In the small private room on the second floor of the "War Girl" bar in Norland City, Aranza ordered a bottle of aged wine and drank alone while admiring the still bustling streets outside the window.
The door was pushed open, and what came in was a girl she had never met before. This is the characteristic of this "War Girl" bar. Every waitress has a certain combat power level. Of course, this insignificant level
It is no longer in Aranza's eyes, but this cannot stop the mercenaries coming and going from commenting on the bar's "deliciousness".
"Sir Aranza is here. This bottle of wine is a gift from the store. It is one of the few good wines preserved by a famous bar in the Royal City of Gaya during the Year of Disaster. Even our boss is reluctant to drink it.
"
The girl chuckled softly, leaned over and carefully placed the dark wine bottle on Aranza's table. She deliberately unbuttoned her top to reveal the beauty under the girl's neck. In fact, this girl was also a "gift" from the hotel owner.
One of his gifts, Aranza turned a blind eye.
The girl naturally knew how to watch people's words, and she quietly backed out. But when she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something, stopped again, and added: "The bar where this bottle of wine was produced was said to be the bar that the King of Heroes liked to visit most when he was alive."
Aranza nodded politely and said, "Well, thank your boss for me."
After the girl left, Aranza picked up the wine given by the hotel. There was an inexplicable struggle in his eyes. After a long time, Aranza unscrewed the cork and poured a strong drink into his mouth.
It's like a ball of fire pouring into the stomach, but it is mixed with the unique coolness of sweet spring water. It only takes a moment, the fire and the coolness are neutralized, and a warm current flows through the body. But for a moment, the fire goes out, and the coolness remains.
In Aranza's body.
He instantly felt much more awake.
"Father's wine?"
Aranza said to herself and drank it all in one gulp.
At this time, a familiar soul point suddenly broke into Aranza's soul induction. She stopped in front of the tavern. She obviously knew that Aranza was in the tavern, but maybe it was a few people soliciting customers in front of the tavern.
The "war girl" with only a few pieces of family armor covering her body made her feel uncomfortable, or maybe it was something else. She wandered in front of the tavern for a while, and then turned back the way she came.
But before Aranza could be surprised, she turned around and walked towards the bar again. This time, Aranza was not surprised, but smiled bitterly.
After a moment, the girl who had just exited pushed Aranza's box away again and said, "Lord Aranza, Lord Cyril is looking for you."
It is not surprising that the people in the bar can recognize Cyril. In fact, the members of the Thorn Mercenary Group and some generals of the Noland Army have long been known to the residents of Noland City. In the war years, they can provide
Those who are peaceful and well-fed, as well as this person's men, have the right to be remembered.
"Well, bring her here."
After a while, Cyril's figure appeared in the box.
She explained: "Kim Gates said you were here, so I... came over to take a look."
Aranza nodded with a smile and said, "Well, sit down. Speaking of which, we haven't been alone together for a long time."
Cyril sat down, and she hesitated a little before saying: "Because you have been with Hancock."
"Well..."
Aranza's expression was a little awkward. He tried his best to cover it up with a smile and replied: "She has more experience than me...she can be my mentor in many places."
"That's it..."
Cyril's eyes suddenly flashed with joy, but his face always showed a slight hesitation.
The atmosphere in the box suddenly became so quiet that both parties felt suffocated.
Aranza didn't know how to face her. At least she continued to drink her father's favorite wine, and her eyes fell on the streets outside the window again. The city of Norland had been repaired from the war, and every street was equipped with expensive magic.
Crystal chandeliers decorate the city with luxury and enjoyment. After every war, Aranza always spends a lot of money to repair the city. Maybe he wants to make the place in his memory more beautiful.
Maybe there are a lot of refugees who need jobs.
Cyril took a deep breath. She wanted to break the silence, so she spoke softly and said: "Well...can we really rescue Elita?"
Aranza was slightly stunned and turned to look at Cyril. She returned to her thoughtful and shy look, completely different from the expressionless knight and killer on the battlefield.
Aranza thought for a moment. He didn't want to disappoint her, so he replied softly: "Well, yes, not only do we want to rescue her, but all of us also want to return to this city safe and sound."
"but……"
Cyril suddenly became cautious. She glanced at Aranza secretly and said, "But why did you do that to her before..."
This was the question that Aranza had been avoiding before. But now, he had found a reason, or excuse, and he answered with a smile: "Well, I just thought there might be a way to get the best of both worlds, but she didn't wait for me to finish."
Cyril nodded, and the atmosphere fell into suffocating silence again.
After a long time, her voice sounded softly, just like seeing the flickering light of fireflies at night. She raised her head, with a flash of longing in her eyes, and said: "Aranza...I miss the forest...and Silas."
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Silas and the elf archer Dolores, as the early members of the Thorn Mercenary Group, went to the Elf Land after Jiexi's death. Since then, Aranza has not heard from them again. Thinking about it,
I don’t know how the other person is doing.
"ah……"
Aranza looked a little confused, her thoughts had already sunk into her memory, and she said, "I miss you very much, too."
While one party still had time to think, the other party was marching hurriedly and compactly.
A few days after the public execution of Ilita was announced, members of the Mercenary King family in the Black Chain Castle gradually left this place that they were once proud of. No one stopped them from leaving. Some even
People are still secretly rejoicing and proud that as a result, a part of the residential area has been vacated on the floating island, allowing more people from other branches to live here.
The Black Chain Castle is the core of the power of the Lane family. For the Lane people, as long as they can live here, it is something worthy of honor, even if they only work at the lowest level in the Black Chain Castle. But for women,
If you say that, maybe one day you will be valued by someone with real power, and you will live a life of superiority and wealth. There are many such examples. And for men, there is no chance at all, maybe they will be promoted to become a warrior of the family.
, or maybe... the hobbies of big shots are always special. Maybe they are tired of playing with women and want to try something else.
On the third day, Lampman and his followers appeared at one end of the long bridge. He was the last member of the mercenary king group left in the Black Chain Castle, and his departure would represent the entire mercenary group.
It means completely breaking away from the Black Chain Castle. The meaning of this is self-evident.
Goethe's figure is also among them. He came here to bid farewell to an old friend who has been with him for more than 50 years.
"Don't do anything stupid, Lampman!"
Goethe stared at Lampman, who was standing in front of him with a stick. The two were similar in age, but in Goethe's eyes, Lampman seemed to have become older than him overnight. Lampman had a strong body that only a mercenary could have.
He gradually became stooped, so much so that the cane that was originally just for decoration really came into use. His hair was not only pale, but also sparse. When his eyes fell, it seemed that his exhausted wisdom could be seen in his hair.
Goethe suddenly felt emotional and continued: "Old man, I know that such things make you very embarrassed..."
"No need to say more, Goethe!"
Lampmann interrupted Goethe and said: "You don't have to tell me, I know what to do."
"That's the best!"
Goethe retracted his emotion, but suddenly a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes and said: "If, Lampman, I mean if, if you have the idea of doing that..."
He suddenly lowered his voice, and a screen magic naturally unfolded, saying: "Don't worry too much, contact Alanza Lane, no matter where he belongs, he is the son of the King of Heroes!"
"snort!"
Lampman suddenly snorted and hit the ground with his crutch, but no more shocking cracks could be found. There was some anger in his voice and he said: "Goethe, you plan to make me guilty and collude with Ryan's enemies."
What?"
"Complicit?!"
Lampmann's words also seemed to anger Goethe. He also snorted coldly and said: "Maybe we have been colluding with each other! Open your eyes and see. He is the son of the Hero King, the son of the Hero King of the Lane family; and
There is your precious granddaughter, she is the strongest bloodline of the Mercenary King, the bloodline of the Mercenary King of the Lane family!"
"It's from the Ryan family!"
Goethe finally spoke louder, but due to the existence of sound barrier magic, the surrounding attendants only saw the two elders arguing silently, but could not guess what they said.
And it was not only the curious attendants who paid attention to this silent quarrel. On the top floor of the Black Chain Castle, a figure was standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looking with interest at Goethe and Lampman in front of the long bridge.
On the sofa behind him, there is another body that is too huge to belong to a human being. It is wearing a robe. The folds of the robe can show the traces of the heavy armor underneath. The huge hood blocks its appearance, but it cannot be covered.
There is a slight smell of danger.
After a moment, it stood up and was nearly three meters tall. The originally tall Duke of Alsis looked like an insignificant character in front of it.
"I'm very happy."
It stood behind Alsis and said word by word in a thick voice: "Dear Head of the Lane Family, you still remember the agreement you made with my family."
"Don't dare forget."
Alsis withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the figure hidden under the cloak. Above his neatly trimmed beard was a perfectly curved corner of his mouth, and said: "I have already launched my plan, but next, I need nobles."
of help.”
The huge figure laughed twice, and the thick smell of blood came out from under its robe, and even Alsis couldn't help but shudder.