Siko, East Garrison.
Mallory hunched over, using the snowy light coming from the window, he read the battle report he had just received. Based on the description above, he searched for the names of various places on the map on the table. After a long while, he sighed slightly and straightened up. Go to the window and look out.
In the distance, you can vaguely see where the central business district used to be, now full of soldiers with shovels and brooms, carefully digging through the soil. He knew that beneath the surface was a component of a magic circle.
That was a secret that was discovered not long ago from the diary of the late Archbishop Vana. The four border towns, Xiko, Mengli, Anke and Walter, as well as the Temple of Light at the center of the Central Holy See of Vana, are actually key parts of the magic circle. With the help of the power of the Scepter of Light and the Fountain of Life, this magic circle can be reactivated and provide protection for the entire continent. Any evil invading force will be expelled or eliminated as soon as possible.
It turns out that this is the truth behind the cooperation between Vana and the elves to drive away the demons. For more than a hundred years, no one has discovered this secret. As the four towns gradually developed into regional business centers, their original roles have long been forgotten.
No one knows which person or god left this magic circle. Only the archbishop of Vana passed down this secret from generation to generation. If the recently deceased had not had the habit of keeping a diary, if the person responsible for sorting out his relics had not been a careful person, people, maybe this matter will never be known to anyone.
But Mallory still couldn't understand why the person who set up the magic circle chose to place the key part at the junction of the country and the country. There are too many variables in doing so. What if one country refuses to cooperate? Another example is this time, if Anke City had not been recaptured by Shaonan and Fan'a, the plan would not have been implemented.
He stood by the window for a long time, and the cold wind came in through the cracks in the window. He couldn't help but shudder, and hurriedly turned back to the table, but suddenly his eyesight went dark. His body swayed and he was about to fall down.
Will, who happened to walk to the door and wanted to knock on the door, saw this situation and rushed up to support him: "Boss, are you okay?!"
Mallory closed his eyes and opened them after a moment. He smiled and waved his hands: "It's okay, I'm just a little dizzy."
Will looked at the white hair that had recently increased on his temples and said worriedly: "Boss, you are too tired. Not only do you have to travel back and forth between Ito, Xiko and Walter, but you also have to work in the office every day. In the middle of the night. Your body won’t be able to bear this.”
Mallory smiled: "It's okay. I'll take a good rest when it's over."
"You always say that. But when the war is over, you will be busy with other things, right? Boss. You are not young anymore. You should think more about your own health."
Mallory patted Will on the shoulder. A wry smile flashed across his face. He tilted his head diagonally to the opposite side: "If I really take a rest, the things will have to be handed over to others. Do you think I will trust those people with such an important responsibility?"
Will looked across the room. There were several senior officers there laughing loudly. One of them walked out the door. Shout out to your subordinates. Ask them why they know he has friends coming. Not even offering good wine. His adjutant quickly apologized. Went off to find a drink. And when the senior officer turned around. He caught a glimpse of Mallory and Will looking at him. Smiling contemptuously. Then went back to the room.
Will's face darkened: "Are they idiots? Where is this place?! Drinking in broad daylight?!"
"In the past few days, troops have been arriving one after another for support. They probably met friends." Mallory sorted out the documents on the table nonchalantly. Close your eyes. He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows gently.
"Is he a noble officer?" Will said coldly, "Only nobles would do such stupid things! Boss, I don't understand. It has always been our security agency that has been doing things seriously. Protecting this country. Those The nobles have done nothing, so why should they belittle us?! And they say we are sinister and cunning!"
"It doesn't matter what they say. It's enough for us to do what we should do." Mallory glanced at him, "His Majesty the King knows what he wants."
"But isn't this unfair?!" Will said unwillingly. "Obviously we are the heroes, but after the incident, these people who did nothing were rewarded just because they are nobles!" "There are also people in the department who receive awards, and department members who receive titles every year for their meritorious service It's not like nothing." Mallory lowered his voice, "Don't you think it's unfair? But they are from the military, and we must appease the military. After all, we still have to rely on them to fight the war."
Will curled his lips and whispered: "Anyway, I think they are trash! They are also the cradle of traitors! The purpose of our Security Agency is to protect the people of this country, but now, except for foreign intelligence stations, almost all agencies in the country have All your energy is spent on monitoring noble lords, what else can you do for the common people?”
Mallory paused, feeling even more tired, and said in a low voice: "As long as... we just do what we should do..."
Will was unconvinced and wanted to say something else. Seeing the tiredness on Mallory's face, he hesitated and closed his mouth. He gently placed the document in his hand on the table and was about to exit when he saw an old monk wearing gray robes and a solemn expression standing outside the door. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
Mallory had already stood up: "It's you, His Excellency Bishop Jacob, please come in."
Bishop Jacob nodded solemnly and walked in: "I asked the commander of your army, General Loward, who could answer my question, and he asked me, Your Excellency."
Mallory smiled: "Excuse me, what do you want to ask?"
"Regarding the Fountain of Life, are you sure that the two envoys can be brought back? You must know that this is a very important matter. Without the Fountain of Life, the entire plan cannot be implemented. We must come up with a second plan. "
"Please rest assured about this." Mallory was very confident, "Our envoy has a friendly relationship with the residents of the Elf Forest, and the envoy sent by your country is also a smart and wise young man. I believe they will complete the task smoothly. Mission, don’t you believe it?”
Bishop Jacob did not answer, there was still a trace of doubt in his eyes. Yes, he saw the corpse of the Warcraft with his own eyes, and believed that the Demon Realm did intend to isolate Van'a from the other four countries, but were Alex Mandheling and his family really innocent? Were they really not involved in the plan to kill the archbishop? He really didn't agree with sending this young man to carry out such an important task. Not to mention that the representative from East's side is still a child who has not yet reached adulthood. He prayed somewhat sadly to the God of Light that the child could come back safely.
After asking a few more questions, he left, and Mallory and Will both breathed a sigh of relief. The latter said angrily: "What does he mean by this?! Is he implying that Alex is related to the Demon Realm? It's so funny! The monsters Alex killed were not just one or two!"
Mallory didn't want to get entangled in this issue. He quickly glanced at the documents that Will brought: "Anlong is going to bring a brigade to transport his newly made arrows. You can notify the people in the army warehouse later. be prepared."
"Yes!" Will responded politely, and leaned over with a smile, "Boss, Uncle Anlong is coming. Does it mean that Count Cardo is leaving?"
Mallory glanced at him and slapped the document back in his face: "Go!"
At the same time, on the other side of the garrison, Elon Xiao Cardo stared closely at the order in front of him, with veins popping out on his hands. He angrily swept everything on the table to the floor and yelled, "Get out of here!"
The soldiers who came to deliver the documents were so frightened that they fled in a hurry, forgetting to even salute.
Elon tore at the transfer order fiercely, as if as long as it did not exist, what was written on it would not happen. When the document was completely turned into crumbs on the ground, he calmed down a little, and a sadness suddenly surged in his heart.
He knew that others were secretly laughing at him and saying that he had no ability. He is not worthy to be Xiao Tianjian's son. But what do they know? ! ! !
He is Xiao Tianjian's real and legal son. Whether it is those illegitimate children or the wild grandson who jumped out of nowhere, who has a nobler bloodline than him? ! He is the true heir to his father's property and power! Those honors should go to him!
Say he has no ability? His father left when he was three years old. He received an orthodox aristocratic education. If he was incompetent, those who laughed at him would be even less qualified to say so.
But...compared to Anlong, who was personally taught by his father, he knew that he was better at swordsmanship. It's not as good as the other party. But is this his fault? ! If his father would stay and teach him. He believes he will do better! Sometimes, he even gets jealous of his own son. If only my father had treated Bevin the same way. Teach him patiently, and today he has become the number one master in East!
Who caused all this? It's that Anlong and his mother!
Elon kicked the chair away violently. Breathing heavily. He told himself in his heart that he was Xiao Tianjian's real son. As for An Long, he would never admit that he was his brother!
His brother Anlong, who was not recognized by him, was now in front of the Qidun Military Arms, shouting loudly in the wind and snow, instructing the soldiers to load bundles of arrows onto the carriage, preparing to send them to Xiko tomorrow.
The cold wind penetrated his neck. He tightened the cloak in his hands, stamped his feet, and exhaled a puff of white air.
The adjutant lowered his head and rushed towards him and reported: "Captain, it has been loaded. A total of sixteen thousand guns and twenty carts."
"Very good!" An Long shouted loudly, "Remember to cover it with thick linen cloth, and send a few more people to guard it tonight, so there won't be any problems!"
"Yes!" The adjutant ran back again against the wind and snow. Anlong rubbed his hands and planned to visit the soldiers' camp again. Suddenly a soldier ran over and shouted to him: "Captain, someone is looking for you!"
"Didn't I say goodbye?!" Anlong was a little impatient. People he had met in Qidian, including local officials and colleagues from the Cavaliers, rushed to invite him to be a guest, but he had such responsibilities, how could he do this? idle? He politely refused and promised to visit in the future, so why did anyone still come
"I'm not asking you to be a guest, they said they are your family members!"
An Long was startled. He followed the soldier's hand and saw a girl's figure waving to him not far away. It was his daughter Ming Na. There was an unknown young man standing next to him. He looked back. , that one wearing a big crimson velvet cloak, who is it if it’s not his wife Dora
(I’m a little short today. I’m sorry. I just feel really uncomfortable and can only write so much.)