While passing through the courtyard, Bresson saw the palm-sized leaves of Golan-Elson’s Four Seasons Tree falling to the ground. In Eruin’s legend, each leaf of the Four Seasons Tree was accompanied by the heroic spirits of the war dead. Therefore, such trees are often planted in military camps to symbolize that the soul of soldiers is always present.
Looking at the leaves, he couldn't help but think of the faces of his companions who died in the war. So that for a while, even the words of his father, the Municipal Councilor of Bragg, Sir Habchi, were a little deaf to his ears.
"When the above awards are put down this time, I will give you activities again to see if I can transfer you back to Braggs. Do you want to go to the security cavalry? I can still speak in the city hall."
"If you want to stay in the garrison, there is nothing you can do. The patrol on Needle Grove Avenue is also not full. But they belong to Anzek's establishment, which may be a little harder."
"Actually, my idea is to come to the House of Nobles to find a stable position after you are officially named a knight, Bresson?"
Breson responded.
"By the way, what do you think?" Sir Habchi looked at his young and energetic son and couldn't help sighing. This son has almost the same personality as when he was young, confident, but too proud. Sometimes this is not a bad thing, but it’s not necessarily a good thing either—
Among the mottoes passed down by the nobles, being too proud makes it easy to be frustrated.
Sir Habchi is sixty-two years old this year, and he is considered a prime man in Warnd, but he is also a little older. Silky silver hair sticks out from the meticulous hairstyle, whitening her temples. When he was young, he was also a well-known radical in Golan-Elson South, but he became more conservative and smooth as he got older.
Sir Habchi wore a blue coat like a councillor that hung down to the ground. Inside was a white buttoned waistcoat and black breeches. With a cane in one hand, he looked at his only son with a cordial look.
Breson glanced at his father. Answered: "I think I might go to the Bastar Royal Cavalry Academy."
"What?" Sir Habchi was taken aback.
"I got news from Walter. There are four places in total. The security team may recommend me. The Whitemane Legion also has ideas, but my father, don't go to the noble side to talk about this." Bresson He replied that Walter he said was the deputy commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry. He was only twenty-three years old this year. He was in this position under the protection of his father's generation-he had a close relationship with him.
"The news is so tightly blocked, those army ruffians, the House of Nobles has no rumors at all. But such awards shouldn't be interfered with by the royal family. Is there anything wrong?" Sir Habch frowned. Asked.
"It's hard to say, but I made up my mind this time." Breson replied.
"Alright, learn more. But you have to remember that the political views of our Wakefield family have always been partial. When you arrive at the Royal College, don't conflict with the Royal Party. Of course, you don't have to worry about them too much." Jazz thought for a while and changed his decision temporarily.
Breson looked at the direction of the courtyard and replied, "Who cares about a small fish."
"I don't like to hear you. Everyone in the Wickerfield family is a hero. Your grandfather was the speaker of the Bragg House of Nobles. When I was young, I was also famous in the south of Golan-Elson. You are my son. , Of course not inferior to this." Sir Habchi rebuked.
Breson had no expression on his face. But the two father and son suddenly stopped talking and saw a young man approaching. The visitor was wearing a dark blue military uniform with a 32-year-old cavalry sword on his belt, and his long silver hair fell straight over his shoulders. He squeezed. With lips, there is some feminine beauty in her face.
"Sergeant Major Test."
"Viscount Tester." Sir Habchi hurriedly pulled his son aside and greeted him.
The man called Viscount Tester was taken aback. He raised his head and looked at the old and the young with eyes like amethyst, nodded and was about to pass. But his gaze fell on Bresson, he stopped suddenly, smiled, and then went past them and continued to move forward.
"Strange?" Sir Habchi watched the young man walk away and couldn't help but mutter to himself.
"What's the matter?" Breson asked.
"Isn't this kid the illegitimate son of the grand prince, who always looks above the top, why does it seem a bit abnormal today?" Sir Habchi replied.
Brayson turned his head and glanced at the other person's back without answering, but when he turned his head again, his face looked thoughtful.
…
When Test pushed open the gate of the command post of the Silver Winged Cavalry, Viscount Magske, the commander of the Silver Winged Cavalry, was staring at the three wide French arches in the office in a daze. The white-headed middle-aged man heard the sound of opening the door. , Looking back, only relaxed when he saw Tester.
He picked up the pipe and pointed it to one side, pointed out the seat for the other person, laughed and said, "You didn't come very quickly, Sergeant Major."
"Because I'm going to disperse those troublesome boys." The silver-haired man smiled slightly and replied after sitting down.
Just like those rumors outside, Tester is the illegitimate son of Grand Duke Golan-Elson, but his mother is a Sioux, a legendary group of people of silver lost, so he also thinks he is flowing The blood of silver. However, unlike the young man's seemingly indifferent and above-the-top personality, this Tester has a rather shrewd side in the post, otherwise he would not become a backbone member of All Things One.
It's just this relationship, and only the two people in person will know it.
"So you see those people?" Magske asked.
Teste nodded.
The young man leaned back slightly, and replied with a nice and leisurely gesture: "A young man and that red-bearded Bartom are both powerful little shrimps in the middle and lower reaches of the black iron. There is nothing worth noting, but the surprise is Among them is a Buche militia. Regardless of me, my lord, you must have received the news earlier than me, right?"
Magske put the pipe aside: "That girl is Freya. She is designated as one of the four places. What do you think?"
"Interesting." Teste smiled: "You don't want to tell me that she is the illegitimate daughter of someone above?"
"Come on, what does that have to do with us." Magske replied: "It's just that these people will be ruled out of suspicion. It was one person who killed'Tor', so at least it should be black. Iron upstream or even silver strength?"
"I don't know what about the bronze dragon Reto." After sitting down, the head of the Silver Winged Cavalry Regiment replied casually: "I heard that the people of the'Silver Pigeon' were furious about this, and accused us of why we didn't assign that idiot. A swordsman of silver or gold."
The young man sneered: "It's just a stand-in. It will not be too late to really replace the famous'Wolf Sir'. There is no need for waste in the organization. In fact, I have always suspected that Overwell might have noticed some clues that night. NS."
Magske nodded.
"In addition, my people got news when investigating the refugees. There was a riot in Ridenburg that night, and the location should be in the Noble House and Yusongbao. It’s just what happened that night, maybe only those nobles. I will know." Teste shrugged: "Unfortunately, those idiots lost their lives all by themselves."
Magske asked: "Look, what does Luc Besson know?"
"The tiger knows it and won't speak, he and us are not the same." Tester said in a pun.
"Indeed, no matter from the perspective of the Whitemane Legion, or from our point of view, that guy is an outlier." Magske replied.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Didn't you be responsible for this matter internally? Instead, you came to ask me what to do? Sergeant Chief, you are a bit out of compliance?" The cavalry commander was startled, and then laughed.
But Test shook his head: "No, you are in charge of it now. I am here to hand over related matters on the one hand, and to ask you for a leave on the other-as the Sergeant Major of the Whitemane Legion. "
"how?"
"The Lion Heart Sword has fallen."
McGesk was startled slightly: "How did they get the news so quickly?"
Tester smiled slightly, but didn't answer.
…
After leaving Freya in the barracks of the Blades of Cavalry, Brando met the long-awaited Tamar at the appointed place outside the Braggs'Lagonbun' market.
The future alchemist might not have expected him to be the number one person in Madara in another period of history, but at this time he was wearing a weird plaid robe standing outside the market in June and July. Under the sun, when I saw Brando, he showed a respectful look as always.
"My lord, what you want is ready." Tamar carried a heavy backpack, pulled her son, and stood respectfully on Brando's side.
His respect is not because Brando is a noble master, but because he respects the savior. However, his son did not have this restraint, but looked at Brando with an admiring expression. Few children who came out of the refugees did not admire the knight.
"Did you buy it?" Brando was taken aback. He really didn't expect that authentic alchemy utensils made of elves could be bought at the Braggs-like market. He asked Tamar to take a look, but he just mentioned it casually, anyway, the refined alchemy utensils produced by the merchants in Freeport Ampersel could barely be used.
Tamar glanced at the young knight and replied, "I rented it from the local alchemy guild, and they asked for two thousand Thor."
This is the answer of the future alchemist, but it is inevitable in his heart that the general alchemy needs such superior conditions. He used only a set of second-hand alchemy utensils when he was in the House of Nobles. This knight is good at everything, but he spends too much money.
Brando patted his forehead, he had forgotten this, but it would be better if he could buy it. Anyway, after waiting for this period of time, he should not be too short of money.
But unlike Tamar's idea, he also had his own plans.
He wants to refine a set of 15 (Oz) tree spirit venom-tempered daggers and a set of 32 (Oz) cursed crossbow arrows. Although he now has some basic strengths, he does not have a hidden killer. Not in line with his style.
Poisoned daggers can be sold to those nobles. The tree spirit venom is colorless and invisible. Those who die from poisoning will be a sign of sudden illness and death. For people below the strength of Black Iron, this is undoubtedly the best auxiliary means of conspiracy.
The Cursed Crossbow is known as a necessary magic weapon for low-level characters to kill and arson, and of course it is Brando's first choice for personal use. This kind of crossbow arrow has a certain chance to hit the enemy with curses such as exhaustion, weakness, and increased damage. Although it is easy to resist at advanced levels, its effect on enemies below the upper reaches of the silver is very obvious.
The only shortcoming of this thing is that the materials are too valuable. The souls of corpse witches of intermediate level and above are difficult to obtain at level 40 and below. This time, Brando is only for the blessing of the waste nobles in Lidenberg.
Of course, refining 35 (Oz) equipment requires up to level 8 alchemy, which is no small trouble for Brando.
But fortunately, God bless you, the alchemy utensils of the wizard craft you started with are +1 level alchemy level, and if you have a professional alchemist to assist you, you can also get +1 level. Rent another enchanted alchemy workshop, just 8th level, basically enough.