allowed for a female Grand Duchess to appear, but the problem was that the second princess married Gattuso Danze, the son of Lord Danze, the commander of the largest mercenary group in Dorotea, "Dragon Storm Mercenary Group", and Thomas Danze, a knight of the Holy Order of St. Paul.

  The Dragon Whirlwind Mercenary Corps is the largest mercenary organization in the country of mercenaries, Dorotea. The second prince, Danze Tomasi, is also a person of the church... On this continent, any kingdom absolutely does not dare to underestimate the power of the church. After combining the two, the possibility of the second princess becoming the Grand Duchess is also imminent.

  Whether the Grand Duchess became a female Grand Duke or the Second Grand Duchess became a female Grand Duke, this title of "Dorothy Grand Duchess" does not simply represent the superficial meaning of the prince and duke's title reward. The scorching word "Regent King" and the infinite power hidden behind this title are enough to make the Charba family and the Danze family fight to the death.

  In fact, both sides have already started doing so.

  In terms of military strength, the Sharba family is no match for the Danze family. Gattuso, the commander of the Whirlwind Mercenary Corps, was once a regimental commander in the Pompeii Empire's heavy infantry unit, and currently has two companies under his command consisting entirely of Pompeii giants wielding heavy scythes, equipped with triple-layered iron tower shields and long-handled giant scythes. These two companies alone are enough to make the Sharba family break out in a cold sweat.

  But the Sharbat family has a tribal leader who serves as the prime minister of the country, and compared to each other, both families have their own strengths, and neither can do anything about the other.

  This stalemate and cold war had begun since the illness of Grand Duke Dolotte, and neither of the two powerful factions could find a way to overwhelm the other. Just as both sides were searching for a good strategy, the suzerain state of the Duchy of Dolotte, the Empire of San Francisco, also sent an envoy to Dolotte. This envoy was none other than the famous "Lustful Prince" Zhang Bolin, who had the power to decide which princess would become the Duchess of Dolotte. Whoever could win over this prince would have a nearly guaranteed victory for their family.

  "Good color king" Chamberlain has no other hobbies, he only likes one thing, that is beauty.

  The Sharba family had a natural advantage in this regard, as the human bandits that roamed the Donau wilderness were actually their family's hunting slaves. The White-headed Crow Savage tribe was also bought and armed by them, being native bandits. In the first half of the year, the Sharba family's hunting slaves and the White-headed Crow Savage tribe jointly attacked a branch of the Prairie Elf tribe in the dense forest area of the Donau wilderness, capturing over a hundred Prairie Elves. The beauty and archery skills of the elves were renowned throughout the world. Even the Dragonwind Mercenary Corps had bought all the male elf slaves at a high price to fill their archer units.

  The Sharba family selected the most beautiful fairy from the remaining ones in their hands and gave it to Prince Chamberlain, which indeed achieved a miraculous effect. Prince Chamberlain almost immediately patted his chest and said to the Grand Duke of Capero: "This time, the Grand Duchess will definitely be awarded to the Sharba family."

  "The noble's promise is like the twinkling stars in the sky" This common saying from the Aegean continent really isn't wrong, just a few days later, this prince changed his words again, being evasive and perfunctory.

  Cardinal Capello only learned the truth by bribing one of the king's attendants, and it turned out that the Danze family had actually presented a young male grassland spirit to the king... It was originally this Chamberlain King who not only liked women but also had a fondness for men! What made the Sharba family even more depressed was that this grassland spirit was exactly what they had sold to the Danze family.

  After this, the two families began to offer beautiful women and children to the lustful King of the Empire of San Francisco, and cases of missing girls and young children frequently appeared in certain areas within Dolores, causing a stir.

  Having tasted the sweetness, Chamberlain also started to learn from it. The two families, he didn't favor either of them, letting them continue to worship and offer sacrifices endlessly. Even when Grand Duke Dolores fell ill, Prince Wang expressed great concern and personally sent someone to invite a highly experienced holy priest from the Holy Land to treat the Grand Duke... ...Once the Grand Duke dies, it will be time for the answer to be revealed. At that time, what sweetness can still be obtained?

  Both families knew what the prince had in mind, but they really had no other choice and had to send him off with a stiff upper lip. They were all afraid of being left behind and leaving a bad impression on the prince's brain, which was full of semen.

  The leader of the Sharba merchant group that had been staying in the Kingdom of Bimon for a long time fled back to Dorote in disarray, reporting

  The salt devils and green devils ambushed and lost countless valuable musk slaves, but at the same time, they also brought a great piece of news to the Sharba family: on the vast Donau plain, a beautiful woman's gathering place, the Bimon territory, was unexpectedly discovered!

  Each head of the Sharba merchant group owns an expensive memory crystal ball, with enough magical power attached to record ten scenes. When the head of the Sharba family's merchant group in the Kingdom of Bimon displayed the crystal ball in his hand, the entire Sharba family was shocked.

  Long before the Sanggan River crossing, the leader of the merchant group with a keen sense of smell had already quietly recorded every detail that interested him in crystal.

  Through the demonstration of court magician Master Fran, who was specially invited, the five great beauties recorded in the crystal ball came to life and walked out of the dazzling magical light of the crystal ball. Almost all members of the Charuba family were stunned at that moment.

  Fox beauties! Swan maiden beauties! Medusa beauties! Which one is not renowned on the Aegean continent?

  Even if one of them appears in the human world, it will probably trigger a storm.

  The more exaggerated part is yet to come.

  According to the leader of the merchant group, the raven-haired noble beauty inside was actually a mermaid from the underwater royal family, once again pushing the lively atmosphere within the family to **.

  Mermaid! It's actually a mermaid king! Who would have such an encounter?

  As for the woman with a shell-like sheen on her back, showcasing exotic beauty at all times, many members of the Sharba family, who were engaged in slave trading year-round, couldn't even guess which ethnicity she belonged to, despite being worldly and knowledgeable.

  The erudite court grand magician Fran gives everyone the correct answer. This is from a far-off silk continent, the seabed Mo Sha tribe's shell girl.

  Looking at the beautiful woman recorded in the crystal ball, with a smile and a frown, every member of the Sharba family had the same word written on their faces for that instant... Greed.

  Even the most beautiful prairie spirit would pale in comparison to these five great beauties, like a withered flower.

  The sudden appearance of so many super beauties has suddenly brightened the fate of the Sharba family.

  In the memory crystal ball, there was no forgetting to record down this military strength of the Bimon Territory, the majestic Mastiff Warriors, the Hedgehog People Overseers, the Robber Slaves, and that fearsome Bear Knight and that muscular Pig Lord.

  Traditional notions misled all members of the Sherpa family.

  The military strength displayed in the crystal ball of memory, as well as the status of the Piggs tribe in Bimon, made the entire Sharlba family firmly believe that this place called Feilongcui, a territory of Bimon, would definitely be taken down intact by the armed forces of the Sharlba family's slave-trading gang.

  The Sharba family has a slave-catching armed force of 800 people, supported by the financial resources of the Sharba family. This slave-catching team is well-equipped and consists of many desperate and ruthless individuals. With Dolote being a country with a strong military tradition, it was easy for them to assemble a force of several thousand men.

  Moreover, the Kingdom of Baimon is currently at war with the Desert Humans, and the entire Donau Great Plains are extremely empty of troops. If we don't take advantage of this autumn breeze now, when will we?!

  Although the memory crystal ball has a beautiful woman's shadow of worship, but human inherent pride makes the Charba family insist that as long as there is a magician, there is no room for worship to play.

  Against a Bimon territory that has at most only three hundred motley soldiers, the Charle family firmly believes in their own strength to have a 100% chance of winning.

  In response, court wizard Fran expressed his concerns in good faith, saying that if they could capture nearly two hundred goblin and bearman slaves, the military power of the Mong territory should be slightly stronger than imagined.

  But this wise conjecture was soon overturned by himself.

  "If this Marquis of Ping were truly capable, the Kingdom of Meng would not have relegated him to a fiefdom south of the Sanggan River." Master Fran inadvertently revealed the dark nature of this society.

  Marquis Capello, in his capacity as Chancellor of the Duchy, formally invited Master Fran on the spot at a handsome price to join the slave-hunting party, and Master Fran himself was also full of curiosity about the sacrifice of Bimon. After promising that the beautiful snake priestess would become his spoils of war for him to study after the event, Master Fran joined the expedition without hesitation.

  "I hope that in the future when I'm researching, I can occasionally exchange my beautiful women with everyone." Master Fei Lan said very seriously.

  This sentence immediately resonated with many people, and many on-site researchers began studying how to allocate these beauties in the future.

  Mages are extremely rare on the Aegean continent, even in an empire. The number of mages will never exceed fifteen people. Master Fran is a rare spatial mage who also masters fire magic, with superlative strength.

  If these five beauties are captured, Count Toti of the Sharlba family will definitely be the future regent. The magicians are all supported by the court and receive temporary assignments from their future masters, with high returns, which is not a difficult task for Master Ferran.

  The entire kingdom of Dolote had a total of four court magicians, and Master Ferran agreed to join, instantly upgrading the strength of the Slaver's Guild.

  The years of success of the Sharpa family are not in vain, although very exciting, but subsequent things are still done in an orderly manner, with careful planning.

  To ensure the success of this expedition, the Sharba family hired a thousand and five hundred strong "Metal Rose" mercenary corps. They also hired two heavy armored giant scythe squads from the Danze family's "Tornado" mercenary corps. Although the two families had been at odds with each other for some time, business was business, and both sides were clear about that.

  Because Yule-Tide was approaching, the Charba family had to spend double the price for hiring mercenaries, especially those two companies of heavy halberdiers, whose hiring prices were simply burning money.

  The entire Charl family, along with their own slave squad and entourage of knights, now has a total of nearly three thousand people. Adding the court's great magician Ferran and the continent's famous Pompeii heavy scythe hand Xiangxiang, this number is enough to deal with a territory that doesn't even have a castle, only having about 300 soldiers defending it. From any aspect, they are absolutely guaranteed to win.

  For this reason, there were many discontented voices within the Sharba family, thinking that this time's armed gathering place was too large and purely a waste.

  However, this voice was eventually suppressed by the cautious patriarch Capello. This battle almost decided the fate of the entire family, and even if they reached a ratio of ten to one, Capello still had some misgivings in his heart.

  Capello thinks he may have put too much pressure on himself.

  This time, the commander-in-chief of the expedition is Count Toti, the Grand Marshal of Dolotte. The Grand Marshal of Dolotte was also trained in the most orthodox combat techniques at the Knights' School and excelled in martial skills and strategic planning. According to him, as long as the attack begins, he has every confidence that he can end the battle within five hours, and it's not very interesting to fight against the soldiers of Bimon without a strong race.

  The Crown Prince smiled triumphantly and said with a grin, "I suppose if we were to bring the kitchen knives from our human world to the Demon Kingdom, they would be treated as knights' weapons too?"

  Of course, the Sharba family also did not forget their political opponent, the Danze family. They claimed to outsiders that they were only avenging the Green Demons and Salt Demons for stealing their mink slaves.

  The Kingdom of Baimon had a series of wolf-riding sentry posts stationed at the entrance to the Donau Great Wilderness, and in order not to be discovered by large-scale troops, the Xialuba family simply uprooted the sentry posts with the simplest method.

  The wilderness is too vast, and the garrison of Wolf is too far from the outpost. Even supplies are only transported once every two months. As long as we act quickly, by the time the Kingdom of Bimont discovers it, this ruin called Falicite will have already sprouted with green grass.

  Count Casano received extremely strict martial training from a young age. Unlike his brother, who always appeared in social gatherings, Count Casano has been participating in slave-hunting activities since adulthood. In the Battle of the Outpost, he and fourteen of the best warriors of the slave-hunting team were tasked with reconnaissance missions, equipped with the finest horses. Each was issued a priceless repeating crossbow, bearing the flag of diplomatic envoys, and launched a surprise attack on seven fixed outposts, suffering no casualties and achieving brilliant results.

  Although such an ambush would be strongly condemned by orthodox knights, the blood of the Charuba family was not noble, and this method of attack was exactly what their slave-hunting team was best at.

  After releasing the carrier pigeon for communication, Count Casano estimated that his hunting party had already entered the edge of the wasteland and his exploration mission was about to end.

  After releasing the carrier pigeon for communication, Count Casano estimated that his hunting party had already entered the edge of the wasteland and his exploration mission was about to end.

  All the way, except for encountering a few gangs of robbers, his crossbow had not been used again, which made the brave Earl feel a little regretful that he could not have a good fight.

  If I had three hundred warriors under my command, just three hundred, the Earl would undoubtedly attack that defenseless territory of Florence without hesitation. A human warrior with exquisite martial skills, how could he not even occupy a place without a castle?

  As the only spoils of war, the Earl captured a single member of the Kijin tribe. In human eyes, they were no more than uncivilized beasts. If he brought this extremely rare Kijin back with him, it would undoubtedly cause quite a stir.

  Of course, such spoils of war are far less attractive than those few beauties in Feilu. So the earl is still very dissatisfied at present.

  After a long and arduous journey, the winding course of the Sangone River could be faintly seen on the horizon. This road had no other landmarks; behind it lay the broad expanse of the Sangone, and the Count of Caserta could almost imagine the panic and confusion of those wretched Beomond beasts when they were attacked.

  The Earl of Cazanov enjoyed seeing the deep despair and helplessness in the eyes of his captured slaves, that feeling had a thrill that surpassed everything.

  On the way, however, the captive Dark Elf did not fulfill his small wish. Those pale green pupils were actually filled with mockery. This was a bit unacceptable for the proud Count Casano, and the closer they got to Florence, the more bizarre the expression on the face of this Wolf officer became.

  Just as the Earl was hesitating whether to cut off the annoying guy's tail to make a scarf, he suddenly discovered that somehow he had been surrounded.

  From all sides, from a distance of one or two miles away, there was a group of moving figures approaching, the shadows of Bhiman warriors. These shadows suddenly appeared out of nowhere, which made Count Casano extremely surprised.

  Was he discovered? The Earl quickly dispelled this idea.

  They came all the way across the wasteland, and there wasn't even one place that was comparable to Menglai Territory and the military station. Moreover, they were flying diplomatic envoy's wind-and-cloud flags, so it shouldn't be possible for them to have been discovered this quickly.

  Count Casano, after all, was a seasoned slave catcher and not unfamiliar with this wilderness. Feeling that he had made his point with the menacing display, Count Casano took out his last carrier pigeon, wrote a brief and clear situation report, requesting his brother to hasten his march, and then calmly released the bird.

  In the inquiring eyes of his attendants, Count Casano wisely decided to retreat; the task of a scout was merely reconnaissance, and his desire for a showdown with Baimon warriors would soon be satisfied in the upcoming battle.

  Like a team of hunting gentlemen, all the vanguards followed their masters with elegant and dignified manner, lightly urging on their war horses.

  All the war horses under the command of General Shi were the best, and it was difficult to intercept them even if they marched at a speed comparable to that of infantrymen. Therefore, while fleeing, Count Casano still had the leisure to turn his head back and take a glance.

  A squadron of skirmishers bursting out of a ravine almost threw the Count Casano off his horse, and this squadron was lying down in the grass; when did Bimon's soldiers ever have such brains!

  In the face of the Byakuren cavalry corps, composed of mammoths and giant badgers and cave bears, all the scouts immediately retracted their original composure, the spurs on their boots instantly stabbed the bellies of the sturdy horses beneath them until they were drenched in blood, the sound of whips cracking through the air with hardly any pause, as if racing against time to return to the road.

  A well-trained slave-catching team is not a mob, without any panic, all the scouts reacted quickly with the same rhythm, while turning their horses' heads and galloping wildly, they also didn't forget to pull out the repeating crossbow tubes hanging on the saddle.

  Count Casano couldn't understand where he had gone wrong. Renzi's perception made him feel a little uneasy himself.

  A well-trained warhorse is a warhorse after all, and once the speed is opened up, it's absolutely not something that Baimon's mount can match. As long as Count Casano emerges from the rear path to intercept those few dozen Baimon warriors, the scouts will be absolutely safe.

  The vast expanse of the wasteland allowed Count Casano to safely bypass the ambush set by the warriors of Bimon. However, the young man's inherent hot-bloodedness led him to make a small mistake - he thought that after his warhorse gained speed, with his excellent horsemanship and fine armor, he could easily force his way through and give those Bimons a demonstration of his prowess.

  If he were given a second chance, I believe he would not have done so, for the enemy he faced was a group of about thirty Pimon River horsemen.

  When the distance reached a point where Casano could clearly see the faces and equipment of these warriors, Count Casano was terrified to realize his mistake. Fortunately, he was an excellent knight. Relying on his excellent horse and perfect riding skills, he skillfully turned around and slipped away from the side.

  The warhorse under the Earl's crotch is a specialty of the Kingdom of Porto, which is rich in fine horses on the vast plain of Karim... Nightmare. This nightmare was abandoned by the demon knights of the Burning Legion after the battle between gods and demons, and mated with wild horses to produce offspring.

  Although there is no "Nightmare" with the racial skill of four hooves burning, the speed and reaction ability of the Nightmare horse are still absolutely top-notch, and the price of a Nightmare horse has reached an astonishing 10,000 gold coins.

  Only three of the best riders managed to keep up with him, barely maintaining a rhythm built on a pile of 10,000 gold coins. The rest of the riders, after preparing for a charge, suddenly found themselves unable to adapt and one of them was forced to follow his master's direction, but due to the excessive turning angle, the horse's leg twisted and it fell heavily to the ground, rolling into a ball.

  The remaining troops charged forward with a fierce determination, crashing into the rhino warriors' battle array, and the sound of clashing flesh echoed through the air.

  Count Casano was after all a clever fellow. When he saw the warriors of the River Morn clad in golden armor, holding huge shields shaped like giants, he knew they were in trouble.

  Among the Bimon, except for the royal city guard who had complete armor, no lord could afford such a luxurious gift to arm his subordinates. The robust physique and copper shields of the hippopotamus warriors also left him with a lingering fear.

  The Count of Casano, who had already opened the way, still did not forget to look back at a glance, and this glance made him unforgettable for life.

  Human heavy infantry against cavalry, is nothing more than inserting a heavy shield into the ground and using their body to tightly resist, in order to offset the warhorse's massive impact force. The scouts, although they didn't have fearsome long spears for charging, but once the warhorses under them opened up speed, the impact force was also astonishing. The ten or so scouts' hands holding the linked crossbow tubes all shot out at the same time as they approached during the charge. The pure iron-made crossbow arrows couldn't shoot far, but within 50 paces their power was astonishing. The sound of the crossbow arrows and steel shields colliding, like a violent rainstorm, allows one to imagine the terror of this weapon.

  However, the hippopotamus warriors rushed forward to meet them, rushing towards the galloping war horses, their bodies were actually higher than the blade candidates sitting on the horse.

  All the war horses crashed into a wall, one fell over, and all let out a sad cry as they collapsed to the ground. The scouts' superb horsemanship was indeed put to good use, as four or five of them managed to free themselves from their reins, rolled on the spot, got back up, and drew the large swords from their waists.

  Under the impact, the group of hippopotamus warriors actually only fell over a few times, shook their heads, and then came up with a carp-like movement that was completely inconsistent with their body shape, and quickly got up.

  At this moment

  The giant shields were all open, and each hippopotamus warrior was wielding a five-length giant axe to surround the scouts. This giant axe had the longest handle in the eyes of human scouts, but it seemed short-handled in the hands of the hippopotamus warriors. Count Casano discovered that these hippopotamus warriors were carrying

  The shape of the giant shield was surprisingly not cumbersome and dragging, with a burst of surprise in my heart, followed by deep fear.

  Even if Wu Rui's martial arts skills were even more exquisite, they would still be absolutely useless in front of this giant two-bladed axe-wielding hippopotamus warrior. The physique of the hippopotamus warriors could swallow five Wu Ruis whole, and their massive axes would only make humans think one thing: despair.

  The nightmare of Count Casano was far from over, for the captured Wolframite was tied to the back of his most trusted retainer's saddle, and the count would surely regret not having gotten rid of him earlier.

  That Baizu man took a big bite of the war horse's buttocks, and with just one bite, under Wolf's teeth, the buttocks of this fine war horse worth two thousand gold coins were like a piece of tender cheese being gnawed by a greedy child, revealing a crescent moon shape. The torn muscle fibers sprayed out fresh blood.

  The warhorse reared up in pain, its hooves thrashing wildly, and the attendant was suddenly dragged away from the side of Count Casano, who was galloping at high speed.

  Just as Casano and the other two scouts were about to turn their horses around to go back and rescue, a group of people running at high speed quickly approached the four human scouts who thought they were already safe, now only 200-300 yards away from them.

  The Earl of Casano nearly went mad, and the ones who came were the terrifying bear men of the Pier tribe! They were even from among the great nobles of the Kingdom of Bimon! Was this territory of Firolian actually a palace of Bimon? There were so many bear men protecting it!

  What really chilled Count Casano to the bone was that these bear-like men were not only physically robust, but also ran with a speed as agile as a cat. Although the count did not know why these bear-like men could run faster than cavalrymen, he knew one thing - if he stayed any longer, he might not even be able to find his own bones.

  Two warriors stared at the rapidly approaching bear man in horror, twirling two silver long guns in their hands. In an instant, their war horses' heads had turned into hedgehogs and fell to the ground with a thud.

  Two warriors stared at the rapidly approaching bear man in horror, twirling two silver long guns in their hands. One of them came to his senses, and his war horse's head had already turned into a hedgehog, which suddenly fell to the ground.

  The Earl of Casano's nightmare horse, although it had a fast start and had chosen to continue running, was not spared by a shiny pike. Fortunately, Casano had tied a steel shield to the horse's buttocks, which exploded with a loud "clang" as the pike hit it, paying the price of a deep gash, but managed to deflect the pike.

  The sliding broadsword again brushed against the horse's back, scraping off a strip of mane.

  My heavens! My earth! My God! Count Casano was lying on the horse's back, desperately twitching the reins of his horse, and shouting wildly in his heart.

  What a sight! They are at least two hundred paces away from us! Two hundred paces! Can they hit us with their javelins at such a distance? The Count of Casano no longer dared to turn his head, fearing he would not be able to bear it and fall off his horse.

  After the human scouts were hopeless in their escape, three scouts joined hands and quickly formed a circular formation with their backs to each other. Although the situation was very bad, these scouts did not give up their intention to resist.

  Their martial arts skills are indeed superb, and they are worthy of being the strongest scouts. They have absolute confidence in themselves.

  The battle began quickly, and the Panda Warriors' martial arts skills, which were taught by Master Lord, were only slightly better than those of the human scouts.

  Gud used just a touch of his golden steel spear and an enemy scout's throat and weapon were pierced together.

  Count Casano was lucky to think he had escaped the clutches of fate when a Frostfur Pichu riding on a Golden Parrot flew past him.

  The Count of Casano stiffened and immediately this noble count thought he must have been frightened out of his wits.

  Above the white clouds in the sky, a pair of eyes were staring at his fleeing figure.