Vol 3 Chapter 1

Stationary Letter I (1)

"It's unusually quiet here," Gal said. The afternoon sun was falling on the dead leaves, and the light in the surrounding woods was constantly changing: "Master."

"There is a legend spread among the mountain people that there is a very quiet place in the forest, because the goddess of the lake is watching, and in such a place, you must not turn back easily." Said Tharis, the viscount's pale and thin hands On the hilt, he stared into the woods—there was a path through which the beast walked.

"Sir, you laughed," Gale said, looking a little creepy. There really seemed to be a pair of eyes lurking in the shadows: "Chaos is on top, but the gods are nothing but vanity."

"No, Gail," Terris replied, "I think gods exist."

Gayle looked at the young Viscount as if to see the roots of these heresies from the other side's kind eyes. Test is the sage of all things returning to one place. Those who can choose this position must be screened at the top. Whether it is wisdom, talent, or loyalty to doctrine, they are the best of all. Some things are fickle, but it's still unbelievable to say such a word.

"If there is a god," Gal replied, "isn't it blasphemy for what we do?"

Tyris looked at him with the look in his eyes as if to ridicule the weakness of the young knight. "If there are gods," he said, "are they necessarily correct, I don't think so?"

Gail was speechless before realizing that he was different from the other.

The young viscount turned his head, and at the edge of the forest, the knights finally dragged the boat from Xiaoshuiwan to the shore. "Let's go," he snapped his fingers. "In this kind of place, maybe you will encounter something like ghosts at night. Although there is no threat, it is also troublesome." He held the sword handle and gray cloth robe angle with one hand Sweeping to the ground, turning and walking forward.

Gail followed closely behind.

Not long after, the knight chased after him, "My lord, the third, fourth, fifth, and seventh teams have arrived," the whisper reported: "We received a signal from the north before, except us, everyone else. They all landed on the north side. As for the other teams, none seemed to be able to pass through the fog outside. "

Test stared at the scenery in the forest with interest, as if the ever-changing light from the woodland had fallen into his narrow eyes and softened. "That being said," he said, "a total of 37 people have arrived, right?"

The knight nodded.

"Thirty-seven silvers, plus me," he pointed to himself: "It should be enough to deal with a knight of the lake, if there is nothing wrong with intelligence--"

Gail did not answer.

The footsteps rustled in the forest, and Viscount Test turned his head. Gal's hand was still clenched tightly on the handle of his sword, hissing hissing, "How big is this island," he asked, "adult?"

"Are you scared?" Tester asked. "Gail, the fishermen said that the knights of the lake would not appear outside the Holy White Mountain."

Gail took a breath and let go of his hand stiffly, "Sorry, sir."

Tester smiled kindly.

A group walked through the forest and met their companions to the north. They were in time to reach under the holy white rock before the sun set in the afternoon, and the afterglow fell on the white wall, which was dazzling. The young Viscount placed his hand on the stone wall in front of everyone, his slender fingers stroking the uneven surface along the rock, and the rough touch responded to a sense of history.

The feeling of deepness is as if the eyes crossed back thousands of years ago, the king came here with a sword and quietly slept in this forest.

"There is a king sleeping inside," he said. "Do you know who it is?"

"Ek?" Gail asked.

"No," Tester shook his head. "It's not him." He replied unclearly, then lowered his hand and walked along the stone wall. It didn't take long for them to find a depression leading into the rock. Through the cave, there is an emerald-colored forest behind, which local mountain people call ‘Sleeping Forest’. The young Viscount stopped and asked, "Is it here?"

"Yes lord," the knight behind him replied, "informally, the knight of the lake is hovering in the forest behind him."

"So are your weapons ready?"

Everyone patted the sabre at the waist.

Viscount Test nodded with satisfaction: "If so, come with me."

"Chaos is on!" The knights should reconcile.

...

Brando was sitting at the walnut desk, and suddenly felt the wise slate in his arms trembled slightly. Come again? He froze slightly. But wondering for a while, the young man simply put down the quill in his hand, reached out to take the thing out of his arms, and laid it flat on the table-next to the spread letterhead. The sage slate ‘Wa LaWa’ is trembling gently, and it seems to have life on the wooden table.

But after a while, it subsided again.

not moving at all.

"What's wrong," Antitina asked, and she blinked slightly: "Master Lord." She sat quietly on a noble high-chair beside Brando, against the sunlight outside the window— — The sitting posture is straight and elegant, and the neck is long and graceful like a swan. Brando looked back at her for a moment.

"Nothing," he said, pushing the slate gently with his hand-but nothing happened. "It's about another low-frequency resonance," Brando thought for a moment, "often happening recently." Having said that, he opened the drawer and put the slate in. Then he took the quill out of the ink bottle, but was interrupted by the idea, but he didn't know where to start.

Brando rubbed his forehead with a headache.

"Are you writing to Miss Freya?" The aristocratic girl glanced at the stationery on the table.

"Yeah, headache." Brando replied: "Although Grudin was killed, the real trouble has only just begun." He looked up again: "You said, Antitina, how are we going to deal with Count Denell? "

Antinina raised her eyes, glancing at him indignantly. "I think you can do it, sir," she replied, "when you go your own way, why didn't you ask my opinion?"

"If I give up," Brando smiled, "will you be at ease?"

The aristocrat turned his head back and kept silent.

"Ao Jiao," Brando thought. He poked on the paper with the tip of a quill pen and asked, "Speaking back, what do you mean by those words with that maid commander?"

"On the surface."

"I can't see it," Brando shook his head. "You have a complaint in my heart and I understand, but you and I know that you are not a wordless person, let alone say so much in front of an outsider." He Picking up the parchment, crumpling it out of the window and throwing it away, "It's very smart, isn't it, Antietina; I'm so lucky to have someone like you--"

Antitina looked back at him, her eyes admired.

"Because the Lord Lord wants to subdue the mercenaries," she replied, "I will make good claims."

"So don't blame me?" Brando breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness."

"I never blame it," the aristocratic girl smiled lightly. "It was just left, and there was some anger." She frowned. "Instead of speaking, I am more worried about not being able to keep up with your steps, I am not You know, maybe something ingrained will make me go further and further. "

Brando smiled, thinking that he wouldn't go too far with intention-but he didn't say it-instead, he took out a new letter. "So you have an idea," he asked, "Miss Staff?"

Antitina nodded. "Almost," she said, "adult soldiers are taking risks. I am afraid that the next vicious danger cannot be resolved by ordinary methods. But on the struggle between nobles, small and broad, nothing more than resilience and borrowing power. First, we must see if we can We ca n’t find anything to rely on, but I ’m afraid that the tradition is not good. We have a shallow foundation and others will not offend the risk of accepting Count Denel. We can consider his enemies, but let alone our own weight, And what she has done has challenged the rules of the game— "She was a little bit embarrassed and thought for a moment:" The rest are those unreasonable choices. For example, the Southern Army, Madara is not inconceivable-"

Brando shook his hand. "That's it, Madara," he replied, "you talk about the Southern Army."

"It is unlikely that Count Denel will ally with Madara, beyond these reasons," Antitina replied. "One of which was to weaken the Southern Army by the hand of Madara; Let the power of the mountain people in Denel, sir, have you noticed. Madara's undead army has not yet crossed the lake of the goddess Thunder Lake. From the outside news, the most frequent areas are also mountain people "In this way, the Southern Legion was isolated and helpless, and I am afraid that the Count Jeannell, who has not heard of them, will die. But most of the areas where the Southern Legion is stationed are barren and barren. Land, or the mountains, 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 the confrontation allows Count Deneer, at least to ensure that there is no worry behind. "

"You mean Madara?"

The noble girl nodded.

"The way is a good way," Brando scribbled on the parchment paper with a quill, meaninglessly, focusing his eyes out of the window, as if thinking about something. "It's just that the Southern Army has fallen into a quagmire so far, fighting Madara He has long since been cut off from the outside world. Even if the establishment does not exist, it is a problem. Even if it exists, how to contact them is another problem. "His nib stopped and took a breath," We can't put hope Because of luck, this method can only be used as a backup consideration. I can send staff in the direction of Mount Glars, but it is only used as a means of insurance until I get any exact information. "

He looked back: "Any other consideration?"

"What about the silver elves that adults have met, can you help?" Antitina asked, "If you can borrow money, they are the best help--"