A few minutes later, Moriarty slowly stepped off the Dayun airship.
Beside him, his fiancée Heyana was dressed in an exquisite Brakada-style dress, looking knowledgeable and beautiful. Then, two followers, the sixth-level warrior "Thorn Shield" White and the seventh-level warrior "Earth Momo"
"Latin" Guderian followed closely down the gangway. Following him was the captain of the Wolf Riding Company, the fourth-level Behemoth warrior Margaret, and the staff officer, the sixth-level Behemoth Berserker Clausewitz. After that, was the fifth-level goblin mage.
Henry and the seventh-level magic archer "Three Flower Elf" Bruno. When the three Balalaika brothers followed Shi Shiran and appeared at the end of the team, the small square that was already silent even lost its breath.
"This...this is..."
Looking at the middle and high-level professionals appearing one after another like "carp crossing the river", Lord Rosser suddenly felt a strange sense of trance. Even in Windsor Castle, there may not be such a prosperous lineup of strong men, right? Especially when holding down the battle line.
The three-headed Naga's strong sense of oppression even made the old Lord involuntarily lock up his whole body, as if he was about to fight on the battlefield.
"Morty..."
Similarly, Baron Ensberg, who had always been so calm that "the mountain collapsed but remained unchanged", finally lost his composure and opened his mouth in surprise, like a fish on the verge of suffocation.
"Father, long time no see."
Without letting anyone wait, after getting off the boat, Moriarty gently took Heyana's hand, walked straight to the baron, and bowed respectfully.
"Morty, long time no see."
For a moment, Baron Ensberg didn't know what to say. And his somewhat divergent gaze finally settled on his eldest son, and he was surprised to see the brilliant golden star shining silently on his mage's robe.
"A fifth-level mage..."
Finally, the baron couldn't bear it any longer and sighed with sighs, disappointment, or joy.
"Father, this is my fiancée, Miss Haiyanna."
Moriarty naturally noticed his father's strange expression. In fact, he went to Hockenheim Academy to obtain the certification for this intermediate mage level before leaving Azurite City. Although he jumped directly from the low-level third-level mage to the intermediate-level fifth level,
The story is a bit "horrifying", but considering Moriarty's special situation and background, as well as his consistent reputation as a genius, it becomes "logical" again.
"Your Excellency, it is an honor to meet you."
Although she didn't have a good impression of the middle-aged man in front of her who had kicked her fiancé out of the house, Heyana still saluted him solemnly.
"Welcome to Artburg. Heyna. And you, Morty. Welcome home."
Taking a deep breath, Baron Ensberg calmed down and nodded to the two of them with a smile.
"Hello, Lord Rosser. Nice to see you again. Hello, Sir Hart."
Moriarty also smiled faintly. Then he turned around and greeted Rosser and his son.
"Haha, I'm very happy that you can come back to help us at this time! You are so good. Moriarty!" The old lord was particularly happy that Moriarty could recognize him at a glance. This is a very positive sign.
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"Hello, Lord Moriarty."
Hart was still looking at the people in front of him in a daze. When he saw Moriarty greeting him, he immediately responded politely. And as a mid-level mage professional, he is naturally more noble than mid-level warriors of the same level.
He is more powerful and qualified to be called your lord, while warrior professionals only have such treatment when they reach high levels.
"Morty, you and your friends should come back to the inner castle with me first. It's been a hard journey for you and you need a good rest." After the brief greeting, Baron Ensberg said.
"Okay, father. But I need your permission to temporarily allocate this square to me as a camp." Moriarty nodded and asked at the same time.
"Okay. Hamilton, you can coordinate and get it done immediately."
Moriarty needs to control the landing site and ensure the absolute safety of his airship. The Baron fully understands this and must ensure it.
"Yes, sir." Lionheart nodded and turned to Moriarty: "Welcome home, Master Moriarty."
"Thank you, teacher."
A young master, a teacher, Hamilton and Moriarty don't need any red tape at all, and their cordial relationship is beyond words.
"White, you stay and take charge of the camp and the airship." Then, Moriarty turned to White and said.
"Yes, sir."
"Teacher, please explain the current battlefield situation to White in detail."
"Okay." Hamilton agreed.
After roughly arranging the stay in the small square, Moriarty followed his father to the inner castle. He was accompanied by Heyena, Guderian, Clausewitz and the three-flower elf. Of course, he quietly slipped off the airship at some point.
Gregory also walked in with a curious look on his face.
Since the overall scale of the castle is slightly smaller, the shape of the inner castle at Fort Yate is not as tall and eye-catching as the Windsor Castle or Fort that Moriarty once visited. And the news of Moriarty's sudden return has been urgently sent back.
After arriving at the baron's palace, when the group arrived in front of the inner castle, the old butler Hugo and a large number of servants were already waiting outside under the leadership of the baroness.
"Welcome back, Morty."
Compared with a few years ago, the Baroness is still generally elegant and beautiful, and has more mature feminine charm. But maybe because of the siege of demons outside the castle, there are some tiny bloodshot eyes in her eyes, which seems to be due to insomnia.
result.
"Thank you, Baroness."
Moriarty saluted with unusual courtesy, as if he were a guest visiting the place for the first time.
"Master Moriarty..."
On the other side, the old housekeeper's eyes were red and he could hardly control himself. Moreover, after not seeing him for a long time, Hugo really looked older.
"Hugo, don't forget Lester for the black tea after the meal, it will have a stronger taste."
For this loyal old servant, Moriarty smiled kindly and gave instructions naturally.
"Yes, young master." The old butler hurriedly lowered his head and responded, seeming to hide the glimmer of water in the corner of his eyes.
"Let's go in."
As the owner, Baron Ensberg, did not know what to say to the group of portraits in front of him. He could only sigh secretly and call everyone to enter the inner castle.
After passing through a short corridor, Hugo took the lead and led the group into a hall, where many other noble men and women from Ensberg were already waiting. When he saw Moriarty and the strange middle-level powerful men entering,
, it started to boil all of a sudden.
"Great! Reinforcements have arrived!"
"As expected of the eldest son of the Ensberg family, he came back with strong reinforcements so quickly!"
"Oh my god, we finally have hope!"
For a moment, everyone was rushing towards the door, praising their "hero" loudly. Seeing such a scene, the Baroness beside her looked a little gloomy. Although she was also happy that Artburg could obtain a powerful one.
She needed military support to fight against the demonic attacks outside, but the problem was that the person who came was Moriarty, who had been driven out of Ensberg by her a few years ago. This confused mixture of joy and sorrow really made her feel a little confused.
Moriarty, on the other hand, smiled and nodded to these "familiar old friends".
"Everyone, please be quiet! Now that demons are raging and the military situation is urgent, the relevant welcome ceremony should be left for later. Moreover, Mr. Moriarty has come all the way to help, and he also needs to rest and understand the situation of the war. So I suggest that you go ahead after an hour
Convene a military meeting, attended by the heads of each family."
At this time, an elder in the crowd suddenly stood up and said loudly, and the excited nobles immediately became quiet.
"Nice to see you here, Lord Herring."
Naturally, Moriarty would not forget the well-known scholar and nobleman in front of him. At the dinner at Windsor Castle that year, he even asked the old man for some in-depth knowledge of heraldry.
"I'm glad you're back, too, Morty." As the years passed, Lord Helin's spirit became stronger and stronger.
"Just follow what Lord Helin said. Morty, you take a rest first. We will have a meeting to discuss the war situation in an hour." Baron Ensberg nodded.
"OK."
Under the leadership of Hugo, Moriarty and others left the hall and headed to the lounge, but the nobles who stayed behind still seemed extremely excited.
"Have you heard, Lord Moriarty has brought back strong reinforcements. Not only the mid-level professionals just now, but also the legendary 'Icefield Naga', which is comparable to a high-level warrior!"
"Yes, Fort Yate is finally stable now. With reinforcements, we may even have a chance to fight back!"
"Haha, but Mr. Moriarty has been promoted to an intermediate mage, and his men are strong and powerful. Do you think the Baron will regret it?"
"Who knows, in short, we can defeat the demons and get our fiefdom back. The affairs of the Ensberg family should be resolved internally by themselves..."
For a time, various remarks were scattered in the hall. Most of the nobles were still talking loudly and talking incessantly, but several noble parents, including Lord Rosser and Lord Helin, were quite enthusiastic.
They all kept silent in a tacit agreement and thought about each other.
"Morty, everyone, please take a seat. During the war, supplies were a bit tight, so I'm really neglecting you."
In the lounge on the other side, the baron and his wife, as hosts, invited Moriarty and others to sit down at the dining table that had been prepared. The table was already filled with sumptuous delicacies, as well as a variety of fine wines that were rarely seen in Bracada.
The tableware is also made of exquisite gold and silverware, and behind each person there is at least one strictly trained servant waiting at all times.
Clausewitz, Bruno and others, who had long heard about the luxurious life of the Erathian nobles, could not help but be a little surprised when they saw such ostentation. Obviously, if the neglect in the Baron's mouth was not an empty word, it meant that these human nobles were
I really live a very luxurious life on weekdays.
The most exciting one is with Guderian. The silver-bearded dwarf's eyes have already been firmly attracted by the mentioned wine, and he can't move any further. (To be continued...)
