"Then I will go back first, Mr. Kent."
"Go, be careful on the road, it's not that safe outside right now."
Old Kent shook his head and watched Seti's figure disappear into the twilight outside the hotel before closing the door and preparing to close. He has reached the age of years, and his hands and feet have become more and more awkward in recent years. He slowly turned around, but suddenly found that there was a person standing behind him. He was frightened and shivered, and then he realized that the other party was the one of those guests. Woman, he doesn't know what the other party's name is. She lived here with her companion three days ago. The beauty she possessed is naturally memorable, not to mention some regrettable faint scars on her almost perfect face. , Is even more impressive.
Old Kent didn't know if it was his own illusion. He just felt that the scar on the lady's face had faded a little after not seeing it in a day. He laughed at himself and wondered how this is possible. Maybe he really saw a ghost and had an illusion.
"Miss, do you have any orders?" Old Kent replied somewhat humbly. After a few days, he had faintly felt the tone and habit of the other party's stunned commandment. This feeling was that he was in the city with those noble ladies and lords. I've seen a lot of them, but how could an aristocratic lady come to live in a remote place like him? He doesn't want to think about this question-people with heads and heads may not live longer these years: "Everyone is hungry." , I want a supper or something else, there are some ingredients in the kitchen..."
"Is it called Seti, this girl." Delphine's mouth raised slightly, and her eyes passed through the maple window on the other side. Several sycamore leaves were hanging from the window, dyed in the red of sunset, in the wind. Slightly shaking. She stared at the direction where Seti's back disappeared in the twilight, and the setting sun was silently reflected in her purple eyes.
"Yeah, this is a poor girl. I heard that her brother was on the battlefield. Old Chris is not in good health. The care of the younger siblings and the work at home are all on her," Old Kent couldn't help but sighed and shook his head. : "Old Chris has a good daughter, but luck is too bad, the goddess of luck never pity the most unfortunate people."
"Doesn't she live here?"
"No, she has to go back every day, this is my privilege."
"Her brother is on the battlefield, is he in the east?"
"I don't know this well, miss, it's probably to the south."
"It's south." Delphine narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who is the one picking her up?"
"The one who picked her up?"
Old Kent was stunned.
"Perhaps," Delphine said with a smile, "It may also be that I read it wrong."
"what?"
"It's nothing, I mean you don't have to bother the elderly for supper or something. If there is a real need, I will naturally let Miss Seti help her when she is there."
"Martha is here, thank you for your kindness."
Old Kent couldn't help but glanced at this lady very gratefully. Such a kind and beautiful noble lady is rarely seen in Rustha now. "I hope Jin Yan can always follow her and take care of this kind lady. "He couldn't help thinking. And Delphine just smiled quietly.
…
Outside the hotel, a young man in a short shirt grabbed Seti's hand and dragged her to walk several tens of meters in the direction of the Holy Mercury Bridge. He did not stop until he was far away from the field of view of the Cat and the Beard. "What's the matter, Al?" Seti asked puzzledly. "Someone is watching you." The young man replied in a low voice.
"Surveillance? Me? How?" Seti couldn't help but look back at the direction of the hotel. Now it has become a small patch on the avenue: "Uncle Kent, he would never do that."
"That's someone else."
"You mean those guests?"
"Perhaps, you should be careful anyway, Seti." The young man turned around and looked at her to remind him seriously.
Seti couldn't help but smiled: "You are worried about the extra, Al, I and them are not in the same world, but thank you." She blushed and couldn't help being held tightly by the young man. Hand, feel the warmth in the palm of the hand has been conveyed to the heart. "Al, what can you do with me?"
"Don't forget the prayer meeting tonight."
"How come, is there something important, why is this mentioned suddenly?"
"The priests said that tonight is the most important day."
Seti was startled slightly, a bright gleam flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously held her breath and asked, "Do you want to... start?"
The young man nodded with a gloomy expression: "After today, there is something that looks good about that old witch. Sooner or later, I will personally avenge Peber!"
"Al, thank you." Seti replied softly, but she was a little disturbed: "But can we really do it?"
"Of course, have you forgotten what the old witch did? I heard that this damn country has been defeated recently. The defeat means that more troops are needed. Seti, Uncle Chris, he can no longer be on the battlefield. -"The young man does not have so much knowledge, but this does not prevent him from using the usual words of the priests-although he does not necessarily like those people, but he has to admit that the other party makes a lot of sense. They used to He couldn't see so far, and he always endured the suffering silently-these words seemed to ignite the flame in his heart, he pursed his lips, and the flames called revenge burned in the depths of his eyes.
Thinking of her elderly father, Seti couldn't help being silent. She also had two younger brothers and a younger sister. In any case, she had to stand up to protect this family.
"By the way, the chief priest Marian specifically mentioned you," the young man suddenly thought of something and changed his tone: "He asked me to tell you that you must not be absent tonight."
Seti was startled slightly, not understanding why she suddenly became important, but she immediately thought of those harsh rules, and understood that all she could do was obey: "I understand."
The two fell silent immediately, and they walked quietly on the trail on the Saint Mercury Bridge, watching the golden light left by the setting sun on the river. After a while, the young man spoke again: "Seti." His tone became soft and full of emotion.
"Um?"
"I always feel that those guys are not good people. When things are up, let's leave."
"But I still have a younger brother and younger sister, my father..."
"Let me take care of them," the young man interrupted her urgently: "We take them, take everyone, and leave here far away."
The last gleam of light was swallowed by the river, and only the clouds on the horizon were still burning.
Seti felt sweet in her heart. She held the opponent's hand with her backhand and nodded gently.
…
The innkeeper respectfully quit Delphine, then hobbled away. The prime minister's daughter stood by the window, took another look at the magnificent twilight on the avenue, smiled unpredictably, and turned upstairs.
In the room on the second floor, Brando is analyzing information. For a few days, it has come from the envoy of Antobro, from the Nazers, and from the nobles in the city that Faina and Delphine have contacted. All kinds of news gathered together, finally drawing a rough outline of what is happening in this city.
Medissa sat on a high-back chair with a serious look, and carefully recorded the information on parchment with a quill pen. Faina dictated softly on the side. After she finished writing, she took it. Get up and put it aside. Brando then sorted them up, stacked them on the desk, the last ray of sunlight on the desk was leaving reluctantly, and the window was already hazy.
He turned his head and saw the profile face of the silver elf princess. The last sunlight was falling on her forehead and chin. Under the interlaced light, the outline of the girl's face was covered with a thin layer of invisible fluff. , Looks very cute.
"Lord, it seems that the Silver Queen does not restrict the nobles imprisoned in Moss strictly. At least this letter can tell the clues..."
"Lord Lord?"
Metissa turned her head to see what he was looking at, her face flushed: "Lord Lord..."
Faina, who was on the side, stopped and looked over at the right time, and couldn't help frowning. Faced with the gazes of the two, Brando finally recovered, and coughed awkwardly: "That... I'm sorry, that's it."
"letter… ."
Brando recalled the letter mentioned by Medissa.
The owner of the letter is no stranger to him. It is the former commander of the Imperial Blue Legion, Faina’s mentor, and Ms. Veronica, who had a double bond with him in the ring of trade winds and the firs. The letter was sent by her trustee after she learned that Faina had used her relationship in the city to explore her and Duke Huaye.
Since Veronica didn’t know that he was already near the imperial capital, what the letter described to Faina was only the current situation of her and Grand Duke Malia in Moss Castle. They were treated generously in Moss Castle, except for being treated. In addition to restricting freedom, he did not receive harsh punishments as rumored outside, but from the lines, you can still see the anxious mood of the female legionnaire.
She mentioned in her letter several times that she was worried and uneasy about these recent moves by the Silver Queen. It can be seen that the female army commander did not stand on the opposite side of Her Majesty, she and Ludwig’s nobles. Standing together on the side of the eldest son of the emperor was just because she was not optimistic about the silver queen's choice, and she didn't want her majesty's crazy actions to bring the empire into an abyss that would never be restored.
Compared with the naked | naked interest entanglement between the northern aristocrats, the emotion contained in this letter is more acceptable to Brando. This is not understandable by egoists. It is a long-term vision and hope for the motherland. Those who can be stable and those who live at the bottom of the country can also enjoy the benefits of prosperity. This is a noble sentiment, not blind, but focusing on the future.
Although they belong to different countries, Brando can empathize with this desire. The difference is that he has personally experienced such a period of history, but Ms. Veronica can see the future with her own eyes.
It's a pity that at this moment the empire is deep in the abyss of war, but this female army commander is in a trap, even unable to protect herself.
He thought for a moment, and replied: "This shows that the Silver Queen has not made up his mind. Some of these nobles can be wooed, but she can't pull it out."
"If we lose at Fattan Port..." Medissa couldn't help but mention.
"Then it is the final conclusion of who will die and who will live," Brando took the conversation. "Fortunately, we won. Her Majesty the Queen has to find another opportunity to show her power and to be intimidating."
Faina looked a little dazed on the sidelines, she should have been worried-although the news from Moss Castle was the best news she had heard in these days, it did not mean that she could sit back and relax, the queen. His Majesty did not move his troops just because he was not completely sure. When Ludwig's situation was certain, the Mechotofin family would be like meat on a chopping board and would be slaughtered.
She would never imagine that her family was the part of the nobles that the moody Her Majesty the Queen could win over, because even if Duke Huaye rebelled unintentionally, their inexhaustible connection with the northern nobles was irrefutable.
Brando's words undoubtedly prove this point.
But at the moment, the eldest lady of Huaye Ling looked a little thoughtless. She looked at Brando and then at Metissa, the expression on her face was a little worried.
Brando didn't notice the abnormality of the eldest lady, and continued to ask: "Have the Nazers contacted?"
Metisa shook her head, and she put a piece of parchment in front of Brando: "This is a message from Princess Magdal. There is a place mentioned above."
"Where?"
"It's not a definite location, but the above mentioned that the Silver Queen Constance has been there twice in the past week... It's the tulip area."
The Eastern Front has just lost. At this time, the Silver Queen is obviously not in the mood to participate in garden activities, or to visit some irrelevant characters. At this time, she will find time to go to places. It is certainly not that simple, although it may just be Smoke bombs, but Brando couldn't help not paying attention.
He was about to look at the map when Faina finally couldn't help but speak:
"I know that place, Bu, Brando, there is the old prince's villa, the prince's younger brother, and the old residence of Prince Sirius."
Upon hearing this place name, Brando finally remembered this place: "Is it the prince who died in the holy war?"
"With his two sons." Faina added.
She stared at Brando and bit her lower lip.
Medisa looked strangely at the eldest lady with flower and leaf collar, and then at her lord, her silver eyes suddenly flashed with a clever color of enlightenment, and the corners of her small mouth curled up without a trace. , I couldn't help but feel a little interesting in my heart. But she didn't show any clues on her face, and continued solemnly: "There is another place near this old mansion, where there is heavily guarded, even if the envoy of Antobura passes through that neighborhood every day, it will be subject to strict interrogation—"
"Where is that place?" Brando frowned, wondering how it became more and more complicated, is it possible that Her Majesty the Queen set up restricted areas everywhere in the imperial capital.
"Hanlu Manor."