"In the year 247 of the Saint Leon calendar, it is the twenty-eighth day of the autumn month. It rains lightly and the temperature is quite suitable.
It was already five weeks ago that the empire launched an invasion against the Phil Federation and suffered a disastrous defeat.
That was the beginning of the "Gray War". There was no clear reason, but the war burned across the entire continent within a year. Until the end, the entire war was full of conflicting records and specious motives. Part of history
Scientists firmly believe that Huruman Stark is the mastermind of everything, while others are unable to determine and can only name it "Grey".
The history books I read from my grandfather more or less recorded the details of the war. After the empire's vanguard army was defeated, the Phil Federation used the power of the dragons to launch a counterattack, and the surrounding countries subsequently joined the carve-up of the empire.
However, it has already passed the time recorded in the book, and there is still no sign of any action by the Federation.
Perhaps because of this, the number of refugees from the empire that I saw was also mostly less than what was rumored. I don’t know where the imperial general who led them through the Forest of Parting and settled in the southern border of the continent was at this time.
?
History is different. Maybe this is the change we brought about, or maybe it is inherently uncertain.
I can’t predict where it will go, I can only hope that it won’t be worse than it originally was.”
An wrote the last punctuation mark, put the quill aside, and waited quietly for the ink to dry. Elio had just finished feeding the horses and was walking towards her from the door, hanging his wet cloak aside.
Then he stuck out his tongue at her - a boy's exclusive way of saying hello.
They were sitting in a dark, single-story wooden house. Tables and chairs were scattered around the house, which exuded a slightly damp, musty smell. One window could only be closed halfway, while the other could never be opened.
The owner of the wooden house huddled behind the dilapidated bar, drinking water mixed with wine. It was raining heavily outside, and occasionally a few crows came to look for food, and their hoarse cries made the girl wince.
frowned.
An turned her attention to the table. A pot of oily stew was placed in the center. The tableware used to serve it had not been washed for an unknown period of time, and the edges were full of gray-black stains. She sighed inwardly and decided
Don't think about the true form of the dirt.
The war between the Oren Empire and the Phil Federation still affected the residents on the border. As a highway connecting the two countries and the Roland Federation, it was originally full of caravans and travelers, and the hotels or taverns used for rest were also
They can be seen everywhere. However, nowadays there are almost no pedestrians on the road. The hotels that are still open are either extremely expensive or as dilapidated as the one in front of her.
After all, one of the warring parties is an arrogant or irritable dragon. No one knows how to deal with them so as not to suddenly turn into a corpse. With a little savings and not so 'brave',
I have already packed my bags and gone to a safer place.
Obviously, Ann and Elio are not included.
Two weeks ago, An, who realized that history had taken a different path, no longer wanted to simply immerse herself in historical materials and classics, or obtain rumors from travelers. After thinking about it, she decided to go to the Phil Federation in person to investigate the "changes."
"The origin of this. Elio agreed with her opinion as usual and solemnly made the oath.
"I, Elio Laurent, swear by the honor of a knight, I will protect Miss An with this body and this sword until the last moment of my life!"
Thinking of the boy's expression at that time, An couldn't help but feel warm in her heart. Although Elio returned to his original appearance within a few minutes, the girl believed that if he really encountered danger, the young knight would definitely fulfill his promise.
They said goodbye to Uncle Dougan, the innkeeper who took them in for nearly a month in exchange for helping with chores. The young knight chose two horses from the inn that were not strong but docile enough and paid them fifty silver coins.
Buy it at the price.
Ann did not choose to travel by carriage. On the one hand, the carriage was not as flexible as the horses themselves when encountering danger; on the other hand... they did not have many usable belongings on them.
The imperial silver coins two hundred years later obviously do not have the value they deserve, and if they are not handled properly, they will cause trouble. The gems produced in the North are very popular with nobles and wizards, but they are of little use to the fishermen in this small town. Ai
Leo's sword was quite good, but it was a pity that it could not be exchanged for money. In the end, she sold several exquisite gold and silver ornaments on her body to a merchant ship anchored here, and she could barely scrape together the travel expenses for the journey.
Due to her weak body, Ann had never traveled on horseback when she was still in the Violet Empire. However, under the guidance of the young knight, she quickly mastered the knack of controlling the horse. She could even loosen the reins and record her surroundings while moving forward.
The scenery--it actually made the young man nervous for a while. Of course, if he was galloping on horseback or fighting on horseback, that would be another matter.
The two of them walked along the road during the day, and either set up tents in the wild at night, or looked for the cheapest hotel possible to spend the night. As the imperial princess, An, such a journey seemed hard, but it was interesting and fulfilling enough.
Regardless of the natural environment or customs, Ann wrote down everything she experienced every day, including her thoughts on the current situation, with pen and paper. Elio took on the task of taking care of the horses and the food of the two of them. In the past month,
Perhaps because of helping in the hotel, the young man's skills have obviously improved greatly.
She was sure that if Elio was allowed to borrow the kitchen, what would be in front of him would definitely be better than this pot of 'things'.
Now is not the time to be picky, the girl said to herself. She scooped out about half a bowl of stew, took out the dried fish fillets and pancakes from her arms, broke them into small pieces and threw them into the bowl, stirring them a few times.
, scoop up another spoonful and put it into your mouth.
The dishes were a little too salty, perhaps to cover up the stale meat. She glanced at the young man opposite. The young knight was devouring his food. From time to time, he grabbed the cup on the side and drank a large mouthful of low-quality food. I'm afraid it was also watered down.
Ale.
An struggled to swallow the bowl of food, feeling her body warm a little, and then rinsed her mouth with ale.
She turned to look at the bar - there was only half an almost bald head there. She stood up and walked over, "Apart from us, have any other travelers been here recently?"
The owner of the wooden house glanced at the book, coughed twice, and slapped the cup in his hand on the table.
"It's weird, those damn dragons messed everything up." He said angrily, "My cook and maid ran home, leaving me with nowhere to go.
Apart from desperadoes, the only people who have the courage to take this road are weirdos like you."
The man sighed heavily and picked up the cup again. But almost at the same time, as if to verify what he just said, the broken wooden door suddenly opened inward with a loud bang.