After sitting at the desk like this for a few minutes, the butler John respectfully called Rody to the luncheon. This kind of thing is a great honor for ordinary people, but Roddy was worried about the future of the kingdom. But in a bad mood, he followed John to the dining room without a smile at all. Anyone could see the worry on his brows, which made the butler feel nervous: How can this young man who saved the master look at him? Still so depressed? Isn't the battle over
Naturally, no one would know what Rody was worried about at this time. When he entered the restaurant along the ornately decorated corridor, what he felt head-on was the warm atmosphere unique to peacetime... Although there have been bloody and violent incidents one after another recently. , but when everything calms down, no one will regard such an incident as a "catastrophe", they will only think that it is "small wind and small waves".
Rubens who greeted himself, Angmar who stroked his beard and smiled, two knights in military uniform with vigilant eyes, Sally in a dress and long skirt—even Soderol, Ruger and Carter who were sitting with them, they They didn't realize what kind of storm this country was going to face next... because everything was beyond their imagination.
"call"
Rody breathed a sigh of relief, but he also understood that all his plans could not be accomplished overnight, so when he adjusted his state, he finally showed a polite smile, sat down after saluting safely, and participated in the luncheon with the most peaceful attitude among.
After a few days, the atmosphere of the luncheon was completely different from last time. The main reason is that Rubens' attitude towards Rody is no longer indifferent or disdainful—Roddy also admires this winner. The bishop who can afford to let go, although the old man's attitude has lost the original reserve, he has no intention of flattering or flattering, but treats Roddy as a "friend" worthy of recognition.
This meal is also a "farewell meal". If there is no accident, Rubens will lead the team back to the "Holy Temple" tomorrow, and this also means that Sally will also follow the bishop to leave this place. City, and will not return until two years later.
Under such a premise, no one at the wine table mentioned what happened yesterday. They all drank and ate in a friendly manner, and said something to make Miss Sally pay attention to her body or take care of herself. At first, the daughter of the duke was still smiling. She replied, but when her father Angmar asked, Sally finally shed tears—after all, her father’s health had just recovered after all these years, and she was about to leave her hometown, and the reluctance in her heart was still hard to hide.
"If conditions permit, write to here."
Luo Di couldn't say anything else. Remembering that he had to call home every two days when he was in college, he couldn't help feeling that communication was inconvenient in this era.
In addition to these, after a solid meal, Angmar directly led a group of people to the rear school yard of the Duke's Mansion, and directly ordered the scout team to line up, and under the witness of Rubens, gave a brief but solemn "teaching" "Honoring Ceremony"—Although there were no other bystanders, all the scouts...even Roddy understood that the honor of being witnessed by a "Rosate Cross" bishop was on the contrary compared to those illiterate The commoners of the country will come more.
The long sword tapped Sodlore's shoulder, and the Duke of Angmar conferred the title of "Baron" on this descendant of a down-and-out nobleman, and at the same time solemnly awarded a territory belonging to the Luciferon family to Sodlore . In addition, more than 40 additional servants were dispatched, as well as armaments enough to arm 50 people, 5,000 finely minted silver coins, some food supplies, etc. Needless to say, this was all because of Regarding the "preferential treatment" in Rody's face, Rody also lamented in his heart that the old duke's way of dealing with people is indeed brilliant.
The scouts of Nolan Village canceled their original positions and directly merged into Baron Soderol's territory sequence, becoming the first batch of troops. It's his own business.
After such a ceremony, Suo Deluoer had a brief chat with Rody. His attitude could not be called very happy or excited. Obviously, he was still a little worried about Rody's shirk of the title. After talking to him a few words, the newly promoted baron raised his eyebrows, and immediately called Ruger and others to find Wellington.
Sally returned to the room under the escort of Titus. When the people were almost gone, the lively atmosphere at the dinner table before was much deserted among Rody, Rubens, and Angmar. The two always kept smiling. The old man's face darkened slightly, obviously he had something to say.
"The study speaks."
Angmar directly led Rody and Rubens into the study, which also meant that Roddy had finally been approved by the duke—but at this time he was not in any excitement, because after the servants all retired, he He directly saw the two pieces of parchment handed to him by the bishop.
"What was found on the undead assassin was a secret letter."
Rubens sat on the armchair beside him, sighed while speaking with a dignified expression, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen a little, "The temple guards cooperated with the city defense army, and they couldn't even catch up with that guy's shadow. I don't know what that guy's name is, but it's really..."
It was frustrating to feel helpless when encountering such a powerful enemy, but Rody didn't express much, just nodded, silently looking at the deciphered content of the secret letter on the parchment.
"By the way, he left some things behind, which you should need."
Angmar next to him reached out and moved a box, and opened it with a "click". Rody, who was deciphering the parchment, looked up and saw a short bow, a ring and a wristband inside. Said, it must have been left behind by [Blightcaller] Magda—if it was in the past, Rody would have rushed to check the attributes of these equipments at the first time, but at this time he frowned because of the contents of the secret letter , looked directly at these powerful equipment, then continued to read the letter calmly.
The Duke of Angmar slightly raised his eyebrows, feeling inexplicably... Roddy seemed to have become more restrained and calm.
Rubens frowned at the side and said nothing. To be honest, he was also worried about encountering such a level of undead. Others saw that he had won, but the undead platooned such a powerful assassin to assassinate the great lord. The meaning behind this was difficult to fathom. Reporting the news back to the "Temple" may cause quite a stir.
And when his eyes turned to Rody in front of him, that worry turned into a little appreciation... He himself is very happy to make friends with people with ability, strength and brains, but Roddy just tactfully refused to join him at the dinner table. Naturally, Rubens felt a little regretful about the sect's invitation.
The three of them were silent with each other's thoughts, and Rody didn't speak at all. The short bow exuding faint blue was lying quietly in the box. After two or three minutes passed like this, Roddy opened his mouth and broke it. This stagnation—
"Generally understand some information... Generally speaking, the city of Houllier is safe."
He didn't raise his eyes, and he lowered his head when he spoke. His voice was calm, but he also showed a little tiredness. Maybe it was because of his previous injuries, or... the psychological pressure that others couldn't understand.
"He won't come back?"
This was a concern of Rubens. He specially left two priests and two teams of temple guards to assist the Duke's defense work. Although he knew that it would be useless if that kind of enemy came to him again, this was an attitude after all.
"I can't even assassinate when I come back. The ranger has his arm disabled, so he is basically a waste. Now he can't do anything."
Luo Di shook his head, but immediately shook the parchment in his hand, "But it doesn't mean that he won't come back... The recovery ability of the undead is very slow, and if he uses normal methods, his ten-year rest is easy." , but if a pharmacist or something comes to help..."
"Pharmacist? Could it be possible to repair limbs?"
Both Angmar and Rubens found it unbelievable. After all, creatures like undead are unreasonable. It sounds weird to have a new arm attached to it.
"If it's a high-level pharmacist, I'm afraid it's not too difficult. Maybe it will take three to half a year to recover. The bad news is that he is likely to get such a pharmacist in the territory of Efta. A pharmacist's help."
Afterwards, he briefly introduced the identities of Derby, Magda, and Ansardin. As he said, a bold plan gradually emerged in his heart...
"That is to say, the focus of the search should now be on Kieg Town? No..."
Angmar narrowed his eyes and fell silent after speaking halfway through.
Rubens next to him also had an ugly face. To ordinary people, it seemed that as long as the Duke sent people to search, there would be nowhere for any undead to hide—but the two old people could understand the actual situation... Even if Magda and that The man named Ansadin is moving under their noses, I am afraid they will not be able to detect any clues even though they have tried their best
The town of Kig belongs to the Viscount of Telanca, and the Duke has no right to send troops directly to search it. If he forces his way in and strengthens surveillance, let alone how the Viscount negotiated with him, Magda can escape without losing half of his body. How could the powerful undead who went to the city be so stupid as to be exposed
Ordered Viscount Telanka to monitor? Even less reliable.
In this era, the great lords only have the "right to tax" and "right to conscription" to their nobles. It is better to expect Magda to bump into Ansadin to death if they expect these nobles to do things for them.
Thinking of this, even the high-ranking Angmar couldn't help sighing... He was completely passive, seemingly out of danger, but with such a threat, who could sleep peacefully