"Go ahead and be careful on the road. It's not that safe outside right now."
Old Kent shook his head and watched Sethi's figure disappear into the dusk outside the hotel before closing the door and preparing to close the hotel. He was getting older, and his hands and feet had become less flexible over the years. He slowly turned around,
But he suddenly discovered that there was another person standing behind him. He couldn't help but tremble with fright. Then he realized that the person was the woman in the group of guests. He didn't know her name. She stayed here with her companions three days ago.
The beauty she possesses is naturally impressive, not to mention that her almost perfect face also has some regrettable light scars, which is even more impressive.
Old Kent didn't know if it was his imagination. He just felt that the scars on the lady's face had faded a little after not seeing her for a day. He laughed at himself and thought how could this be possible? Maybe he had really seen a ghost and had an illusion.
"Miss, do you have any instructions?" Old Kent replied humbly. Over the past few days, he had faintly felt that the other party's tone and habits contained a sense of insanity. This feeling he had among the noble ladies and gentlemen in the city.
He had seen a lot, but how could a noble lady come to stay in a remote place like his? He didn't want to think too much about it - people with brains these days may not live longer: "It's because everyone is hungry."
Now, would you like some late night snacks or something else? There are still some ingredients in the kitchen..."
"Is this girl called Sethi?" Delphine raised her lips slightly, her gaze passing through the maple window on the other side. Several sycamore leaves hung down from the window, stained with the red of the sunset, and swayed in the wind.
Shaking slightly, she stared at the direction where Seti's back disappeared in the dusk, her purple eyes quietly reflecting the setting sun.
"Yes, this is a poor girl. I heard that her brother went to the war, and old Chris was in poor health, so all the care of his younger siblings and the work at home fell on her," Old Kent couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.
: "Old Chris has a good daughter, but she is very unlucky. Lady Luck never pities those who are the most unfortunate."
"Don't she live here?"
"No. She has to go back every day. This is my permission."
"Her brother went to war, in the east?"
"I'm not sure about that, miss. It's probably in the south."
"In the south." Delphine narrowed his eyes slightly: "Who is the person who picked her up?"
"The person who picked her up?"
Old Kent was stunned.
"Maybe," Delphine said with a smile, "maybe I saw it wrong."
"What?"
"It's nothing. I mean you don't have to bother the old man with late night snacks or anything like that. If there is really a need, I will naturally ask Miss Seti to help when she is here."
"Martha. Thank you for your kindness."
Old Kent couldn't help but look at the lady with gratitude. Such a kind-hearted and beautiful aristocratic lady is rare in Rushta. "I hope Jin Yan can always be with her and take care of this kind lady."
." He couldn't help but think to himself. Delphine just smiled quietly at this.
…
Outside the hotel, a young man in a short shirt grabbed Sethi's hand and dragged her dozens of meters away in the direction of the Holy Mercury Bridge. He did not stop until he was far out of sight of the 'Cat and the Whiskers'.
"What's wrong, Al?" Sethi asked in confusion. "Someone is watching you." The young man replied in a low voice.
"Surveillance? Me? How could that happen?" Sethi couldn't help but look back in the direction of the hotel. Now it had become a small patch on the avenue: "Uncle Kent would never do that."
"Then there is someone else."
"You mean those guests?"
"Maybe, but you should be careful, Seti." The young man turned around, looked at her and reminded her seriously.
Seti couldn't help but smile: "You're worried too much, Al, they and I are not from the same world at all, but thank you anyway." She blushed and couldn't help tightening the young man's hand.
He held his hand and felt the warmth in his hand reaching into his heart. "Al, what do you want from me?"
"Don't forget the prayer meeting tonight."
"How could it be? Is there anything important? Why do you mention this suddenly?"
"The chief priests said that tonight is the most important day."
Seti was startled for a moment, a bright light flashed in her eyes, and she subconsciously held her breath and asked: "Are you going to... start?"
The young man nodded gloomily: "After today, as long as that old witch looks good, sooner or later I will avenge Pepper with my own hands!"
"Al, thank you." Seti replied softly, but she felt a little uneasy in her heart: "But can we really do it?"
"Of course, have you forgotten what that old witch did? I heard that this damn country has lost another war recently. A defeat means that more troops are needed. Sethi, Uncle Chris can no longer go to the battlefield.
——" The young man does not have so much knowledge, but this does not prevent him from using the usual words of the officiants. Although he does not necessarily like those people, he has to admit that what the other party said makes sense.
They had never been able to see so far before, and had always suffered in silence - these words seemed to ignite the fire in his heart, he pursed his lips, and the flame called revenge burned blazingly deep in his eyes.
Thinking of her elderly father, Seti couldn't help but fell silent. She also had two younger brothers and a younger sister. No matter what, she had to stand up and protect the family.
"By the way, the chief priest Marian mentioned you specifically." The young man suddenly thought of something and changed his tone: "He asked me to tell you that you must not be absent tonight."
Seti was slightly startled, not understanding why she suddenly became important, but then she thought of those harsh rules and understood that all she could do was obey: "I understand."
Silence fell between the two of them. They walked quietly on the footpath on the Holy Mercury Bridge, looking at the golden light left by the setting sun on the river. After a while, the young man spoke again: "Seti."
His tone became softer and full of emotion.
"Um?"
"I always feel that those guys are not good people. Let's leave after the incident is over."
"But I still have a younger brother, younger sister, and my father..."
"Let me take care of them," the young man interrupted her urgently: "We will take them with us. Take everyone with us and leave here far away."
The last ray of light was swallowed up by the river, leaving only the clouds on the horizon still burning.
Sethi felt sweet in her heart. She held the other person's hand with her backhand and nodded lightly.
…
The innkeeper said goodbye to Delphine respectfully, and then staggered away. The prime minister's daughter stood by the window. He glanced at the magnificent dusk on the avenue again, smiled enigmatically, and then turned around and went upstairs.
In the room on the second floor, Brando is analyzing the intelligence, which has been transmitted over the past few days from the Antobro envoy, from the Nazer people, and from the nobles in the city contacted by Faina and Delphine.
All kinds of news were gathered together, and finally a rough outline of everything happening in the city was sketched.
Medisa sat on a high-backed chair with a serious expression and carefully recorded the information on the parchment with a quill. Faina was dictating softly beside her. After she finished writing a piece of paper, she took it away.
Get up and put them aside. Brando then sorted them out, stacked them together and put them on the desk. The last ray of sunlight on the desk was reluctantly leaving, and the window was already hazy.
He turned around and saw the side face of the Silver Elf Princess. The last sunlight was falling on the area between her forehead and chin. Under the interlaced light, there was a layer of thin and imperceptible hair on the outline of the girl's face.
, looks extremely cute.
"Lord, it seems that the Silver Queen is not strict with the nobles imprisoned in the moss castle. At least we can see the clues from this letter..."
"Lord Lord?"
Medisa turned her head and saw what he was looking at. Her face couldn't help but blush: "Lord..."
Faina on the side stopped her narration in time and looked over, and couldn't help frowning. Facing the gazes of the two people, Brando finally came back to his senses and coughed awkwardly: "Well... I'm sorry, talking about that
There it is.”
"letter……."
Only then did Brando recall the letter that Medissa mentioned.
The owner of the letter was no stranger to him. He was the former commander of the Blue Legion of the Empire. Faina’s mentor, Ms. Veronica, who had had a relationship with him in the Ring of Trade Winds and the Fir Territory, this letter
The letter was sent by someone after she learned that Faina was using her connections in the city to investigate her and Grand Duke Huaye.
Since Veronica didn't know that he was already near the imperial capital, the letter only described Faina's current situation in the moss castle with her and Grand Duke Huaye. They were treated fairly generously in the moss castle. Apart from being beaten by
Apart from being restricted in her freedom, she was not severely punished as rumored outside, but from between the lines, we can still see the anxious mood of the female regiment commander.
She mentioned several times in her letters her worries and uneasiness about the Silver Queen's recent actions. It can be seen that the female regiment leader is not wholeheartedly opposed to Her Majesty the Queen. She and Ludwig's nobles
She stood on the side of the eldest son because she was not optimistic about the Silver Queen's choice and did not want her majesty's crazy moves to lead the empire into an abyss of no return.
Compared with the naked interest entanglement between the northern nobles, the emotion contained in this letter is more acceptable to Brando. This is not something that egoists can understand. It is a long-term perspective and hopes that the motherland can be stable.
Those who live at the bottom of the country can also enjoy the benefits brought by prosperity. This is a noble emotion, not blind, but focused on the future.
Although they belong to different countries, Brando can empathize with this desire. The difference is that he has personally experienced such a period of history, but Ms. Veronica can see into the future with her own vision.
It's a pity that at this moment, the empire has been plunged into the abyss of war, and the female army commander is trapped in such a desperate situation that she can't even protect herself.
He thought for a moment and replied: "This shows that the Silver Queen has not made up her mind yet. Some of these nobles can be won over, but she can't take them out."
"If we lose in Port Fatan..." Medisha couldn't help but mention.
"Then it's been decided who will die and who will live," Brando took over: "Fortunately, we won. Her Majesty the Queen will have to find another opportunity to show her power and dominate people's hearts."
Faina looked a little dazed on the side. She should have been worried - although the news from the castle was the best news she had heard in these days, it did not mean that she could sit back and relax.
Her Majesty the Queen is holding back just because she is not completely sure yet. When Ludwig's situation is determined, the Mehotofen family will be like meat on the chopping board and will be slaughtered by him.
She would never imagine that her family was a part of the nobility that the moody Her Majesty the Queen could win over, because even if Grand Duke Huaye had no intention of rebelling, their inextricable ties with the northern nobility were irrefutable.
Brando's words undoubtedly prove this.
But at this moment, the eldest lady in the flower-leaf collar seemed a little distracted. She looked at Brando and then at Medisa, with a look on her face that was a little worried about gains and losses.
Brando did not notice the eldest lady's abnormality and continued to ask: "Have the Nazer people contacted me?"
Medissa shook her head, and she placed a piece of parchment in front of Brando: "This is a message from Princess Magdale, and it mentions a place."
"Where?"
"It's not a definite location, but it's mentioned that Silver Queen Constance has been there twice in the past week... that's the tulip area."
The Eastern Front had just been defeated. It was obviously impossible for the Silver Queen to be in the mood to participate in garden activities or visit some insignificant characters at this time. The place where she would find time to go at this time must not be that simple, although it might just be
It was a smoke bomb, but Brando couldn't help but ignore it.
He was about to look at the map when Faina finally couldn't help but speak:
"I know that place, Bu, Brando. It is the old prince's villa, the old residence of the late king's brother, Prince Sirius."
Hearing this place name, Brando finally remembered this place: "Is this the prince who died in the Holy War?"
"With his two sons." Faina added.
She stared at Brando and bit her lower lip.
Medissa glanced at the young lady of the flower-leaf collar with some strangeness, and then at her lord. A hint of intelligent understanding suddenly flashed through her silver eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled up without leaving any trace.
, couldn't help but feel a little interesting in her heart. But there was no clue on her face, and she continued seriously: "There is another place near this old residence. It is heavily guarded. Even if the Antuobuluo envoy passes there every day,
They will also be subject to strict interrogation——"
"Where is that place?" Brando frowned, thinking why it was getting more and more complicated. Could it be that Her Majesty the Queen had set up restricted areas everywhere in the imperial capital.
"Cold Dew Manor."
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