"It's unusually quiet here," Gale said. The afternoon sun fell on the dead leaves, and the surrounding woods kept changing light: "Sir."
"There is such a legend among the mountain people that there is a very different and quiet place in the forest, because the goddess of the lake is watching. In such a place, you must not turn your head easily." Said Tyris, the viscount's pale and thin hands. On the hilt, his gaze cast his eyes into the woods—there was a path through which beasts walked.
"My lord, you laughed," Gail was a little horrified, and he glanced around. There really seems to be a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows: "Chaos is above, the gods are nothing but vain."
"No, Gail," Tyris replied, "I think the gods are real."
Gail looked at the young viscount as if he wanted to see the source of these heretics from the other's kind eyes. Tester is the holy son of the unity of all things. The person who can choose this position must be selected through the upper layers. Whether it is wisdom, talent or loyalty to the doctrine, they are the best in a million, even though they usually have a personality. Some are fickle, but still people can't believe it will say such a sentence.
"If there are gods," Gale replied, "then what we do is not blasphemous?"
Tyris looked at him with a look in his eyes as if mocking the young knight's weakness. "If there are gods," he said, "are they necessarily correct, I don't think so?"
Gail was speechless, only then did he realize the difference between himself and the other party.
The young viscount turned his head, and at the edge of the forest, the knights finally dragged the boat from the small water bay to shore. "Get on the road," he snapped his fingers. "In such a place, maybe you will encounter something like ghosts at night. Although it is not a threat, it is troublesome." He held the hilt of the sword and the corner of the gray cloth robe with one hand. Sweep on the ground, turned and walked forward.
Gale followed closely behind.
Not long afterwards, a knight chased up, "My lord, the third, fourth, fifth, and seventh teams have all arrived," the visitor whispered: "We have received a signal from the north. Apart from us, everyone else They all landed on the north side. As for the other teams, none of them seemed to be able to pass through the fog outside."
Teste looked at the scenery in the forest with interest, as if the changing light from the woodland poured into his narrow eyes and softened. "So," he said, "A total of thirty-seven of us have arrived, right?"
The knight nodded.
"Thirty-seven silver ranks, plus me," he pointed to himself: "It should be enough to deal with a knight of the lake, if the intelligence is correct—"
Gal did not answer.
Everyone's footsteps rustled in the forest, and Viscount Tester turned his head. Gail's hand was always firmly on the handle of his long sword, and the sound in his nose hissed, "How big is this island," he asked, "My lord?"
"Are you scared?" Tester asked, "Gail, the fisherman said, the knight of the lake will not appear outside the Saint White Mountain."
Gal took a breath and let go stiffly. "I'm sorry, my lord."
Teste smiled kindly.
A group of people walked through the forest and met their companions to the north. They had time to reach under the holy white rock before the afternoon sun set, and the afterglow fell on the white stone wall, which was dazzling. The young Viscount put his hand on the rock wall in front of everyone, his slender fingers stroked the bumpy surface along the rock, and the rough touch echoed a sense of historical heaviness.
The heavy feeling is like looking back thousands of years ago, the king came here with a sword, quietly sleeping in this forest.
"There is a king sleeping in it," he said, "Do you know who it is?"
"Eke?" Gail asked.
"No," Teste shook his head: "It's not him." He answered inexplicably, then dropped his hand and walked along the stone wall. It didn't take long for them to discover a depression leading to the inside of the rock. Passing through that cave, there is an emerald-colored forest behind it, which local mountain people call the "Dream Forest". The young Viscount stopped and asked, "Is this this place?"
"Yes, my lord," the knight behind him replied, "the intelligence said that the knight of the lake was hovering in the forest behind him."
"So are your weapons ready?"
Everyone patted their sabers on their waists.
Viscount Teste nodded in satisfaction: "If this is the case, then come with me."
"Chaos is up!" the knights responded.
…
Brando sat in front of the walnut desk, and suddenly felt the sage slab in his arms tremble slightly. Here again? He was startled slightly. But for a while, the young man simply put down the quill in his hand, reached out and took the thing out of his arms, and then laid it flat on the table—next to the spread letter paper. The sage slate quivered slightly, and suddenly seemed to have life on the wooden table.
But after a while, it calmed down again.
not moving at all.
"What's wrong," Antitina asked, and she blinked her eyes slightly: "Lord Lord." She sat quietly on a noble high-back chair next to Brando, against the sunlight outside the window— The sitting posture is upright and elegant, and the neck is slender and graceful like a swan. Brando turned his head to look at her, lost in a moment.
"It's nothing," he said, pushing the slate gently with his hand—but nothing happened. "About another low-frequency resonance," Brando thought for a moment: "Something that happened recently." Having said that, he opened the drawer and put the slate in it. Then he drew the quill from the ink bottle, but because his thoughts were interrupted, he didn't know where to start.
Brando rubbed his forehead with a headache.
"Are you writing to Miss Freya?" The noble girl glanced at the letter paper on the table.
"Yeah, headache." Brando replied, "Although Grudin was killed, the real trouble has just begun." He raised his head again: "You said, Antitina, how are we going to deal with it? Earl Dernell?"
Antitina raised her eyes and gave him a slightly angry look. "I thought you had a way, my lord," she replied, "Why didn't you ask my opinion when you went your own way."
"If I give up," Brando smiled, "You will feel relieved?"
The noble daughter turned her head back and simply kept silent.
"Tsundere." Brando thought to himself. He poked the paper with the tip of a quill pen and asked, "Speaking of which, what do you mean by the head of the mercenary?"
"On the surface."
"I don't see it," Brando shook his head, "I understand that you have complaints in your heart, but you and I know that you are not an unscrupulous person, let alone speak so much in front of an outsider." He He picked up the parchment, crumpled it into a ball and threw it out of the window, "Isn't it smart, Antitina; I'm so lucky to have a subordinate like you—"
Antitina turned her head to look at him, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes.
"Because I thought that Lord Lord would subdue those mercenaries," she replied, "I will be good at advocating."
"So don't blame me?" Brando breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God."
"I never blamed it," the aristocratic girl smiled slightly, "I was just being left behind, there was some anger." She frowned: "It is not so much that I am more worried about not being able to keep up with you, the lord. I don't I know, maybe there is something deeply ingrained that will make me go further and further."
Brando smiled, thinking that he wouldn't be too far wrong if he had the heart-but he didn't say it-but took out a new piece of letter paper. "So do you have any ideas," he asked, "Miss staff?"
Antitina nodded. "Almost," she said, "the adults and soldiers are in danger. I am afraid that ordinary methods will not be able to resolve the next danger. However, when it comes to the struggle between the nobles, the struggle between the nobles is nothing more than a reduction of strength and leverage. First of all, it depends on what we can do. We can’t find any backers, but the traditional ones may not work. Our foundation is still shallow, and others will not risk offending Earl Dernell to accept it; on the contrary, we can consider his enemies, but not to mention our own weight is too small, And what she did has challenged the rules of the game—" She was a little embarrassed, and thought for a while: "The rest are the more unreasonable choices. For example, the Southern Army, Madara is not unthinkable—"
Brando shook his hand. "Never mind Madara," he replied, "Tell me to see the Southern Army."
"Let Count Denell and Madara make an alliance, probably will not exceed these few reasons," Antitina replied, "One is to use Madara's hand to weaken the Southern Legion; the other is probably to let it suppress. Let the power of the mountain people in Denell, have you noticed, my lord? Madara’s undead army has not crossed the Lake of the Goddess Thunder Pond so far. According to the news from the outside, the area where they are most active is also in the mountain people. Within the autonomous region of the South." She said: "In this way, the Southern Army is isolated and helpless. I am afraid that I will hate Earl Jean Dnell, who has ignored them. However, the areas where the Southern Army is stationed are mostly barren and barren. Land, or in the mountains and forests, the biggest problem they face is the lack of supplies. And if we can form an offensive and defensive alliance with them, not to mention confrontation with Lord Dnell, we can at least guarantee no worries behind them."
"You mean Madara?"
The noble girl nodded.
"The way is a good way," Brando used a quill pen to draw meaninglessly on the parchment, his eyes focused a little outside the window, as if thinking about something. "It's just that the Southern Legion has been stuck in the quagmire, fighting Madara. After that, contact with the outside world has long been severed. Even if the system still exists, it is a problem. Even if it exists, how to contact them is another problem." His pen tip stopped and he took a breath, "We can't hope. Because of luck, this method can only be used as a backup consideration. I can send people to Glars Mountain, but until I get any definitive information, this is only a means of insurance."
He looked back: "Any other considerations?"
"How about the silver elves that the adults met? Can you help?" Antitina asked, "If you want to talk about taking advantage, they are the biggest help—"