"It's unusually quiet here," Gale said. The afternoon sun shone on the dead leaves, and the light in the surrounding woods kept changing: "Sir."
"There is such a legend among the mountain people that there is a very quiet place in the forest, because the goddess of the lake is watching. In such a place, you must not look back easily." Tyrese said, the viscount's pale and thin hand pressed
On the hilt of the sword, he cast his gaze towards the woods - there was a path walked by wild beasts there.
"Sir, you are joking," Gale said with some horror. He glanced around. There seemed to be a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows: "Chaos is above, and the gods are nothing but illusion."
"No, Gale," Tyrese replied, "I think gods are real."
Gale looked at the young Viscount, as if he wanted to see the source of these heresies from the other's kind eyes. Tester is the Holy Son of the Oneness of All Things, and the person who can choose this position must have passed through the above
After many layers of screening, no matter in terms of intelligence, talent or loyalty to the doctrine, he is one of the best. Although his personality is a bit changeable on weekdays, people still can't believe that he would say such a sentence.
"If there are gods," Gale replied, "then what we are doing is blasphemous?"
Tyrese looked at him, the look in his eyes seemed to be mocking the young knight's weakness. "If there are gods," he said, "are they necessarily correct? I don't think so?"
Gale was speechless, and then he realized the difference between himself and the other party.
The young Viscount turned back. At the edge of the forest, the knights finally dragged the boat ashore from the small inlet. "Let's hit the road," he snapped his fingers, "In a place like this, you might encounter someone at night.
Things like ghosts. Although there is no threat, it is still troublesome." He held the hilt of the sword with one hand, swept the corner of his gray cloth robe to the ground, turned around and walked forward.
Gale followed.
Not long after, knights caught up behind them. "Sir, the third, fourth, fifth, and seventh teams have all arrived," the visitor reported in a low voice: "We received a signal from the north before. Except for us, everyone else has arrived."
They all landed on the north side. As for the other teams, it seems that none of them can get through the fog outside."
Test looked at the scenery in the forest with great interest, as if the changing light in the forest fell into his narrow eyes and softened. "So," he said, "there are a total of thirty-seven of us here.
,Is it right?"
The knight nodded.
"Thirty-seven silver-level, plus me," he pointed to himself: "It should be enough to deal with one Knight of the Lake. If the information is correct-"
Gale didn't answer.
The footsteps of everyone rustled in the forest, and Viscount Test turned his head. Gale's hand was always tightly grasped on the handle of his sword, and the voice in his nose hissed, "How big is this island?"
He asked: "My lord?"
"Are you scared?" Test asked: "Gale, the fishermen said that the Knight of the Lake will not appear outside the Holy White Mountain."
Gale took a breath and let go of his hand stiffly: "I'm sorry, sir."
Test smiled kindly.
The group of people walked through the forest and met up with their companions in the north. They arrived under the holy white rock in time before the sun set in the afternoon. The afterglow fell on the white stone wall, which was dazzling. The young Viscount stood in front of everyone.
Putting his hand on the stone wall, his slender fingers caressed the uneven surface along the rock, and the rough touch responded with a sense of historical heaviness.
The heavy feeling is like looking back thousands of years ago, when the king came here with his sword and slept quietly in this forest.
"There is a king sleeping here," he said, "do you know who he is?"
"Ek?" Gale asked.
"No," Test shook his head: "It's not him." He replied incomprehensibly, then lowered his hands and walked forward along the stone wall. Not long after, they discovered a depression that led to the interior of the rock.
After passing the cave, there was an emerald forest behind, which the local mountain people called the 'Sleeping Forest'. The young Viscount stopped, turned around and asked, "Is this here?"
"Yes, sir," the knight behind him replied: "Information says that the Knight of the Lake is wandering in the forest behind."
"So are your weapons ready?"
Everyone patted the swords on their waists.
Viscount Test nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, then come with me."
"Chaos above!" the knights echoed.
…
Brando was sitting in front of the walnut desk and suddenly felt the sage slate in his arms shaking slightly. Again? He was slightly startled. But after a moment of doubt, the young man simply put down the quill in his hand and reached out to pick it up.
The thing was taken out of the arms and placed flat on the table - next to the spread letter. The Sage Slate was shaking gently, as if it suddenly came to life on the wooden table.
But after a while, it calmed down again.
like a statue.
"What's wrong," Antitina asked, she blinked slightly: "Lord." She sat quietly on a noble high-backed chair next to Brando, against the sunshine outside the window -
—The sitting posture is upright and elegant, with a neck as long and graceful as a swan. Brando turned back to look at her, and was lost in thought for a moment.
"Nothing," he said, while gently pushing the stone slab with his hand - but there was still no movement. "It's probably another low-frequency resonance," Brando thought for a moment: "It's something that happens a lot recently." He said.
At this point, he opened the drawer and put the slate in. Then he took out the quill from the ink bottle, but because his train of thought was interrupted, he didn't know where to start.
Brando rubbed his forehead, feeling a little headache.
"Are you writing a letter to Miss Freya?" The noble girl glanced at the letter on the table.
"Yes, I have a headache." Brando replied: "Although we have killed Grudin, the real trouble has just begun." He raised his head again: "Tell me, Antitina, how should we deal with it?
Lord Denel?"
Antitina raised her eyes and glanced at him angrily. "I thought you had something to do, sir," she replied, "Why didn't you ask me for my opinion when you were determined to have your own way?"
"If I give up," Brando smiled, "will you feel at ease?"
The noble daughter turned around and simply remained silent.
"Tsundere." Brando thought to himself. He poked the paper with the tip of his quill pen and asked: "By the way, what do you mean by what you said to the female mercenary leader?"
"What it means on the surface."
"I don't think so," Brando shook his head. "I understand that you have complaints in your heart, but you and I both know that you are not a man of words, let alone say so much in front of an outsider." He
Picking up the parchment, crumpled it into a ball and threw it out of the window, "It's very smart, isn't it, Antitina; I'm so lucky to have a subordinate like you——"
Antitina turned back to look at him, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes.
"Because I thought that the lord wanted to subdue those mercenaries," she replied, "that's why I made my own decisions."
"So you don't blame me?" Brando breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God."
"I've never been weird," the noble girl smiled lightly, "I was just a little angry because I was left behind." She frowned: "Rather than say that, I'm more worried about not being able to keep up with you, sir. I don't
Knowing that maybe there's something deep-seated that's going to push me further and further."
Brando smiled, thinking that if you have the intention, you won't go too far wrong - but he didn't say it - but took out a piece of letter paper again. "So do you have any ideas," he asked, "Miss Staff
?”
Antitina nodded. "It's almost the same," she said, "Your Majesty's army is in danger, and I'm afraid it's impossible to resolve the danger that follows with ordinary methods. However, when it comes to the struggle between nobles, using small and broad means is nothing more than taking advantage of others and taking advantage of them.
Strength. First of all, we need to see if we can find any backers, but the traditional ones may not work. Our foundation is still shallow, and others will not accept it at the risk of offending Earl Denel. Instead, we can consider his enemies, but not
Saying that our own weight is too small, and what we have done has challenged the rules of the game -" She was a little embarrassed, thought for a moment and said: "The rest are the more unreasonable choices. For example, the Southern Legion, Madala also
It’s not impossible to consider——”
Brando shook his hand. "Forget it about Madara," he replied, "Tell me about the Southern Army."
"The reason why Earl Denel formed an alliance with Madara will probably not exceed these reasons," Antitina replied. "The first is to use Madara's hand to weaken the Southern Army; the second is probably to let it suppress
Sir, have you noticed the power of the mountain people in Denel? Madara’s army of undead has not yet crossed the Thunder Pond of the Goddess Lake. And from the news coming from the outside, the area where they are most active is also among the mountain people.
Within the autonomous region." She said: "In this way, the Southern Army is isolated and helpless, and I am afraid that they hate Count Jeandenaire for being indifferent to them. But the areas where the Southern Army is stationed are mostly barren and barren.
On the ground, or in the mountains and forests, the biggest trouble they face is the lack of supplies. And if we can form an offensive and defensive alliance with them, not to mention fighting against Count Jean Denel, we can at least ensure that we have nothing to worry about behind us."
"You mean Madara?"
The noble girl nodded.
"The method is a good one," Brando used a quill to scribble on the parchment meaninglessly, focusing his eyes on the window a little, as if thinking about something, "it's just that the Southern Army is still stuck in the quagmire, and the battle with Madara
After that, contact with the outside world has long been severed. Whether this organization still exists is a problem, and even if it exists, how to contact them is another problem." The tip of his pen stopped and he took a breath, "We can't put our hope in it.
Due to luck, this method can only be used as a backup consideration. I can send men in the direction of Mount Glass, but before getting any definite information, this is only a means of insurance."
He turned back: "Are there any other considerations?"
"How about the silver elves that you have met, can they help?" Antitina asked, "When it comes to borrowing help, they are the biggest help -"
