Vol 4 Chapter 26

Seasonal changes are unhurriedly around the port of Ampelsel. The increasingly dense forests are beginning to cover the green hills. Excavations outside the port have not completely covered the news. Since the artisan wizard of Buga left After that, rumors about the Azure Gun continued to spread.

"It's an eventful season."

Wood rubbed his eyebrows and stared at a sheet of stationery on a red wooden table. The paper was white, and it was a special product from the forest border in eastern Cruz, adjacent to the Clover Field. A slight scorching smell remained in the corner of the stationery, which was a unique trace of the magic mark left by the fire magic. This mark should be four pairs of winged eagles before it is erased, representing the Temple of Fire-or rather the highest-level classified document of the Cruz Empire.

He raised his head and sat by the redwood table for a while, staring at the opposite wall under his thick eyebrows for a moment. Then the temple's former high priest suddenly lit a golden flame in his hands. He shook his hands gently, burning the coke-shaped letter paper into a fly ash.

Wood carefully sorted out the embers on the table before he stood up and sorted out the golden sacrificial robes. The news in the secret letter proves the news circulating in the port in recent days, but in fact, he has taken all the relevant information from the young Count Tonigel.

The Eruin did not intend to conceal him, or at least not to conceal the apparent fact that the azure gun really exists in Ampelsel. But this is meaningless because the Bugatians have already taken it away.

Wood looked uncertain. Repeatedly pondered the information contained in this event. This I do not know is the decisiveness of His Royal Highness Princess Eruin. It is still the savvy of the young Earl, but the benefits they have obtained from the Bugatians with the Azure Gun are already obvious.

He couldn't help looking back and set his gaze out the window. Outside the window was the light red undulating roof in the port of Ampelsel. The verdant vines hung from the glass and divided the sunlight sprinkled on the red wooden table into strange shapes.

This is a lively city, but it no longer belongs to the Temple of Fire.

Wood didn't really feel anything about this. The temple made a mistake and should pay for it. The point is that at least this kingdom still believes in the Golden Yan Method, and their people have not deviated from their respect for the Temple of Yan, and for worldly interests. Wood hasn't been too concerned.

But what really worries him is inside the temple-no, it should be said that the high-level empire's heart for the azure gun. Greed can blind people's hearts, especially for those nobles. Even himself. It also suffered a lot.

But the letter's rhetoric seems that Her Majesty the Emperor himself should also move. After all, it is the azure lance, the most famous weapon in Cang's poem—at this level, it is not something he can change. In the previous position of the high priest, maybe I can think of some ways, but now it is not something he can worry about. I can only hope that the holders of the temple of the flame can be rational and see the king of flame. The real doctrine is here.

He sighed, took off the priestly hat and put it on his head, then opened the door. The knights who were loyal to the temple had long waited outside, and his deputy-no longer the former Guay monk. Since serving as the liaison between the Temple of Fire and the royal family of Eruin, his deputy has been replaced by a more savvy officer. The man must have been from a diplomatic agency at the core of the empire. Wood only needs to look at the details of his dress habit to raise his hands and feet-this man is named Peter, who is extremely slick, and immediately when he sees Wood, he deeply Lowering his head to reveal the shiny bald head, he respectfully greeted, "Master Sacrifice, is it about Holy Sword Odysseus?"

Wood glanced at him as if to see this guy through, then replied lightly, "This is the secret of the temple. I will tell you if necessary."

"I understand." Peter answered with a smile.

Wood turned back, the fragment of the Holy Sword Odysseus lost by Williams in the Battle of Ampelsel was not important in itself, and the temple agreed to use a new frigate and Brando to exchange the fragments of the Holy Sword. , But the key is the will and soul of the holy sword.

The identity of Earl Toniger is very special. There are even shadows of silver elves and dragons behind them, which makes the high level of the temple feel very tricky. Moreover, the other party did not seem to have the intention to join the empire. Therefore, the opinions of the high-level are not uniform. On the one hand, they should obey the choice of the King of Yan, on the other hand, they are much tougher.

This is another trouble.

For many years, the Yan Temple has been proud and indifferent to treat things outside. It has the idea of ​​assassins and even assassinations. Let's not talk about how ridiculous it is to assassinate a noble under the Yan Temple. What really makes Wood angry is that these people seem to have forgotten the teachings of the sages.

For the empire or the truth, a hundred years ago, this was not a problem for the Temple of Fire. Since Cruz's transformation, although the centripetal force of the empire has been increasingly strengthened, the weight of kingship has increased day by day, and it has begun to threaten Cruz's existence.

It is ridiculous that some people are not even aware of this problem.

What Wood wants to see today is still the representative of the northern nobles still stranded in the port of Ampelsel. Although one thing under the table is more onerous than one, for the affairs of staying in Eruin, it is still a war. Put it first.

For the war with Golden Mane Toquinine. I don't know if the eldest son of the king is fully prepared. Although he made a vow when he promised, the Sifaher family was already very injured in this war. Moreover, as a puppet, how much prestige it can have is still unknown.

The temple will never put much effort into a bet that is bound to fail. Wood could only hope that His Royal Highness the eldest son would understand this. Fortunately, he is a smart guy, and he must not be too naive.

He walked out of the door with his deputy, but it was exactly this time. A subordinate came to him and bowed. Road: "Master, there are special visitors."

"Special visitor?"

Wood stopped.

The bald Peter has stepped forward and wanted to catch people: "You guys, can't you see that the Lord High Priest has any business to do? Any visitor, as long as they are not guests from the Empire, let them wait a bit--"

Wood interrupted him and reached out to stop the guy. "Is this a guest from the Empire?"

Peter froze for a moment.

"Yes," answered the man respectfully.

"Let them wait, I'll be right there." Wood thought for a moment, and frowned.

But his voice did not fall, and a serious woman's voice rang: "No need. Lord Wood. You know the next habit, we have arrived."

Wood heard the sound, and for a moment, he looked up. Sure enough, I saw that woman with a great reputation in the Empire--

She came.

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It's different from the sunny area around Ampelsel. After crossing the vast Vlada Forest in the north and entering Piedarsson, the climate in the countryside became rainy. The heavy rains in recent days have caused the Mati River to soar, and the roads around Maggietan have become muddy and difficult to follow.

In the heavy rain, the black wraith-like carriage was bumping through the woods, the curtain of the window was raised to a corner, and in the dark carriage behind him, a vaguely white eye like dead fisheye stared motionless Overcast view from the window.

The gloomy clouds twisted like a shroud and hovered over the forest. Although it was noon, the sky was dark.

"Why does the leader of the sky go to Ampelsel? Declaring war on the Eruins?" Asked husky, then sneered. I think this joke is very interesting.

The sneer in the carriage shuddered, and after a while there was another voice interface: "I am afraid it is for the war in the north."

"If you think so, it's not far from the gallows. The Cruzians don't need to be distracted by a little Toquinine. They suffered a great deal in Ampersel and never wanted to give cloth Canaan dropped the handle. "The third person who spoke, his voice was calm, solemn and full of majesty.

As soon as he spoke, the others were silent.

"The Temple of Flames lost both face and arrogance at Ampelsel. On the surface, they did not please us, but in fact the final winner was neither us nor them." The voice paused: "Eyes Luin has a wise princess. "

"Master Duke." Only then did anyone dare to say, "You mean we have caught the attention of the Temple of Fire?"

"It's very likely that no one in Cruz will find anything wrong, do you really think you can be seamless?" The majestic voice answered.

"Then what should we do?"

No one answered, the carriage was silent for a moment, only the sound of the car creaking. After a while. At first, the husky voice said, "Just find a way to delay--"

"So that's what we are here for."

That majestic voice answered.

At this time, the carriage finally stopped during the march, and a green-black castle appeared in the rain curtain in front. The soldiers yelled at the battlements, but it was difficult for their voices to pass through the rain. The carriage door finally opened, and a swordsman in a cape jumped from above.

The swordsman looked up, and the bearded face under the hood looked like Enric or the Wandering Knights from the North, but if Brando would recognize his name here.

Eagle Swordsman, Djal.

"Open the gate, here is the most honorable guest of your earl." He shouted.

"Who are you?" Soldiers questioned from the head of the city.

"We are the ally he wants to see the most. Go tell him that if you don't want to be hanged by His Royal Highness, immediately open the door and let us in!" Djal answered proudly.

This question and answer was extremely rude, but the soldiers were about to attack, but the eagle swordsman threw something far behind the city. He watched the thing cross a beautiful parabola in the heavy rain and fell into the city before he shouted, "Give this thing to Jean-Dénell, he will understand!"

"Go, stupid!"

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