The young man did not move, but the black-armored knights got up and chased in that direction. Sir Rothburn pulled his collar and seemed to want to follow, but the young man beside him grabbed his arm:
"You can't go."
"Let her run away and it will be a big trouble!"
"She can't run away, calm down, my friend, that little girl has at best the strength of the Dark Iron rank. If those Banciarian knights are of little use, at least they won't be able to handle this little thing. "
Rosborn thought about it, and then he calmed down: "You are right, get ready. I will accompany you to the square."
The young man smiled slightly.
"Although I don't know how sacred this Mr. Earl is, he is proud of him. I actually want to act as a mortal myself."
He tilted his head: "This feeling is a bit strange to be honest."
"This is not a simple human being. Be careful. He is quite close to William and Tulaman."
"What should be worried is those gray wizards. I heard that the fortress designed and built by mortals has some unique features."
Rosburn heard the teasing in this Bougainvillea, and couldn't help but smile.
A fortress that mortals are proud of, that's really a joke.
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The square outside the main entrance of Fir Tree Castle has long been crowded, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger. There is already a thick layer of snow on the knight statue above the fountain in the center of the square, like a thick cushion on the bronze shoulders and the long tassels of the helmet. Also stained white.
In the nearby bars, people squeezed towards the window, and there was no sound on the square in Nuo Da, and everyone seemed to be waiting for someone to appear.
Hainf sat by the window of the bar, staring at the snowflakes that were melting into water on the mullions.
He felt as if he had been in bad luck since bidding farewell to the master wizard-first he didn't find his brother, and the female officer of Fir Castle told him that Mr. Clin Montolo had moved out for several days. The fir collar was so big, of course he couldn't find it bit by bit.
To make matters worse, the north avenue to Pallas and Jean Denel was congested by the rebels. Before he left Eruin, everything was intact. He was extremely worried that he was still in Frada-Pace’s father. , But to no avail.
After all, even if the rebels did not encircle the Fortress of Paris, as a new noble close to the royal family, he has nowhere to go at this moment.
Perhaps we can only wait for the end of the war, but the prospects are also bleak.
Even the princess was trapped so that there was no news of Dnell, and several of Earl Tonigel's capable men-including the lady of staff, were not in the firs collar at this moment.
For a while, this young man felt a little desperate. He thought that he had encouraged Rolint when he was in Sarnan, but he didn't expect that the situation of the two fell one by one so quickly.
Depressed, he could only find a bar casually to drink sullen wine here, while thinking about his future plans. All in all, he must first confirm his father's whereabouts. If he is really killed in Vlada, then he must find a way to take his brother away.
If the princess can reinvigorate her in the future, she should give his family a place, right
Just as Huinf was about to get drunk, there was news about the Lord Earl.
As if from that moment, he began to transfer.
He found that he seemed to have chosen a wise position-in just a quarter of an hour, there were several groups of people who wanted to'spend a lot of money' to exchange his position.
Among them was a fiery female swordsman who boldly cast a wink at him.
However, after a painful decision, the young man categorically refused—it was the first time he himself could see the hero he admired up close.
"Mr. Petty, is this all right?" The female swordsman who claimed to be Claudia sat beside him reluctantly, huddled with him, and said in a hoarse voice in his ear. .
"Miss Claudia..."
Although the female swordsman is only average in appearance and wears thick leather armor, she can hardly hide her fiery figure. Huinf only felt dry and dry. He was not an unemployed first-time brother, but this was a bit too much.
"Don't mind," the female swordsman interrupted him with a smile: "It looks like you are not a native of Tonigel, and you are also interested in the Lord Earl?"
"Aren't you a local?" Hainf stammered.
"Don't you know? I'm a mercenary. In Tonigel, there are no mercenaries who don't respect the Lord Earl. The battle he led at Firwood was for us."
Seeing the female swordsman's admiration look, Hainf couldn't help being a little bit stunned: "But didn't the fir-tree collar expelled many mercenaries and adventurers?"
"Those notorious guys, how many do you think normal people would welcome them? Tonigel did this, but I clapped and cheered." Claudia replied disapprovingly.
Huinf suddenly nodded silently.
There was a commotion among the crowd at this time. Hainf also saw a group of horses and horses appearing in the direction of Fir Castle, and more than a dozen black-armored knights came out from the gate behind the suspension bridge surrounded by some people.
"Lord Lord is out!"
Someone in the crowd yelled.
Hainf became excited for a moment, and even forgot the fragrant scenery around him. He grabbed the window lattice and almost leaned out to see exactly what the legendary Lord Earl was like.
The crowd was also excited, and the whispering discussions seemed to quiet down suddenly, and then people spontaneously recited the word of mouth name and honorific, and the humming voices gathered into a torrent:
"Earl Tonigel."
"The descendant of the sword sage Darus."
"Our lord."
It seems that just such a title can eliminate all their anxiety and fear in the past few days.
That is the pride of the Tonigel people. This pride makes them understand that as long as its owner has not left them, then all the predicaments of today will be in the past.
Become the memory of yesterday—
"Lord Lord!"
"Lord Lord!"
The spontaneous shouts are like a mountain whistling a tsunami, one after another.
Hainf himself felt enthusiastic, as if all difficulties were gone, that Lord Earl was naturally invincible, so what did the Bujas count in front of him
He also joined the call.
But the female swordsman asked in his ear: "Have you seen the Lord Earl?"
"Ah, it's not." Huinf was slightly excited, "but I've heard every rumor about him that he is the greatest knight of our kingdom in this era—"
"Yes," the female swordsman also cast her gaze in that direction: "I only saw him from afar once a year ago. Lord Earl is a very special nobleman."
The young man rode on a highland horse produced by Golan-Elson, enjoying the chants of everyone indifferently.
"I'm a little surprised," he turned around and said to Sir Rossburn, "this mortal enjoys such a high reputation here. He must be a guy who is good at bewitching people."
"Mortals regard this as a kind of power." Rothben replied with a cold face: "That's why there are so many people who cheat the world, but they don't understand what real power is."
The young man only smiled and shook his head.
Klin dragged Rollint forward among the enthusiastic crowd, trying to get closer to the Lord Earl, but doing so was a little futile. Brando shook his head helplessly, and reached out his hand, an invisible force separated the crowd. , So that they can continue to move forward.
The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the sky is all white.
Brando is not as excited as the two teenagers, he has put on his hood silently, Akane also pulled up the gray hood when he saw it, and stood behind him.
Both saw Earl Tonigel in the distance.
"My lord, do you want to squeeze in?" Albert frowned: "That guy must be a fake!"
"Of course he is a fake." Qian irritably gave Albert a violent shudder: "Does this still need you to speak?"
"Sister, I..." Albert felt that he was wronged. He didn't know if it was because the lord was angry, and he didn't speak for the enemy.
"Why Miss Yuta is also over there," Akane frowned and whispered, "Is she cheated, or is she under some coercion?"
"That's not her."
Brando shook his head.
His face sank, and he turned his head and said to Albert and the others: "Albert, you take the gray wolf mercenary group to Fir Castle first, but don't act rashly. If there is an enemy, you should find out the Fir Castle first. What happened, what happened to Miss Yuta."
"My lord, leave it to me." Albert nodded immediately, whistling, and the other members of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group immediately turned and left in the other direction.
"Am I going too?" Qian tightened the halberd in her hand and couldn't help asking.
"No," Brando shook his head: "Let's wait a while and see what this guy wants to do."
He raised his head, looking sullenly in the direction of Fir Castle.
He must first determine which of the enemies behind him are. The fact that the other party can go deep into Tonigel to perform such a performance is definitely not just as simple as only the local nobles in the South.
Rollint and Klin among the crowd in front shivered subconsciously.
"What's wrong?"
"Why didn't the wizard follow?" Klin touched his neck, looked a little strangely behind and said, "Isn't he with you?"
"Leave him alone," Rolint figured out whether to escape, but after thinking about it, he gave up his futile plan: "He is a weird guy."
Klin shrugged, "Let's go faster, this place is very close to the Lord Earl, my God, I'm pretty good at talking now, look at those guys who dare to pretend to be seniority in front of me."
Rollint sneered at the little guy's mentality in his heart, but he himself was a little excited. Although the things in the north were very annoying for him, at least that was not the thing right now, was it
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