Next day…
Russia…
Dora-nichov and Dora-the-Kid took their place, woke up…
"AAHHHHHH… What a boring day."
"Piece of crap, Nichov!" Kid argued: "What a shithole!"
They talked about the farm and the house of Nozomi and Coco. They could not stand for the smells they claimed "jerk". Kid mostly. The story between Kid and Nichov seemed affecting to Butch and Louise who slept entire of the farm.
No doubt.
And they still got it.
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Butch and Louise also looked up. They all knew the truth that Nichov and Kid were not leaving yet. So they waited them…
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Tom rode his horse through the forest…
"Ahh, so difficult to realize this."
He still walked and walked with horse only. He could not see everything same like his wish. Russian forest always caused confusing for him. The musketeer of Louis XIV, now, in chaos.
"Les russes semblent très soins nature plus que je pensais." (The Russians seem very care on nature more than I thought.)
And he kept moving…
Moving and moving…
And he kept that… Suddenly…
"Var är du från, katt?" (Where are you from, cat?)
"WHAT?" Thomas 'Tom' Cat stood up. He saw a ton of Swedish Caroleans, with armed and heavily fortified weapons like artillery. The captain switched language…
"Peux je vous dérange, Sir ?" (May I bother you, Sir?)
And…
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After that, Kid and Nichov said goodbye to the couple, as they left their place. Now, Butch and Louise moved out and quickly carried their stuffs.
"Milady, we must go!"
"Okay I see." Louise carried her horse. Just like Butch, they were all leaving away. Seeing Nozomi and Coco happy together, Butch and Louise could not stand for…
"I don't understand, Butch…" Louise mentioned.
"What, milady?" Butch replied.
"I think… I need to find him as soon as possible!"' Louise blushed. Her face could not hide the face she was in love. Butch nodded, and slowly moved the horse away…
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Somewhere in Swedish base camp, the army of Sweden was on the rail…
And they did know that.
"Nu, vad har du?" (Now, what have you got?)
The Caroleans were chatting. Suddenly, a soldier arrived and brought to them a letter, a letter to General Carl Gustaf. Carl Gustaf received it and calmly…
"Ta honom här." (Take him here.)
And he nodded. Later, a man walked up, looked like…
"Je suis prêt pour votre mission." (I'm ready for your mission.)
"Vous êtes bienvenue, Français duelliste." (You are welcome, French duelist.)
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