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Because at this moment he had a brilliant idea. Instead of roughly taking the little girl back, wouldn't it be better to let her leave with him on her own?

“Ulpe, shall we go back to Genoa together?” Garibaldi held Gisela’s small hand in his own, looked at her earnestly, and then embraced her like a family member. Once she was in Genoa, his stronghold, all that was left was to negotiate with the Austrians and try to get Misela back.

"Where is Genoa, sister Garibaldi?" Gisela obediently looked up at Garibaldi, who was holding her in her arms. Because of the two objects obscuring her view, Gisela couldn't see Garibaldi's face. (Who could resist this!)

"Ahem!" Garibaldi coughed somewhat awkwardly.

"It's a beautiful city. By day, you can see seagulls soaring freely, radiating vitality and enthusiasm under the sun. By night, you can feel the gentle sea breeze on your face and listen to the tranquil sound of waves crashing against the rocks. The people there live prosperous lives. Ancient sites dating back to Roman times are scattered throughout the streets and alleys. Hundreds of years ago, it was the heart of a commercial empire, where all of Europe's wealth converged. Its prosperity even surpassed that of Rome." Garibaldi continued his rambling, flowery tale.

In fact, Genoa began its irreversible decline in the 15th century. By the time they lived, Genoa, like other port cities in northern Italy, had lost all its former glory as a maritime power, except for the remaining ancient buildings.

“Can I wait a while? I haven’t repaid Miss Laura and her sister yet. It’s not right to be so ungrateful.” Gisela didn’t go along with Garibaldi’s suggestion, but instead gave a reason that Garibaldi couldn’t refuse. The reason was that she wanted to delay here for a while, waiting for Rita and the others to come looking for her. As for why she was so confident, it was because Gisela had left her location with Rita before she left.

"Alright then! How long does Gisele... Ulpe want to wait?" Garibaldi asked with a forced smile, looking at the girl who still made him a little angry even though she had lost her memory.

"I do not know either."

"You!" Garibaldi's eyes were already as big as goldfish's; if she pouted again, she would definitely look like a pufferfish. She felt that her previous painstaking explanations had been played by Gisela. Thinking of this, this seemingly harmless "big sister next door" completely transformed into a grumpy older sister.

"Listen to me and come with me!" came the first warning.

"No!" Gisela raised her head, her fox tail swaying as if in response to her master's displeasure.

"I said I would obey!" came the second warning.

“I don’t want to!” Gisela straightened her back, looking utterly self-righteous (JPG).

"Come with me! Do you hear me!" came the third warning.

"Why are you yelling so loudly!" Gisela hadn't expected Garibaldi to become so irritable, so she instinctively backed away.

PS1: Miss Garibaldi, who thought she had everything under control (laughs).

Chapter 221 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter82 Chloris in Italy (Happy New Year!)

"Tsk." Garibaldi clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, then removed the tie-like decoration from his collar and shoved Gisela onto the bed.

"Don't be stubborn, or you'll regret it!" Garibaldi tugged at Gisela's clothes, somewhat out of control, though she hadn't even considered why she was doing it; she was simply innocent and naive. (I.) Garibaldi just wanted to teach this disobedient Austrian princess a lesson.

"Let me go." Gisela struggled, feigning fear, and desperately kicked the ground with her legs.

"Keep struggling! Where's that look on your face like you were looking at a bug that day? Show it now!" Garibaldi's eyes gleamed with a hint of "evil" red light. For some reason, the psychological trauma Su Beiming had inflicted on her that day was immense, making her instinctively want to vent all the humiliation she had suffered that day on Gisela now.

She didn't know what had happened that day that left her with such a deep psychological scar, but she hoped that her delicate and weak body could be corrected someday, even though she didn't object to being pushed around by a beautiful woman.

"I've struggled enough. Should I add a little more acting?" Gisela thought to herself as she looked at Garibaldi in front of her, and then her eyes immediately reddened.

This scene was naturally witnessed by Garibaldi. Under her gaze, Gisela's tears streamed down her face, her usually beautiful eyes now red and swollen.

Garibaldi, who was on top of Gisela, froze for a moment when she saw the charming Gisela. She felt a pang of guilt and gently stroked Gisela's cheek.

"Alright, waiting a few days is fine too." Garibaldi sighed somewhat helplessly.

"Thank you, sister!" Gisela wiped her eyes and expressed her gratitude to the woman in front of her. In a moment that Garibaldi didn't notice, a playful smile appeared on Gisela's lips.

At that very moment, our Miss Laura pushed open the door and saw Garibaldi riding on Gisela's back. Gisela's clothes were torn, exposing large areas of her fair skin, and her cute little face was covered in tears.

As a champion of justice, Laura grabbed a thick wooden stick from the doorway and swung it at Garibotti. With a whooshing sound as the stick sped through the air, the unsuspecting brown-haired woman was sent flying in a clearly visible trajectory. She crashed into a cabinet, cried out "Ah!", and then passed out.

Laura didn't understand why, even though both of them were women, she had a strange feeling that a violent attack was taking place, but in any case, checking on the two women's condition after the fight was the top priority at the moment.

Let's turn our attention to the other side—

Princess Chloris of Prussia has been in northern Italy for several days now. She was initially full of confidence and thought she had everything under control, but she has clearly encountered a fatal problem.

Looking at the rural forks in the road before her, she was utterly speechless; there were eight of them. For citizens of China, even with many roads, asking someone would solve the problem. Unfortunately, the stubbornness left by the Prussians still influences Germans to this day: they'll read the map themselves and never ask for help. This habit was initially intended to improve the national literacy through map reading and to supply the army with more map-reading soldiers to enhance combat effectiveness. Although it wasn't emphasized as much later, the habit and tradition still shaped most Prussians.

Clearly, Chloris, as a princess of Prussia, naturally had the habit of independently looking at maps, and that's how she got lost.

"Damn it!" Chloris bit her nails, looking somewhat dissatisfied, the smile on her lips now appearing comically self-deprecating.

She was as composed as she was before she set off, and now she's in a sorry state in the Italian countryside...

"I should have asked Bismarck to find me a guide." With that thought, Chloris rudely kicked her boots into the trunk of a large tree lying by the roadside.

It's worth noting that although she's currently wearing a military uniform, it's not from Prussia, Austria-Hungary, France, or Sardinia; it's a British uniform, something completely unrelated to them. Being a British soldier is clearly the most advantageous position in Italy at this point. Britain and France are currently allies, and although Britain isn't at war, France naturally won't be hostile. As for Sardinia, its diplomacy is aligned with France's, so it won't cause trouble for the British. The Austrians also wouldn't want to offend the British and create another enemy. (Britain has left some military observers in Italy.)

As for the British, they probably wouldn't say much even if they knew, since Prussia was of great strategic importance to Britain's balance of power in Europe, and Britain had no need to antagonize Prussia over such a trivial matter.

In this respect, Cloris had to admire Bismarck. He always considered things comprehensively and thoughtfully. Prussia's diplomatic environment had never been better than it is now. Even Frederick the Great, whom Prussia was most proud of, could not avoid getting himself into the predicament of fighting on multiple fronts. But now Prussia did not have such troubles.

Just then, a carriage drove by, and Chloris waved to signal the driver to stop. But the driver had no intention of stopping. After all, they were in the middle of nowhere, and with war recently breaking out, it wasn't uncommon for deserters to become bandits. For his young lady's safety, the driver had no obligation to stop.

Seeing that Chloris seemed to be ignoring her, she used her magical power to leap into the air, grabbed a tree trunk, spun around it, and swung onto the roof of the carriage, which was still not far away. This astonishing move forced the coachman to pull on the reins, draw his pistol from his waist, and aim it at Chloris.

"Don't worry, I mean no harm." Chloris had previously tied her long gray hair up and hidden it in her military cap, but now, to show that she meant no harm, she took off her cap and let her hair fall loose.

"Is White out there?" A soft, girlish voice came from inside the carriage.

"Miss, please don't come out. Leave everything here to me," the coachman explained gently to the girl in the carriage, his eyes never leaving Chloris for even a moment.

"I wonder why Your Excellency, a British officer, is here." The coachman didn't know Chloris's identity, so he could only start by looking at her red women's military uniform.

“Me? I got lost on a mission, so I’m looking for a ride to a nearby town to find a guide.” Chloris’s lips curled slightly as she observed the man before her with her scarlet eyes.

PS1: The true male protagonist, Cthulhu (laughs)

Chapter 222 Irises Withering in the Alps: Capter83 Since ancient times, love has been fleeting (Seeking votes)

"Put it down. I am a mage. How can you fight me with a toy in your hand?" Chloris skillfully drew her magic-powered dagger and displayed it before her opponent. The dagger, radiating a strong magical aura, proved her exceptional control over magical energy. (Chloris deliberately concealed her identity as a mage.)

"..." After a moment of silence, the coachman decided to follow his heart. He was just an ordinary person, and if it really came down to a fight, he would be no match for her. So he put down his weapon and looked at the woman in front of him with some respect.

"What are your orders, esteemed Miss Magician?"

“A wise decision. I don’t have any demanding requirements. I just want a ride, is that alright?” With that, Chloris flipped over and jumped into the carriage, leaving the coachman looking hesitant.

Could he refuse her? Obviously not. As for his young mistress, they were both women; what could possibly happen to her? That was impossible!

Of course, the coachman would soon find out that on the short ten-kilometer journey to the town, his young lady had been completely taken advantage of by this mysterious magician.

—The journey process is omitted.

"My darling, let's meet again someday." Chloris knelt before the Italian lady with brown curly hair, gently took her fingertips in his right hand, and kissed her lightly like an elegant gentleman.

He then straightened up, took a rubber band from his pocket, tied his long silver-gray hair into a stylish single ponytail, and put on his military cap.

"Please wait a moment!" The Italian girl placed her hand on her chest, bit her pink lips, and called out to Chloris.

Chloris turned around, somewhat puzzled, and looked at the Italian young lady in front of her.

The girl lifted her skirt and walked quickly to Chloris. Her hurried steps, even in the high heels that made movement difficult, could not be hindered in the slightest.

“I love you! Will you be with me? I don’t care about worldly opinions, I just want to be with you…” The Italian girl wrapped her arms around Chloris’s neck, then stood on tiptoe, wanting to kiss her lips.

Italians are so straightforward about love. Compared to the gentle and subtle nature of Eastern love, the fiery passion of Italians may better represent the Western view of love.

Chloris was not at all surprised by the girl's advances, but as a seasoned lover who had been in the game for many years, the Prussian princess was clearly more experienced than she appeared.

“No, beautiful lady, you have an engagement and a wonderful married life waiting for you. You don’t need to give up your wonderful life for me… You will meet many people in your life, and I am just a passerby in your life.” Chloris raised her index finger and gently touched the other’s soft lips, then smiled and murmured to the girl in front of her.

Chloris's gaze and expression made it seem as if the girl in front of her was the most important other half in her heart, and the girl naturally saw this scene, which made her even more attached to Chloris.

"Please, don't go! I can't live without you!" Seeing his young mistress's infatuated expression, the coachman raised his hand to pull her away, but then helplessly lowered it and looked at Chloris.

She knew her young mistress's personality well, and she clearly hoped that the British lady in front of her would take the initiative to refuse rather than lecture her.

Seeing the coachman's appearance, Chloris felt inexplicably happier. She skillfully wrapped her arms around the girl's hands and slowly slid them down her slender back to her hips.

Seemingly sensing the stimulation from her back, the Italian girl's body trembled slightly, and her cheeks flushed crimson.

If she could, the girl in front of her would be happy to throw herself into Chloris's arms, but Chloris stopped short by whispering something in the girl's ear before turning and leaving.

The Italian young lady was left standing there, heartbroken, for her first love had ended just like that.

Seeing the departing Englishmen, the coachman understood without asking what she had whispered to his young mistress. After all, for a young girl, this was a bitter experience that must be endured during her growth.

Of course, Chloris, who had left the Italian lady, hadn't gone far. At this moment, she was observing this small town that wasn't recorded on any map. This wasn't surprising, since the map in her hand was an 1805 map of northern Italy, which was from the Napoleonic Wars period. This map was now more than half a century old.

As for her plan, she originally intended to secretly depart from Milan and then search along the Ticino River. However, upon arriving at the scene, she discovered that the Ticino River did not seem as unremarkable as the Berlin-Spree River. The river had numerous tributaries on both banks and complex terrain.

As she pondered this, she turned into a small alley. She didn't care about the threat of thugs or robbers. After all, she was a magic user, and it wouldn't be difficult for her to take down a thug with a single punch if she wanted to. Instead, she wanted to grab a thug to lead the way, since these people were local bullies and no one knew the area better than them.

But she seemed to have forgotten one thing: her British military uniform. Surely no one would bother a soldier, even a foreign one, for no reason.

"What's going on over there?" Her magical senses seemed to have noticed that in a distance, about six men were blocking a tall woman with short silver-gray hair against a wall. Because the men were too burly, she couldn't see the girl's appearance clearly, but one thing was certain: she seemed to be in trouble.

She had no interest in doing good deeds, but she was very interested in capturing someone to be her guide. With that thought in mind, Chloris sneered and pulled out a dagger from under her skirt, then moved closer with light steps.

"Beautiful lady, would you like to play with us for a while?" History has proven that humans are essentially just parrots; even after thousands of years, the language skills of these social scum have never improved.

These thugs looked at the woman in the black and white maid outfit with their lewd and vulgar eyes. Her exquisite face, her captivating wine-red eyes, and her fair skin excited them immensely. They couldn't wait to tear the woman's cumbersome maid outfit to shreds.

PS1: Ra!

Chapter 223 Iris Grove, Second Umbrella Order, Withered Flowers in the Alps:Capter84 What a coincidence! (Seeking votes)

They skillfully formed a circle, restricting the girl's movements. Clearly, these men were repeat offenders; countless innocent girls had been harmed by them. As for being held accountable by the law, it was wartime, and no one cared about the actions of these thugs.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" The woman's lips parted slightly, but her tone was flat and devoid of any emotion. If one were to observe closely, one would notice the emptiness in her eyes, as if her soul had been ripped out, and she had no regard for these guys at all.

"Ha! What are you saying, you bitch? This world is all about the survival of the fittest!" One of the men tried to grab the woman in front of him with his big, rough hand, but just as his hand was about to reach her, it suddenly stopped and fell to the ground.

"That's rude!" As Rita spoke, blood gushed out from the cut on the other woman's wrist, staining her face and clothes crimson.

Faced with this sudden scene and the man lying on the ground groaning, his five companions were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground.

"Only Your Highness can touch Rita. As for you?" The woman continued speaking strangely, then swung down her weapon, and another unfortunate thug's head fell to the ground.

Seeing such a horrifying scene, it would be a miracle if the remaining four people still thought with their lower bodies. They took off running in the opposite direction from Rita.

"Why are you running away? Isn't the law of the jungle your guiding principle?" Rita said to herself as she used her magic to chase after those who wanted to escape.

With a precise thrust into the heart from behind, she gently twisted the dagger, and blood slowly slid from its groove. She then kicked the corpse aside with her leg. These actions, long since ingrained in her being, did not falter in the slightest due to the act of killing.

And so Rita chopped off another thug's arm. This was the fourth one, including the previous ones.

Hearing screams coming from afar, Chloris frowned. It seemed that the woman who had been surrounded was now chasing after the remaining two thugs, and further away, there were people lying on the ground screaming.

This is interesting. Chloris also gripped her weapon tightly, gazing with amusement into the depths of the narrow, dark alley. As her magical energy expanded, she seemed to recognize the woman who was killing. If she was here, it would at least prove that her intuition was correct, and the little fox must be nearby as well.

Rita drew her knife again; this was the last one. She ran towards her prey with her face still expressionless.

The last thug, with all his might, strode towards the alleyway exit not far away. Death was right behind him. As a hypocritical believer, he had no choice but to turn to his God, whom he never prayed to, begging for forgiveness and mercy, and praying that he could live.

Someone? The thug could make out that there seemed to be a woman standing not far from the street exit. Judging from her clothing, she was a soldier, although it seemed to be a style he had never seen before.

"Help!" the thug shouted instinctively, hoping to get help from the woman.

Seeing the thugs charging towards her, Chloris smiled and stepped aside, gesturing for them to enter.

"Thanks." The thug and Chloris brushed past each other. In that brief moment, she seemed to notice that the woman with scarlet eyes in front of her seemed to be smiling? But no matter what, as long as she took a few more steps, she could escape to the street. Who cared what happened to her?

Just as he was about to leave, his gaze seemed to undergo a strange rotation.

"Hey, what's wrong with me?" The thug was astonished to find that he could see his own body. As for the woman who had just cleared the way for him, she was wiping her dagger. There was an unexpected playfulness in her eyes, but soon he knew nothing more.

“Miss Rita, it’s been a long time. It’s been quite a while since we last met in Berlin,” Chloris said first, looking at the maid rushing towards her.

"Princess Chloris!?" Rita repeated the other person's name, her sprinting pace gradually slowing down. Although she had a strong aversion to this woman, now was not the time to fight her. After all, she was no match for her, and Rita was well aware of this. Moreover, reuniting with the princess was the priority right now.

"Are you here to see Gisela too?" Chloris walked step by step toward the maid. Although Rita was covered in blood and looked somewhat frightening, Chloris felt no fear whatsoever.

Perhaps Rita sees herself as a rival in love, but for Chloris, the maid in front of her is not out of the question; she just doesn't intend to make a move right now.

Rita's mentality is just like the husband's attitude towards his wife. He allows her to have affairs with other women, since it won't make him a cuckold. So it doesn't matter if his wife wants to have several same-sex lovers, as long as she still loves him.

“Your Highness…” Upon hearing Chloris’s words, Rita suppressed her earlier hostility and spoke in as calm a tone as possible:

"Then, does Princess Chloris have any information about my prince?" Rita knew that the Prussians were well-connected and it was not surprising that they had any inside information. Moreover, she had found this place based on the prince's information, but this woman was able to keep up with her. This alone was enough to show that the other party was extraordinary.

Therefore, if possible, she could accept cooperating with His Highness.

"And from what stand are you asking whether it is or not? A personal maid, or something else?" Chloris was well aware of Rita's thoughts. The master and servant relationship was interesting enough, and their relationship was indeed worthy of gossip.

"Your Highness is the most important person to Rita." Rita blinked, and the pride in her voice was evident on her usually cool face.

“What a coincidence, the little fox is also one of the most important people to me.” Chloris smiled and nudged Rita with her elbow.

"Of course I'm different from you. To me, she can also be my fiancée!"

"You!" Rita had never seen such an unreasonable person before. She felt like she had punched a cotton ball, but in order to find her prince, she had to be patient and ask for his help.

"Don't worry, I won't treat you badly. You can be my maid then. After all, Gisela's things are mine, and mine are hers."

"..." Even Rita fell silent in the face of Chloris's remarks.

"Alright, enough joking around, let's get down to business, shall we?" Chloris quickly steered the conversation back on track, looking at Rita with a serious expression.