Vol 3 Chapter 84

Act 84 of Freya's Letter (The second one is more, so stay tuned)

At that moment there was solidification.

The young Viscount was so sweaty that he almost exhausted his whole body to squeeze out a sentence: "What do you ... want to do?"

The Emerald Knight pointed to the long package behind him-he meant it very clearly, the sword on your body.

"You brought me the sword--" Test took a breath, and he gasped heavily. "What exactly do you want to do?"

At the last word, the young Viscount was almost roaring!

Tester has never been teased like this since he was a child. He feels that he is just as humiliated as a little girl who has been teased. He feels that instead of playing a mystery with this monster, it is better to be killed by the opponent happy.

But at the sight of the cavalry captain, who was not far away, Tester subconsciously fought a cold war.

The emerald knight was expressionless-of course, it could not see any expression on its cold mask-he pointed to the long package behind Tester, and then pressed his chest.

The young Viscount saw what the other party meant, and the other party asked him to give him the sword.

But what is this joke?

If he surrenders his sword, how can he explain to other councillors and elders while returning to all things? He managed to get the attention of the internal senior management for this task because of this task, otherwise the opponent would not send a whole team of elite cavalry to protect him.

But now he not only lost these cavalry, but he might also lose this important thing. This has to be investigated, no matter what his identity in the return of all things, he may not be able to eat.

Although he is the Son, the Son is not the only one.

Tyster panted heavily, looking at the emerald knight fiercely with red eyes, as if he wanted to see something loose on the other side's face; unfortunately, as mentioned earlier, the cold helmet could not see What expression-

The young Viscount thought about it, and he was at war with him. He had no doubt that if he refused, he would immediately make himself a stone statue.

Although he did n’t understand why the emerald knight let himself go twice, if there was no reason for the other party to only keep one, the other party could kill him and take away the Lionheart Sword—but the other party did n’t do that, but It was giving him a choice.

Is it just for fun?

But this is clearly unrealistic.

With this in mind, Tester looked at the other question in confusion, and finally made a difficult decision after hesitation. The young man stretched his hand behind his back, untied the long parcel, and threw it to the other party.

"Why didn't you kill me?" At the same time, he asked.

The Emerald Knight bent over and picked up the Lionheart Sword from the ground, as if he didn't worry about Tester attacking him at all-or he wasn't even afraid of attacking-this attitude made the young Viscount take a deep breath, but still Suppressed the desire to take the opportunity to shoot.

The monster's incredible strength showed that he couldn't stand up to resistance at all. Of course, he didn't resist, but the result was a disastrous defeat. He had already experienced it once on Huxin Island.

Then the Emerald Knight looked up at Tester.

"You are not willing to fate, but willing to bow to the other side?" The Emerald Knight asked.

This is the first time in the history of Test that the knight of the lake has spoken. The voice of the other party is buzzing under the helmet, so that he cannot hear men, women, and children.

"Which side?" Tester frowned, and the dark green light flashed with dissatisfaction.

The young Viscount also got out of the way, anyway, he just died here-he didn't even think about the punishment of returning all things-he just handed the sword out here, just to figure out why the monster always kept on He can't get through.

"The world is full of rebellion. It was originally understandable, but it was foolish to take advantage of it," the Emerald Knight replied.

"You mean that all things come together for a while?" Tester asked. "I'm just using them."

"Weakness--" The Jade Knight took his sword, turned and walked towards the river, dropping such a sentence. Tester watched the weird knight step by step on the stone bridge, and threw the Lionheart sword in the cold river water.

At that moment he almost thought the other party was crazy, but immediately he calmed down again.

What does the other person have to do if he is crazy?

The last word of the knight of the lake echoed in his mind repeatedly-weak? Tester felt that he was indeed weak, but he suddenly smiled bitterly, but could not help but think about how he should deal with the punishment of returning all things together.

He looked up again to see the culprit that caused him trouble.

But the emerald knight was long gone.

...

For a girl such as Freya from the Butch countryside, the days at the King's Knight Academy seemed to be faster than elsewhere. The dead leaves on the tree seemed to be a golden red yesterday, but in a blink of an eye It was already bare.

This was a break between trainings, and the future Valkyrie sat alone on the stone steps in a daze.

The girl rested her chin on the hilt, hugged the sword with her hands, and watched the dark black mountain shadow distant outside the college. When she saw the shadows of the bare trees, she realized the coming of winter—almost half a year has passed since she came here!

The girl thought a little bit dreamily.

Regarding the life here from being extremely uncomfortable to slowly getting used to it, the change of mindset made her almost ignore all the changes around her, with lush summer leaves, red autumn leaves, winter leaves withered, and the year passed.

But her daily life has become as boring as a monk. In order to become stronger, she has almost eliminated all activities. Every day, the cycle between training-rest-training-rest, the future Valkyrie almost desperately wants to reach his goal-

She didn't even think she could tell whether it was for everyone in Butch or just because the young man expected of herself. But Freya couldn't help but jump in her heart every time she thought of Brando's gentle and concerned eyes, as if she couldn't breathe.

Sometimes she felt so embarrassed that she was so embarrassed, but she couldn't get rid of the other's shadow.

"Brando, Brando ..."

She said the name unconsciously and did not notice that someone had come to her. Then the future Valkyrie was startled, raised her head-she saw the horsewoman with the black shawl pressing her sword and standing in front of her face solemnly-her face turned red.

Freya stood up a little overwhelmed, and for a moment didn't know where to put her hands.

"What's wrong?" Nimesis looked at her with her head tilted.

"No ... nothing ..." Freya lowered her head and replied consciously, she felt that she would not even believe it.

But the severe female knight did not blame her this time, asking why she was not alert.

She came over, put her hand to her forehead without saying a word, and her palms were cold-this intimate move made Freya stiffen, scaring the future Valkyrie almost turned and fled-but she looked To Nemesis's dark, concerned eyes, he froze.

"Homesick?" Nimesis put down her hand, no expression on her face, but asked in a low tone.

"No ..." Freya shook her head, but suddenly nodded again. She thought that if she didn't follow the words of the other person, it would be difficult to explain what she was doing there.

"Freya, you're such a fool--" She scolded herself secretly in her heart: "You can't even lie, obviously, that guy can lie and not beat his heart!"

Nimesis watched the lady start to take another look at herself, and sighed, probably guessing what the other party was thinking. But instead of asking more, she put her hand under the shawl and pulled out a letter:

"His letter."

"Brando's letter?" Freya snapped, then blurted out. But she immediately realized that something was wrong and covered her mouth subconsciously-it was a bit of a taste to cover up.

There was a smile on Nimesis's expressionless face. This was the first time Freya smiled when she saw her: "Is it called Brando, lucky guy--"

"Fortunate ... what lucky ..." Freya lowered her head, feeling that her ears were about to burn. She justified it with a voice that was so thin that she could hardly even hear it, but she hurriedly took the letter. , A careful look.

At this time, the two heard a gurgling sound of carriage wheels, and a sudden noise rang from the avenue on the outside of the college, but at this time, few people had returned from the outside. Both were attracted by the voice and turned back invariably.

They immediately saw a white carriage, breaking through the early morning mist like a ghost, and slowly entering the college. Then it slowly passed not far from the two, and entered the depths of the academy-that direction was Freya knowing that it was the residence of Her Royal Highness Princess, and there was a royal knight to guard it, and most people could not enter.

"That's ..." she whispered.

Nimesis saw the shield-shaped article on the carriage, and the violets on it were so eye-catching. She looked for a while and turned back to the avenue: "The man from Lantoni Lan is another lucky guy."

The horsewoman's tone was a bit bad.

"What?" Freya stunned.

"Nothing," Nimesis shook her head, and her long beautiful black hair kept Freya envious: "You just focus on your own affairs, Freya, you make progress quickly, don't be discouraged— — "

"Thanks ... thanks."

The horsewoman stopped for a while, and thought of something again: "Yes, did that guy come to see you later?"

Freya froze, and then realized that the other was talking about the second son of Earl Bakerberg. Since Nimesis reminded her, she broke off with the other party, but did not expect the other party to gather a group of people. Make her trouble.

In the end, I did n’t know why she was known by the knight. She personally taught them, and the second son of Count Beckberg was almost even expelled from the college.

However, this matter was later left. Although Freya was a little ignorant, she also knew that it was the result of compromise. But she was already grateful. By comparison, she was just a civilian.

But what's the reason for bringing this up now?

She raised her head and looked at Nimesis in puzzlement.

(***. I don't know how many more today, guys, let's play a quiz game.)