When Bresson passed the courtyard, he saw the palm-sized leaves of Golan-Elsen's Four Seasons Tree falling to the ground. According to Eruin's legend, each leaf of the Four Seasons Tree has the spirit of the war dead attached to it. Therefore, this kind of tree is often planted in military camps to symbolize that the spirit of soldiers is always brave.
As he looked at the leaves, he couldn't help but think of the faces of his companions who died in the war. For a moment, even the words of his father, Sir Harbuch, the city councilor of Prague, turned a deaf ear to him.
"When the commendation from above is handed down this time, I will give you some activities to see if I can transfer you back to Bragg. Do you want to join the security cavalry? I can still talk to you in the city hall."
"If you want to continue to be in the police force, there is nothing you can do. The patrol team on the Needle Forest Avenue is not full. However, they belong to Anzek's establishment, so it may be a little harder."
"Actually, my idea is that after you are officially knighted, you can come to the House of Lords to find a stable position, Brayson?"
Brayson responded.
"Speaking of which, what do you think?" Sir Harbucci looked at his young and energetic son and couldn't help but sigh. This son had almost the same character as him when he was young, confident, but too proud. Yes, sometimes this is not a bad thing, but it is not necessarily a good thing——
According to the motto passed down by nobles, if you are too proud, you will be easily frustrated.
Sir Habqi is sixty-two years old this year, which is considered to be the prime of life in Warnd, but he is also a little old. Silk silver hair sticks out from the meticulous hairstyle, and his temples are dyed white. When he was young, he was also Golan - Elson is a well-known radical in the south, but he has become more conservative and diplomatic as he gets older.
Sir Harbucci was wearing a blue coat that hung to the ground like a senator, with a white buttoned waistcoat and long black breeches underneath. He held his cane in one hand and looked at his only son with a kind look.
Brayson glanced at his father and replied: "I think I might go to the Royal Cavalry Academy in Basta."
"What?" Sir Harbucci was surprised.
"I got the news from Walter. There are four spots in total. The security team may recommend me, and the White Mane Legion also has ideas, but father, please don't go to the nobles to talk about this matter yet." Brasen He replied that the Walter he was talking about was the deputy commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry. He was only twenty-three years old this year. He was able to sit in this position thanks to the blessing of his father - he had a close personal relationship with him.
"The information is sealed so tightly. Those military gangsters have no news at all in the House of Nobles. However, the royal family should not be involved in such awards. Is there something else going on?" Sir Harbucci frowned. asked.
"It's hard to say, but I am determined this time." Brayson replied.
"That's fine, learn more. But you have to remember that the political opinions of our Wycofield family have always been local. When you go to King's College, don't conflict with the King's Party. Of course, you don't have to worry too much about them." Jazz thought for a moment and changed his decision temporarily.
Brayson looked in the direction of the courtyard and replied: "Who cares about a small fish?"
"I don't like to hear what you say. Everyone in the Wakefield family is a hero. Your grandfather was the speaker of the House of Lords in Prague. When I was young, I was also famous in the southern Golan-Elsen border. You are my son. , of course it will not be inferior to this." Sir Harbucci scolded.
Brayson had no expression on his face. But the two father and son suddenly stopped talking and saw a young man walking towards them. The man was wearing a dark blue military uniform, with a 32-year-old cavalry sword on his belt. He had long hair.
His silver hair hung straight down past his shoulders, he pursed his lips, and there was some feminine beauty in his face.
"Sergeant Test."
"Viscount Test." Sir Harbucci hurriedly pulled his son aside and greeted him.
The man who was called Viscount Test was startled for a moment. He raised his head and looked at the old man and the young man with his amethyst-like eyes. He nodded and was about to pass. But his eyes fell on Brayson, and suddenly
He stopped, smiled, and then continued walking past them.
"Strange?" Sir Harbucci couldn't help but muttered to himself as he watched the young man walk away.
"What's the matter?" Brayson asked.
"Isn't this boy the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke? He always has his eyes set high above his head. Why does it seem a little unusual today?" Sir Harbucci replied.
Brayson turned around and glanced at the other person's back without answering, but when he turned around again, he had a thoughtful look on his face.
When Test pushed open the door of the Silver Wings Cavalry Regiment command post, the commander of the Silver Wings Cavalry, Viscount McGusk, was staring blankly out of the three-person-wide floor-to-ceiling arch window of his office. The grey-haired middle-aged man heard the sound of the door opening.
, turned around and relaxed immediately when he saw Test.
He picked up his pipe and pointed to one side, pointed out the seat for the other party, smiled and said: "You didn't come fast, sergeant major."
"Because I want to get rid of those troublemaking boys." The silver-haired man smiled slightly and replied after sitting down.
Just like the rumors outside, Test is the illegitimate son of Grand Duke Golan-Elson, but his mother is a Sioux, a legendary lost silver people, so he also believes that he has the
The bloodline of Baiyin. However, unlike the young man's superficially indifferent and high-minded character, behind the scenes, this Tester has a very shrewd side, otherwise he would not have become a backbone member of the Alliance for the Return of All Things.
This level of relationship is only known to the two people in front of each other.
"So you saw those people?" McGask asked.
Test nodded.
The young man leaned back slightly with half of his body, and replied in a calm manner: "A young man and that red-bearded Bottom are both small shrimps in the middle and lower reaches of the black iron. There is nothing worth noting, but the surprise is
Among them is a militiaman from Butch. Commander, needless to say, you must have received the news earlier than me, right?"
Magusk put down his pipe: "That girl's name is Freya, and she is designated as one of the four places. What do you think?"
"Interesting." Test smiled: "Are you not going to tell me that she is the illegitimate daughter of an adult above?"
"Come on, what does that have to do with us?" McGusk replied: "Just in this way, the suspicion among these people will be eliminated. The person who killed 'Thor' was a person, so at least it should be a black man.
Iron upstream or even silver strength?”
"I don't know what about the copper dragon Leto." After the leader of the Silver Wings Cavalry sat down, he casually replied: "I heard that the Silver Pigeon group was furious about this and accused us of why we didn't appoint that fool.
A swordsman of silver or gold or above."
The young man sneered: "It's just a substitute. It won't be too late until the famous 'Sir Wolf' is replaced. The organization does not need waste. And in fact, I have always suspected that Overwell might have noticed some clues that night.
Already."
McGusk nodded.
"In addition, my people got a piece of news while investigating the refugees. There was a riot in Lidenburg that night. It should be located in the area of the House of Nobles and Uson Castle. But what happened that night may only be among the nobles.
Only then will you know." Test shrugged: "It's a pity that all those idiots gave away their lives."
McGusk asked: "Look, what would Luc Besson know?"
"That tiger wouldn't speak even if he knew it. He is not from the same group as us." Test said with a pun.
"Indeed, that guy is an anomaly, both from the perspective of the White Mane Legion and from our perspective," Magsk replied.
"So what are you going to do?"
"You are not responsible for this matter internally, but you come to ask me what to do? Sergeant major, are you doing this a bit out of line?" The cavalry commander was startled, and then laughed.
But Test shook his head: "No, it is your responsibility now. I am here to hand over relevant matters, and I am here to ask for a leave of absence - as the sergeant major of the White Mane Legion.
.”
"how?"
"The Lionheart Sword has been found."
McGask was slightly startled: "How did they get the news so quickly?"
Test smiled slightly but did not answer.
After leaving Freya in the military camp of the Silver Wing Cavalry, Brando met the long-awaited Tamar at the appointed place outside the "Lagonboun" market in Prague.
The future master of alchemy probably could not have expected that in another period of history, he would be the most influential figure in Madala, but at this time, he was standing outside the market wearing a weird plaid robe, and it was hot in June and July.
Under the sun, when he saw Brando, he still showed the same respectful expression as before.
"Sir, what you want is ready." Tamar carried a heavy backpack, pulled her son, and stood respectfully on Brando's side.
His respect was not because Brando was a noble man, but out of respect for his savior. However, his son was not without this restraint, but looked at Brando with admiration - among the refugees
There are few children who come out who do not admire this Lord Knight.
"Did you buy it?" Brando was stunned. He really didn't expect that genuine elf-crafted alchemy utensils could be bought in a market like Prague. He asked Tamar to take a look, but he was casual.
Just to mention it, anyway, the exquisite alchemy vessels produced by the merchants in Freeport Ampelsel can still be used with difficulty.
Tamar glanced at the young knight and replied: "I rented it from the local alchemy guild. They asked for two thousand tols."
The future alchemist answered like this, but he could not help but murmur in his heart that alchemy in general does not require such superior conditions. When he was in the House of Nobles, he only used a set of second-hand alchemical utensils. This Lord Knight knows everything.
Well, it’s just that the money was spent a little too lavishly.
Brando slapped his forehead. He actually forgot about this one, but it would be better if he could buy it. Anyway, after waiting for a while, he shouldn't be too short of money.
But unlike Tamar's thoughts, he also had his own plans.
He wants to refine a set of 15 (oz) dryad venom quenching daggers and a 32 (oz) set of cursed crossbow bolts. Although he now has some basic strength, he has no hidden trump card.
It doesn't fit his style.
Poison-quenching daggers can be sold to those nobles. The tree spirit venom is colorless and invisible. People who die from poisoning will be a sign of death from a sudden illness. For those with lower black iron strength, this is undoubtedly the best auxiliary means for conspiracy.
The cursed crossbow is known as a must-have magic weapon for low-level characters to kill and set fire, and is of course Brando's first choice for personal use. This crossbow has a certain chance of causing fatigue, weakness and damage to the enemy when it hits the enemy. Although it is easy to resist at high levels,
But the effect is very obvious on enemies below the upper reaches of Silver.
The only drawback of this thing is that the materials are too valuable. The souls of corpse witches above the intermediate level are difficult to obtain under level 40. Brando only relied on the good-for-nothing nobles of Lidenburg this time.
Of course, refining 35(oz) equipment requires up to level 8 alchemy, which is a big trouble for Brando.
Fortunately, God bless me. The alchemy vessel I purchased from Elf Craftsmanship will increase my alchemy level by 1 level. If I have the assistance of a professional alchemist, I can still get +1 level. I can also rent an enchanted alchemy workshop, which is just level 8, which is basically enough.