Chapter One, where is the person? Why haven't they arrived yet?

The noble baron, whose face had turned pale after enduring for so long, could no longer bear the seemingly endless night and finally proposed to his dear wife, "Isabella, may I switch to another hand?"

Even after witnessing the prowess of many Englishmen, they still adhere to their own ways, embodying the nonchalance of following their own path while letting others talk.

It sounds like the baron's, indeed

Beneath the two gently arched slender brows, her eyes have narrowed to a fine line, and her long, thick eyelashes tremble lightly, clearly indicating that she is enduring immense pain. The source of this pain is her once smooth, now prominently swollen abdomen.

Lying on the bed, he nodded vigorously, exerting all his strength to persevere

Given the current level of medical care, childbirth poses significant risks to both mother and infant. Errors during the delivery process and the occurrence of severe complications often result in fatalities for both parties. Even in the absence of any complications, women giving birth must endure prolonged and intense pain.

"What the lady needs now is peace and quiet. With all of you charging in, each wielding swords and hammers, what if you frighten her?" Lisotte opened his mouth wide, realizing the gravity of the situation, and immediately retreated several meters, fearing that he might get splattered by the spittle. "So, are you all experienced with pregnancy? Whoever admits it, I will let you pass; otherwise, it’s best for you to stay put and do nothing. If you’re bored, I can entertain you!"

The night breeze stirs the grass in the wilderness, and the dark night envelops the entire land. A town to the west of the towering Alps lies in the oppressive darkness of the night, when suddenly, a castle not far from the town ignites with flames that pierce through the darkness.

The trembling retainer, with a sense of relief, recalled the calamity that occurred a century ago in France, which has always served as a reminder to the knights of France. Protecting their behinds is a guarantee for a believer in God; to ascend to heaven, one must ensure that their behind has not been pierced by another, otherwise, they would be bound to the purification rack for cleansing.

Did I just hear incorrectly? Was that a man's voice calling?

In the name of the honor of knights, God, and the Virgin Mary, the knights of France are all pure and virtuous individuals, who have never been made pregnant by anyone

Rosanna, the wife of Sir Lancelot from Scotland, pushed aside the iron canister that was blocking the door to the house, brought in hot water and obstetric tools, although their usefulness remains to be verified

The leading older knight, fearing that he might be misunderstood, explained: "We are here to protect the lady!"

Turning his head, under the dim yellow light, Baron Neville quietly wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes and shouted with a grim expression: "Where are the people? Why haven't they arrived yet?"

In a bedroom within the castle, a woman let out a mournful scream, and her sharp voice nearly caused a retainer to accidentally thrust the hilt of his sword into the raised backside of a knight who was turning to mount his horse

A blood-curdling scream, akin to that of a pig being slaughtered, echoed from the baron's bedroom, followed by a loud crash. Lisotte's ancestral Scottish broadsword fell to the ground as he gazed in astonishment at the tower above.

It really seems to be a baron!

Subsequently, he discovered that the once proud and spirited French knights were also filled with such melancholy just a minute ago, which finally provided the attendant with considerable psychological comfort. The knight glanced at Lisotte and stretched his neck to look at the flickering candle in the high tower of the lord's bedroom, and could only kneel on the ground to beseech the Lord's protection

Steam billowed from his nostrils, snorting like a bull, as the baron, with tears in his eyes, justified his actions and forced himself to speak gently to the book: "I am afraid you might tire of biting."

The lovely baroness opened her eyes pitifully and glanced at her husband. With just that one look, the fearless spirit that once surged within Baron Neville, reminiscent of the ancestors of the Neville family who bravely charged at the English with a club made of tin cans, erupted once more.

So terrifying

The highest-ranking baron of the Neville family angrily exclaimed, "Did I not say to be quiet?"

The baroness could only emit muffled sounds, and although the baron did not understand what she wanted to say, he could grasp her meaning; her small cherry lips remained clamped on his wrist: his wife was not tired

Shh ! ! !

Madam needs our assistance

The continuously flickering lights resembled tiny fireflies in the dark wilderness, while the incessant barking and cursing of dogs filled the air. Over a hundred people in the fortress of Lyon were on high alert, as if facing a formidable enemy

Shh! Lower your voice!

The great Neville family is about to welcome a new heir, but all of this hinges on whether the Baroness can endure today

A feeling of pain intertwined with joy makes the baron irresistibly happy

The trusted knight of the castle lord, Sir Lothar, stepped out through the narrow wooden door leading to the dimly lit tower base, his bare, glistening arms raised, brandishing a shining Scottish broadsword, completely blocking this sole passage.

The baron sat by the bedside, gazing at his wife's bloodless face. The dim light fell upon her shoulders, casting a golden glow, while her pale lips bit into the delicate skin of the baron's wrist.

The armor weighing dozens of pounds on his body suddenly felt as light as a feather, clanging loudly like a large chunk of iron. Four chairs were overturned, and three cups were smashed underfoot, causing a commotion that echoed from downstairs to upstairs, with a group of maids shouting and scrambling about in chaos.

Madam, you can endure it by gritting your teeth and closing your eyes. My father nearly died from an arrow wound to his abdomen, and he endured it in this way!

A person who is thin is indicative of being weak in health

Conceiving a child, these knights and retainers possess considerable experience; however, when it comes to the experience of being made pregnant, any woman present here has more experience than they do

Wow!

The clattering of iron objects echoed loudly, shaking the ceiling and floor of the baron's bedroom, causing stone debris to fall. The assembled knights signaled that they had not spoken a word.

Yes, we must use our swords to protect the lady

You see, with the second sharp and mournful wail echoing through the castle, a large group of fully armed Frenchmen, having rapidly evolved beyond the limitations of Darwinian theory into a state resembling canned goods, stirred up a wave of excitement, their eagerness to engage in a grand endeavor becoming increasingly apparent as they rubbed their fists in anticipation

Under the threatening gazes of the crowd, the knight silently retreated to the corner of the wall and began to count the wooden marks on the ground

Everyone in the castle is prepared to welcome the next scream of the Baroness

The flames increased from few to many, from weak to strong, and in an instant, the slumbering town was awakened by the boiling castle

How about it, madam, would you like to bite me?

The valiant knights are ready to set off, while the maids, gazing at those strong French knights as tall as bulls, are momentarily drenched in sweat. Being of lower status, they dare not approach at this time to say anything that might provoke the knights.

From a distance, the robust Frenchmen and Scots possess the bright potential to become the fierce male cheerleaders that captivated the entire town in the 14th century

Betting on the honor of the knights and the book, let us fight for the lady

Seeing that the Frenchman below is about to let his passions overwhelm him again, despite already being a father of three, Risotto, a Scottish-French mixed-race illegitimate child, is quite experienced in this regard.

The knights of France have never known what fear is. From a young age, they have been instilled with the belief that the most powerful being in the world is Christ Jesus, followed by Christ himself, and then their own formidable common sense. To substantiate this viewpoint, for over a hundred years, the brave French knights have repeatedly demonstrated to the world, with their lives, just how fearless they truly are

The Baroness is a good person, not only do Lisotte and his wife think so, but also the group of French knights who call themselves the Pure Children share this view, and the residents of the small town also hold this just mistress in high regard

Rosanna instructed several maids to hang the curtains in preparation for the upcoming production. The robust maid, who had endured three painful experiences, comforted the young mistress: "Madam, you must hold on!"

Before long, a dark shadow surged out from the lowered drawbridge and raced towards the town. Inside the castle, more than ten knights anxiously paced back and forth in the small square, while the knights' squires retrieved the heavy armor for them.

The slow-witted knight immediately understood the reason for his disdain. His entire body was encased in armor, yet with this equipment, it was a wonder that the baroness's delicate little teeth were not shattered. Thinking of the beautiful baroness's elegant smile, with her pearly teeth slightly exposed, he suddenly imagined how her lovely front teeth had vanished without a trace.

Yes, yes, yes, madam must hold on

"Isn't it the lady who is being produced? Why is it called a baron?" A retainer expressed great confusion.

Holy Mother Mary above, www.hetushu.com. How could it be the baron who is called upon during the baroness's childbirth? Could it be that a miracle has granted the esteemed Baron the powerful ability to bear the pains of the woman in labor?

Just now, I didn't know who shouted the loudest. I muttered a complaint about the loudmouth, and immediately, Lisot closed his mouth. Then, with a thud, the Scottish giant leaped forward, dug in his rear, and lay down on the ground.

Yes, my master

The noble baron once again emitted a terrifying wail akin to that of a slaughtered pig, a cry that awakened many knights present, buried deep within their hearts, reminiscent of a few years ago when the baron was pierced in the backside by an Englishman's arrow, his voice sounding much the same

A large group of knights exchanged glances, unnaturally shivering, and together, a dozen knights directed their strength towards Lisotte.

The knight who spoke these words was immediately met with the disdain of everyone, emanating from the depths of their souls; the fury in the baron's eyes was almost enough to tear apart the unfortunate soul who had misspoken

The Scotsman from Scotland shouted loudly, causing the Frenchman, who was always ready to draw his sword at the slightest disagreement, to immediately back down. They had often taught this Scottish drunkard a lesson in the past.

However, Lisotte harbored a thought that he had never dared to share with anyone else: the mistress was quite good, though she was a bit frail.

The baron beside them also gritted his teeth and followed his wife in perseverance

A newly arrived unfortunate attendant had his face splattered with the saliva of the Scots. He glanced at the knight and his companions, who had unknowingly retreated a considerable distance, wearing an expression of deep resentment

Behind Risotto, his wife, who had borne him three children, was methodically directing four personal maids in preparation for the delivery, as the Baroness of Lyon Town was about to give birth

What are you doing! Do you want to cause trouble

Risotto burst open the wooden door to the baron's bedroom: "Baron!!!"