Not long after Suldak walked out of the sword gym, a piercing scream came from the practice room where he was...
"Ah...who broke my wooden man!"
Darcy Christie walked to the front desk angrily with a sullen face, and asked the female administrator who was using her practice room. The female administrator opened the registration book full of names with a grimace on her face.
, she couldn't remember exactly who was using the practice room No. 7. She was usually the only one in the sword gym on weekends. Although there were very few people in the sword gym on weekends, she still couldn't care less.
"Darcy, don't get angry. I will definitely help you find the troublemaker next week. If he still dares to come, you should enjoy some weekends now." The female administrator said to Darcy Christie. She felt that he must
It was some restless trainee knight in the academy who secretly broke it. Otherwise, the training wooden figures are made of the strongest hardwood, so they wouldn't be so easy to break.
"It's so hateful. I've changed my practice puppet three times this month."
"..."
The female administrator looked at Darcy Christie with sympathy on her face. Fortunately, it was Miss Darcy. If she had changed the teaching aids three times in a month, I am afraid that the stingy logistics director would not have a good look on her. But Darcy
The young lady has a relationship with the dean, so that stingy man shouldn't say too harsh words.
Darcy did not get the result she wanted and left the sword hall with a look of resentment.
The sycamore leaves on the sidewalk were falling down one after another, and Darcy wrapped her knitted shawl around her exposed shoulders.
She put her hands around her chest and walked towards the college gate step by step.
The delicate dancing shoes made a series of crisp sounds as they walked on the stone road.
The young trainee knights who saw her around would take the initiative to say hello to her and call her: "Miss Darcy!"
The afterglow of the setting sun made the forest road with red leaves like fire complement each other with the sunset glow. As she walked, she was reminded of the life in the Bena Province Advanced Swordsman Academy.
At that time, everyone's relationship was still very good. Her family was the most famous noble in Helensa City. It was easy to join the upper class circle when she came to Bena Swordsman Academy, and she made many friends through it.
Hathaway is a friend I met when I first started school.
If it hadn't been for the appearance of senior Cole Norton, maybe the two of them would still be best friends who talk about everything.
Darcy pursed her lips. No wonder the instructors in the academy often said that the battlefield is a touchstone. She thought that senior Norton, who was highly respected in the Swordsman Academy, would be so outstanding. But when he went to the Warsaw plane, except for his performance
In addition to all the misfortunes, he also forged an irresolvable feud with his former best friend Hathaway. But at that moment, of course, the first thing that comes to mind is to protect yourself. How stupid would that be to face a powerful and fierce evil ghost?
How can you know you are outmatched but still stand up to fight? Just because you, Hathaway, can do it, doesn't mean that I, Darcy Christie, must do the same.
Returning to the Bena Advanced Swordsman Academy from the Warsaw plane, Hathaway and Beatrice became heroes in the eyes of this class of swordsmen. After all, they broke out from the war zone surrounded by evil spirits with their swords. Such a story is easy
Make the young swordsmen in those academies excited.
'What is this? It's just moral kidnapping. If you Hathaway and Beatrice want to fight the evil spirits, you don't need to take me with you! I just want to survive the battlefield, what's wrong with that?
'Daqian felt a little aggrieved, it was like a stain in her life. The reason why she left Bena City was because she didn't want to be criticized at the dance.
"It's all the fault of Baron Sidney who is lying in the grave. If he hadn't sent a guardian knight to run over, maybe this matter would have ended completely differently." Darcy clutched the knitted wool shawl tightly with one hand and the other.
One hand held the hem of her dance skirt. The cold wind made the blush on her face fade away, but she still felt a little aggrieved in her heart.
Walking to the gate of the college, a gorgeous magic caravan was waiting by the road. An attendant stood outside the carriage and opened the door for Darcy Christie. Darcy Christie stopped her body for a second before stepping into the carriage and turned to face the carriage.
An attendant said: "Is there any news about the knight you asked to inquire about a few days ago?"
The attendant quickly said: "Miss Darcy, it seems that he only stayed in Helensa City for a short time, and then left quickly. So far, I haven't been able to find any news about the knight."
Darcy Christie raised her delicate eyebrows and said coldly: "Since he is a knight under Sidney, he must be from Helensa. Follow this clue and check again."
"As you command, Miss Darcy!" the attendant replied immediately.
Darcy Christie boarded the magic caravan, the attendant closed the door, and the magic caravan slowly merged into the traffic on the street.
…
The magic caravan in which Darcy was riding had just turned at the crossroads.
Suldak was standing next to the street lamp, and the magic caravan driven by Darcy Christie passed by.
He looked at a magic caravan parked on the street and considered whether to rent a carriage to go to the appointment. When he met Karl in the evening, he was destined to drink some beer or golden cider. He didn't want to fall off the horse.
Come down.
Helensa City is not that big, but it takes at least an hour to walk from the Knights Academy to the Garden Square.
In the end, Surdak took a carriage and rushed to the appointment. When he saw Karl, this guy was sitting in a carriage at the entrance of the tavern. He pulled Surdak in as he got out of the car and pulled Surdak directly.
K came to a gorgeously decorated opera house opposite the City Hall Square. Karl took out two tickets and handed them to the waiter at the door, and then took Suldak into this magnificent opera house.
Walking into the lobby on the first floor of the Grand Opera House, Suldak saw that many nobles in formal attire were already waiting in the hall. Karl and Suldak could only stand in the corner, slowly lining up to wait for admission.
Suldak leaned close to Karl's ear and asked him in a low voice: "If you want to listen to the opera, shouldn't you ask Mrs. Christie to go with you? Why did you come to me? I don't understand this thing. Recently in the college
, those imperial histories will make my head explode!”
Karl stood at the entrance of the revolving staircase, looking back with a proud look on his face, and said to Suldak with a smile: "Who said I didn't have an appointment? She is waiting for us inside... Go quickly, do you need me to find a female companion for you?
?”
Surdak was also speechless for a while. He couldn't understand why Karl insisted on letting himself listen to such an opera. This was a high-grade life that only nobles could enjoy. But Surdak had time and would rather have a drink in the bar and watch.
Those bartenders who can hold silver coins in their breasts.
Now that he had paid the ticket, Suldak said nothing more and followed Karl to the second floor.
It is said that tickets in the Opera House are notoriously expensive. A ticket here costs at least a dozen silver coins, and a private room on the second floor may cost even more.
Hearing Karl patting his chest and asking to help him find a female companion, Suldak quickly refused and said: "Forget it, I don't want to meet the second Miss Brenda again."
Karl smiled very disdainfully and said: "Brenda is young and beautiful, isn't she? Probably she is not your type, otherwise you would care about Llewellyn?"
Suldak followed Karl, passed through an internal corridor, and walked into a private room on the second floor of the Opera House. Mrs. Christie and her maid had been waiting in the private room early. When they saw Karl walking in, they complained about him.
I was late, but I didn't forget to say hello to Suldak politely.
Karl didn't pay attention to Suldak beside him, gave Mrs. Christie a big hug, and then whispered a few words in her ear. Mrs. Christie herself was not angry, and was amused by Karl's few whispers.
Seeing the leather chairs set up on the terrace in front, Suldak walked to the semi-arc-shaped terrace in front of the private room with a discerning eye. He carefully looked at the luxurious interior decoration of the opera house. This private room was located a bit to the left.
The stage of the theater is at the bottom right. Watching the opera from a high position gives you a sense of déjà vu, and Suldak can also see part of the audience in the hall on the first floor.
It was time to enter the theater, and the first-floor hall was filled with nobles waiting to enjoy the opera. The stage in front was covered by two gorgeous velvet curtains.
Before the opera started, Karl got rid of Mrs. Christie, walked over to Suldak and put his arm around his shoulder. With a smile on his face, he pointed to a person in the front row of the hall on the first floor who was wearing a dress and his hair was combed meticulously. He kept talking to other people.
The nobleman who greeted the person said: "He is Baron Grenfell. He likes to come here to listen to opera after having a drink. He is very humble when communicating with others, and he is also very generous when tipping. He is very popular with the waiters here.
He's welcome, so don't ask for information about him here. It's very likely that someone will sell you for a good price as soon as you leave."
Suldak didn't expect that Karl brought him to listen to the opera, but actually took him to see Baron Grenfell. Looking down from the box on the second floor, he only felt that Baron Grenfell's hairline was a little back.
However, his eyes are very bright and his skin is a little too pale, as if caused by a decadent and luxurious life and alcohol. He has an innate aura of decadence and arrogant eyes, which is very aristocratic.
Suldak withdrew his gaze. He was worried that staring at Baron Grenfell for too long would make him alert.
"Looks very young..." Surdak judged, and then asked: "By the way, have you found any clues?"
Apparently Karl found some clues, so he found an opportunity to ask Suldak to come and take a look at Baron Grenfell.
Karl put his arm around Suldak's shoulders and returned from the terrace. Under Mrs. Christie's burning eyes, he sat on the sofa and drank a glass of golden cider. Then he said unhurriedly: "In order to investigate Dark Red
To find out the true identity of the knight, I sent my men to guard outside the manor of Baron Grenfell for two weeks. Although I could not wait for the dark red knight, I discovered another very strange thing. Everyone in the manor of Baron Grenfell
There are special carriages delivering wheat flour, meat, vegetables, and fodder every week. My men made a rough calculation, and the food and fodder consumed was about two hundred people."
"Do you think there aren't that many people in his manor?"
Suldak did not expect that Karl would send people to squat outside Baron Grenfell's manor. Apparently, the smart man smelled something unusual.
Karl glanced at Mrs. Christie beside him, who immediately responded with a gentle and sweet smile.
Karl continued: "In order to find out the number of maids, servants and farmers in his manor, I specially asked Mrs. Christie to visit the mistress of that manor and find out how many maids, servants and farmers there were in Baron Grenfell's manor.
There will never be more than seventy people together."
Surdak's eyes lit up and he asked: "So?"
"I can boldly assume that it doesn't matter if you stock up on food and other things. You can't stock up on fresh meat, vegetables, and fodder, so I guess there is probably a group of people hiding in that manor, and they are a group of shady people."
Karl said decisively, with a kind of enthusiasm in his eyes that was eager to reveal the truth.
He paused, and then said: "But if you want to search Baron Greenfield's private estate, this alone is not enough. You must have some more concrete evidence before I can report this matter to
above."
"Did you bring me here just to let me take a look at Baron Grenfell from a distance and then tell me this?" Suldak glanced at the luxurious box and said with some exaggeration: "That's really the case.
, I think we can wait for him to come out in the carriage opposite the Opera House, and there is no need to come here."
Karl personally poured him another glass of golden cider, looked at each other with Mrs. Christie, and said with a smile: "Suldak, you have been in Helensa City for so long, you must also learn to enjoy the aristocratic style properly.
Life, hey! You really don’t need me to help you find a female companion?”
Mrs. Christie on the side also quickly promised: "I promise that this time I will not find an aristocratic lady with such a character. I know many good girls."
Surdak quickly raised his hands in surrender and repeatedly begged for mercy: "Please! Don't mention this matter again!"
Karl sat up straight and said to Suldak: "The other thing I want to say is that the Dark Red Knight seems to have really disappeared. No one knows where he went. The explanation given by Baron Greenfield is that the Dark Red Knight has disappeared."
The Red Knight is out for training and his return date has not yet been determined!"
At this time, a burst of melodious music came from the stage, and the originally chaotic opera house hall suddenly became quiet. The nobles who were still chatting eagerly stopped at the same time. After everyone sat down in their seats, their eyes fell one after another.
Under the curtain that was opened on the stage, a group of dancers were seen running neatly onto the gorgeous stage with light steps. Their light bodies seemed like they might fly at any time.
The prologue of an opera began in this way. Carl and Mrs. Christie were tired of being together, regardless of Suldak's feelings.
A burst of melodious singing sounded, and the sound was like clear spring water pouring into Suldak's heart, and he was a little absent-minded...