Kesav followed Boban through a long corridor. After passing an arch, the bright light pouring in from the outside suddenly filled his field of vision, causing him to squint his eyes slightly, and then he saw clearly what appeared to him.
There is a small courtyard in front of you. The courtyard is surrounded by cloisters and is located in the courtyard in the center of the castle. There is a blue sky above your head. Probably because you walked a long way in the dark, the blue color looks a bit...
Dazzling.
The courtyard was an exquisite garden. He saw two people standing and sitting under the shade of an ancient tree in the center of the garden. One of them was wearing a black silk robe, with gray hair, a somewhat fat figure, and a thick golden robe.
A quality necklace hangs from the back of his neck, which is folded with several layers of skin, to his chest. On the pendant is a thrillingly green emerald.
This emerald is called the 'Heart of the Ancient Tree'. It is a long-standing treasure of the Rosalin family. It is also a symbol of the head of the family, so the identity of this person is naturally self-evident. Kesav has not seen him for some time.
My Lord, it was only then that I realized that the other party was looking a little older.
"The lord is old, and it seems that he will return to the embrace of the goddess who knows when." Kesav couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind. He knew that the old lord had two sons, and the eldest son was deeply trusted by him.
, but he has nothing to do with Boban. After all, he is the swordsmanship teacher of the lord’s second son. Kesav always feels that the old lord’s arrangement may not be appropriate, but in this case he would not dare to @∟长＠∟风＠∟文＠∟
, and I am not qualified to say it.
His eyes fell on the young lady sitting by the ancient tree again. Although it was not the first time he saw her, Kesav couldn't help but subconsciously feel dizzy.
She was a very special woman. She seemed a little quiet. Her pale face because of injuries added to her weakness. Her beautiful black hair hung undisguisedly on her shoulders and white robe. She looked holy.
She looks like a goddess.
It's just that this lady's beauty is very different from that of the Jiufeng people. Although her skin is white, her high and straight nose and purple eyes show that she is not a native of Swift Plains.
Maybe this is a goddess, Kesav couldn't help but think to himself. She fell from the sky with a white light and landed in the courtyard of Rosalin Castle. Even the people in the ghost car were attracted by her. Old
The lord even believed that this was God's wish and a good sign, although not long after that, a strange thing attacked Rosalin.
Of course, no one would connect the strange attack on Rosalin with this weak lady. At most, they would only think that it might be a hint from Lord Martha to order the Rosalin people to return to the land of Swift Plains. Otherwise,
Why does the power of Gui Che appear in this barren land? The power of Nine-Headed Bird is the king of the underground in Swift Plains.
Kesav glanced at the old lord with some jealousy. He could have sworn that the descriptions of the beauty of the goddesses in myths might not be as good as the woman in front of him.
It's a pity that the beauty of the other party definitely does not belong to him. So far, he only knows that she is called Delphine. Subconsciously, the guards in Rosalin Castle have already regarded her as the new mistress of the castle. Anyway, the old lord's first wife has long been
Passed away more than ten years ago.
Except for the fact that the lord's eldest son complained about this,
"I don't know if our lord is still capable." Kesav looked at the two people and couldn't help but think gloomily. The old lord seemed to be rejuvenated with youth and vitality in front of Delphine and was talking endlessly.
What are you wearing to please the latter?
When the two of them walked into the garden, Lord Rosalin finally noticed the two of them. He looked at them as if he was a little unhappy at being interrupted, but when he saw Boban, his most trusted subordinate, his expression softened.
"My dear captain of the guard, and Kesav, I remember you young man, how is your poor mount?"
"It was too badly injured. I couldn't bear to see my old friend tortured, so I gave it a happy life. I buried it outside Rosalind Port. It died here, and its soul should linger on this land.
, I bought a new mount, and the new little one is quite to my liking, Lord." Kesav quickly stepped back and said in salute.
"That's good. I see your loyalty and bravery. No one will dare to question your contribution to the Rosalin family." The old lord said with a gentle smile on his face: "You guys come
Just in time, the wizard told me that Miss Delphine is recovering well today and can come out of the room to get some air."
Delphine looked at the two people with a somewhat puzzled look on his face, as if he was curious and had a hint of a girl's subconscious self-protection. This weak performance could not help but make everyone who saw it feel shocked.
Of course, except for the tall, thin, indifferent middle-aged man who seemed to have no interest in anything in the outside world.
Subconsciously, she immediately felt that this person was very threatening, but she naturally showed a shy and polite smile to the two of them, as if she was really a young girl who didn't know much about the world.
If Brando saw this scene here, he might be so surprised that he couldn't open his jaw. Did he know that hysterical mad woman who wanted to avenge his old lover? Or was it the prime minister who calmly and calmly helped him deal with the Silver Queen later?
Thousand gold?
If he happened to witness this scene, his subconscious mind would immediately tell him that he should keep a distance from this woman.
It's a pity that he is not here, but among the three people present, except for Boban, the other two men fell under this confusing disguise without exception. Kesav hurriedly returned the gift, and he swore that he would never
I have never performed the knighthood ceremony so nervously and formally.
The old lord nodded and looked to the side at Boban, a middle-aged man who actually had no hostility towards Delphine, but he just didn't care. He knew very well what his most trusted subordinate was thinking and asked: "So
My guard captain, what happened?"
…
While Kesav was recounting the situation they encountered on the Qiusangze River early that morning, Brando was looking at the lobby of the Storm Shadow Hotel. It was a four-story wood and stone hotel built on the dockside, with white stone paving outside.
There is an open area in the square where troops can deploy. Behind the hotel is Rosalin's harbor, facing the sea on one side.
This is a good place for a roundup. I have to say that the other party is quite good at choosing places and is a somewhat intelligent character.
Unfortunately, none of this makes sense.
Although according to Naxin, it is the time when business activities in Rosalin are relatively light, the hotel is still overcrowded. This is probably due to the influx of refugees from outside Rosalin. Not all of these refugees are impoverished, and there are many
Most of them are mill and manor owners outside the city of Rosalin. Except for those who have property in the city, naturally others cannot live in shacks like real refugees.
Brando turned around and reminded Huang Huo, asking her to follow him carefully. In places like hotels and bars, where there is a lot of information and a mixture of dragons and snakes, troubles are most likely to occur. Although Huang Huo is only ten years old this year, she is already a beautiful woman.
Maybe someone without eyes would use their hands and feet to cause trouble.
Of course, it's not that he doesn't worry about Phoenix Fire. After all, he knows that this little girl is already a swordsman in the realm of heaven and human, but he just doesn't want to demolish the hotel because of this kind of thing.
Fortunately, it seemed that this was not the first time Huang Huo had been in such a place, and she behaved quite well, following him step by step. It seemed that she and Mr. Liu had gained a lot from their experience together.
However, the appearance of the two people still caused a commotion. Brando will not say it. His appearance is an anomaly here. In the Swift Plains, perhaps the Cruz people and the wind elves of St. Osol are not uncommon, because the dim light
There are always waterways and trade routes on the sea.
But near Rosalin, even the undead souls of Madala have oriental faces, and those who have seen the Warnd people are really like phoenixes.
Not to mention that Huang Huo is the apple of the eye of the Lord of the Nine Phoenixes and has inherited the best genes of the Jade Phoenix lineage. Not to mention his picturesque features, his snow-white skin and dazzling black hair are incompatible with ordinary adventurers.
Although she had followed Brando's advice and was low-key enough to wear traveler's clothes, she still stood out among this group of dirty sailors, mercenaries and adventurers like a light in the dark.
Feeling the strange gazes around her, Huang Huo also seemed a little nervous. She couldn't help but speed up her pace and whispered: "Brother..."
This is the identity they agreed on. After all, even Mr. Liu would not dare to let Brando condescend to pretend to be Phoenix Fire's guard, although this may not be inappropriate in Brando's own opinion.
Judging from the ages of the two, it seems that only the identity of brother and sister is less suspicious. Moreover, Brando's pampered aristocratic temperament (actually the spiritual temperament of modern people) makes it impossible for him to play the role of a cute adventurer.
Being the personal bodyguard of a lolita whom I pick up seems to be a very promising job.
Brando turned around and patted her on the shoulder, indicating that she didn't need to care.
Then he raised his head and glanced coldly around the hall of Storm Shadow. An invisible aura suddenly burst out from him, and the looming silver law lines spread out like flickering fish scales in the middle of the space.
The drunkards who had just stood up from their seats and were about to stagger in this direction fell back into their seats as if they had fallen into an ice cave, as if being showered from head to toe by a basin of ice water.
In an instant, the originally noisy hotel lobby fell silent.
