Vol 4 Chapter 29

Once the war is on the agenda, the preparations are like a wild horse with a sling off, running forward. ([]) Tonigel entered combat readiness early, the White Lion infantry began to enrich its staffing, and since Matthias returned to the territory, the training of the wind shooter was also on the agenda.

Under the princess' instruction, the lords adjacent to Tonigel also began to recruit private aristocratic troops, most of whom were originally hostile to Fir. But since Count Denel became the opposite of the kingdom at once, the number of flaming gangsters has also increased.

For these people, Brando, although he did not wait to see, was not to be shut out.

The moon of Xia Hao passed by, and before the moon of the scroll came, there was a breath of fire on the earth. The rising temperature burned the leaves, and the sun licked the ground in the south.

Vlada and the Army of the Southern Army finally arrived on schedule, but before the last summer of the summer, Brando was still appropriate to calm his leaders from a sense of tension and agitation. Prior to the last few weeks, he had Fir collar hold the Championship of Fire Festival as scheduled.

This kind of competition corresponds to the winter hunting festival. The formal meaning is slightly weaker, but because of the open supply of wine, it attracts nearby large and small lords and knights.

The venue for the game is just outside of Firthenburg, and the hustle and bustle of the stadium has ignited the entire territory.

But for some quiet places, they still remain relatively independent.

The thin wooden walls separate the hustle and bustle of the ocean from the quietness of the bar, but the whistle of mercenaries occasionally invades this relatively independent space, and the hall is filled with the unique taste of boiled meat and spices Although pungent, Dang has a strong feeling of home.

There are several wooden tables with unique names written in maple cards: for example, Brando, Roman, Antitina, etc., are owned by the owner or a close friend. The sign outside the hotel seems to be brand new. There is a barge with the motif "Master Smuggling's Smuggling Anchor". Such a vulgar name is naturally exclusive to someone.

However, the layout of the bar was relatively warm, and Akane was sitting at a wooden table near the southwest corner. Seeing more and more people gather outside—those mostly young men of the White Lions Corps, or local leaders, farmers—since the refugees began to flood into Tonigel, the renewed expansion of the White Lion Corps was far more than just a card When Gris joined, there were thirty or forty people. In addition, as more and more settlers settled in the territory, tenant farmers, traders, and craftsmen began to flood the fields of the fir collar.

At this moment, the championship game before the Summer Festival is being staged in the open space outside the bar. Now it is the archery competition. There are many beautiful tree elf girls on the field. Therefore, the crowd of onlookers also maintained an unprecedented scale.

She looked back and saw a young girl in silver armor put a bunch of daisies next to a wooden plate, then folded her hands, closed her eyes and prayed silently. Such a picture was reflected in Akane's eyes, she looked at it quietly, and then asked, "Is she called Beth?"

Freya opened her eyes, and her brown eyes showed a sad look. She nodded silently: "Beth likes to be lively. This archery game must be her favorite. It can be compared with the legendary tree elves. Compete ... "

"Please don't be sad, Miss Freya, the living always has to move on. In the past ... the veterans often warned us that death is just a stone with no name, but the living has to carry more things over it Trekking, so we have to be strong, "Qian consoled.

"Sorry, I also understand, but I don't always think of the past, especially at this time." The girl from the Butch countryside blinked slightly, and she sighed: "Sometimes I really want to go back to that time Let time come again. How good it would be without war ... "

"I can understand ..." Akane replied carefully.

"Ok?"

Akane looked at Freya and thought about it, and said, "Because from childhood to age, I have experienced many battles. Every battle. Almost all my companions have died, some are new people who haven't known each other for a long time, some It was a close friend who spent time with each other. When I was a child, I cried every time for this. It caused a lot of jokes. But gradually, I became familiar with life and death. "

"How can ...?" Freya stunned slightly, looking back at the girl next to herself in wonder-Akane looked a little younger than her, but her experience seemed more mature.

"I'm a mercenary, who lives for money and survival. People like us will die in the next battle sooner or later. It's like a natural ending for us. I never had any complaints. "Qian seems to remember her past too. She held the wooden cup, shook the golden liquid inside, and said quietly," But because of an accident, Lord Lord will change from this life for me, let me know how to return Have another life. "

"I don't know if I should thank Lord Lord. I can understand Lord Lord's mind more or less. What he wants me to pursue .... But what else can I do besides fighting?"

"So by comparison, I would rather be myself than others and die peacefully."

"I'm sorry," Freya suddenly said.

"Huh?" Qian was confused.

"Sorry, Akane, I never knew your life. I think I want to go back to the past, maybe too selfish, Brando is right, if you don't fight for it yourself, no one can give us what we want. A quiet and peaceful life, "Freya replied quietly." The Eruins are far from being comfortable with ease. "

The mercenary girl stared blankly at her.

Some things that Freya had gradually begun to understand were still a fog in front of her.

At this time, the general shouting of a mountain tsunami broke out outside the house, and the door of the bar was knocked open. Romain rushed in with a large basin and yelled, "Metisha took the first place again! The malt is sold out, please come and help!"

"Be careful!" Freya hurriedly reminded.

"I know, I know," and then a scream came from the kitchen: "Ah, my barbecue!"

Brando shook his head helplessly and walked in from the outside, but he looked in a good mood and looked at Freya and Qian with a smile: "Two beautiful ladies, don't you go out and celebrate with everyone, our little Her Royal Highness won the title of archery first. "

The future Valkyrie stared at him with wide eyes, "Brando, what are you wearing!"

"Military uniform, Eruin's cavalry uniform. How's it look, isn't it?" Brando raised his hand holding the barbecue, and there were just a few obvious greasy marks on the dark blue uniform—at first glance it was something People wiped the traces of their hands on it.

"You ... how can you wipe your hands on the military uniform, which represents the majesty of the kingdom and is the greatest glory of a soldier. Brando you ... you are too much!" Freya was about to get angry, and forgot about it for a while Sad before.

"Oh, this ... for the time being," Brando replied innocently.

"Good, good!"

"Ha, Freya, you'll be busy first. I'll go out and take a look." Brando sees the future Valkyrie going to attack. Obviously, what the young lady has learned at the King's Knight Academy made her sense of honor a little too much. Now, hurriedly haha, ready to flash people.

"Stop it for me, Brando!"

At this time, whoever stood and who was a fool, Brando understood this deeply. He had come to show Freya and Akane about this cavalry uniform, but he did not expect that the purpose of the show was achieved, but the final result was a little bit Unexpectedly.

Fortunately, this little thing can't destroy his good mood at the moment.

Cavalry uniform on him. It was produced by Fir collar's own cotton spinning and dyeing workshops. Except that the cotton was transported by Ampersel, this military uniform was almost exclusively from Toniger.

This once barren, barren land, with almost nothing to produce except silver.

The root of the change is the increase in population. Because of the well-preparedness in the previous war, a large number of refugees poured in or were transported into Tonigel, and the food reserves from Ampelsel quickly transformed the increasing population into a usable labor force.

Two months ago, cotton spinning workshops, dye workshops, blacksmith workshops, copper shops, clay and pottery, and even weapons and armor bureaus were established under the auspices of Burrow. After nearly half a year of careful management, Tonigel is no longer that remote wilderness, instead, it has gradually started to produce some necessary products on its own.

The first is food and weapons, and a small amount of luxury goods.

After the storm season, business activities with the North gradually became more frequent. Sailing ships from Greywind Harbor and Ampelsel with white sails moored in the newly-built deep-water pier in Port Gries. Smell-savvy merchants have also begun to discover the potential of the local area. Since entering the New Moon, more and more merchants have been living in the port on a monthly basis.

There is a large number of artisans here and there. Just a few days ago, Brando also met with a group of dwarf enchanters from the Montenegro region, most of whom were also refugees from the war. It is said that the war between the North and Golden-Maned Toquinine has begun to affect normal business activities. The eldest son of Wang seems to be forced to fight the Lions directly under the persecution of the temple.

This is exactly the opportunity for the South to grow and develop.

Brando looked around, and the carriage carrying the goods ran on the avenue near Firthow Castle, and the fields on the forest border were no longer barren. And working farmers can be seen everywhere. As early as a year or even half a year ago, all this is undoubtedly impossible to see in Tonigel.

And all this is what he, everyone worked together to bring.

He looked up, watching the knights with horses in the distance holding the winner's pennant and running around the crowd. That silver flag with lilies embroidered on it fluttered high in the wind. A thousand years ago, it fluttered like this, and a thousand years later, it flew over the earth again.

People cheered like a landslide.

Brando saw the Silver Elf princess lifted up by the Tree Elf girls, and she looked at the flag from afar, and there seemed to be something sparkling in her eyes.

"Metisha!"

"Metisha!"

The leaders shouted and held up their wine glasses. The cottages of the Grudin era can no longer be seen on both sides of the street. With the help of the Red Dragon Mercenary Corps and the workers of Oldham, a flat street was built along Firthong Fort. The masters and children around the house had a contented smile on their faces.

As he passed the street, someone recognized him, and a large group of leaders bowed in homage to him sincerely. Brando also responded casually. To be honest, he has gradually become accustomed to such a life, and no longer feels embarrassed by being saluted.

Those modern cognitions seem to be gradually diminishing. But deep in the soul. The pride of advanced civilization still supports his words and deeds, at least he will never think that this respect and pride is inherent.

He put a copper coin in the hands of a little girl around him. This copper coin meant a blessing from the Lord Lord before the summer. The little girl flushed with excitement and ran to the woman holding the copper coins in her hands. Perhaps it was her mother, who paid homage to the girl with the money in the hands of the little girl.

"Master Lord!"

"Master Lord!"

The shouting soon changed to another voice, and the residents of Fir Lord paid their respects to the new Lord Lord who brought them all.

Brando narrowed his eyes. He knew that such satisfaction was illusory and temporary for all, and even earlier, people were still restlessly asking about the war that was coming.

In this turbulent age, everyone is trying to keep a temporary security around him.

There is nothing wrong with this, except that Eruin is far from stable. Some people must bleed and even give their lives in order to protect others, but at least he wants to protect such an Eruin.

He walked through the crowd. Go to Her Royal Highness. Griffin was watching all this in silence, and the horsewoman was beside her, her hand resting on the sword. But Brando felt that the other party was looking at himself indifferently. In fact, Nimesis didn't feel as much as it did when he tightened every nerve in Ampelsel.

Under such an atmosphere, how can people get nervous?

"They like you very much, Mr. Brando. If there is anyone in Eruin who can be regarded as a model of the ancient nobility, then you can definitely find such qualities in you." Princess Griffin's eyes sparkled, Slightly touched.

"This is the ideal of Her Royal Highness. All of Eruin can no longer be trapped by poverty, war and disaster. Butch's tragedy will not repeat itself," Brando replied.

Princess Griffin blinked. "Mr. Brando, I understand that this is a little too ideal. But at least I want to change this kingdom from the situation at hand .... In the north, even in Jean-Denell, Viero and many other places The scourge caused by the war and the aristocracy itself continues. The descendants of the ancestor Ek did nothing. "

"Yes, so Tonigel will not settle for long. Everyone must fight and sacrifice for his future."

"Is Mr. Brando ready?"

"Just wait to persuade Duke Viero."

...

Meditha was tossed by the enthusiastic elf girls for a while before she put it down. The silver elf little princess has not experienced such a scene in this life plus the previous life, and was disheveled. A small face was almost red enough to drip blood.

As soon as she landed, she was afraid of revenge. The tree elves blew a whistle, and immediately rushed away. The winner of our archery contest almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Antinina quickly hugged her hand and hugged her. "The gang of dead girls." The lady staff shook her head, and handed down the silver bow of Medina.

"Thank you, Sister Antitina," said Medicea with anxiety.

But she raised her head and glanced at the high-flying banner of the Silver Elf Royal Family in the distance. I don't know how many years this flag has not appeared so brightly in people's field of vision.

The moment she held the bow, she felt as if she had returned to the past. In the wilderness, the silver warhorse galloped, and the horn sounded for a long time, as if resonating with the vast earth.

Antinina looked at the silver elf princess for a moment. She thought about what she thought, sighed, and put a cloak on her. Although it was midsummer, she was as easily ill after the hot sweat and cold wind blown. She was already used to doing these details for Brando, and she forgot that Medina was just a hero.

Meditating for a moment, she looked at Antitina with a touch of affection: "Thank you very much, Sister Antitina."

"This is the second time." Antitina shook her head and didn't care.

"No, because I think of my elder sister." Meditha answered seriously.

"Is it?"

"Well, it's more gentle. Like my sister I imagined, um, that's it ..." The silver elf little princess smiled sweetly.

Antinina gave her a closer look, and she also heard some stories from Medisat, knowing that the relationship between her and her sister might not be so harmonious. She reached out and straightened the hair on the girl's forehead and replied, "About the royal family. That's it ..."

"Is the royal family?" Matissa thought for a moment and looked at Antitina: "Yes, Sister Antitina, Lord Lord still can't find the reason?"

"Well." Miss Aide also remembered this and shook her head: "Miss Aroz has also checked for me, but I am not of any blood of the golden people. At that time, it was about the protection of Lord Martha. . "

"Master Martha's blessing?"

Meditis looked at Antitina. Suddenly asked, "Sister Antietina, what about your necklace?"

"Necklace ..." Antitina stunned slightly and pressed her chest subconsciously. "Necklace?"

"Yeah, I used to wear that necklace before. Did n’t I bring it with me until I went to Ampelsel? I remember seeing it once in the Sea of ​​Flashes." Matissa whispered Answered.

"Well ... I was lost before, what happened?"

"Nothing." The silver elf princess smiled slightly. "I didn't expect that the careful sister Antinina also lost something, and told the Lord Lord. He must not believe it."

"No need," Antitina hurriedly replied, "Master Lord is busy preparing for the war with Count Jeanne, these little things. Don't bother him anymore."

"Is it?"

The lady assistant nodded slightly.

Medisa thought for a moment, and seemed to want to say something more. But it was at this time that there was a hustle and bustle in the corner of the field. The crowd over there seemed to be a commotion, and the attention of both of them was attracted in the past.

However, compared with Metisha, Antitina is just an ordinary person after all. The silver elf princess quickly identified what was going on there.

"Well," she whispered softly.

"What's wrong?" Antitina looked in vain in that direction and asked, turning her head back.

"Some strange guys are here."

Muttera murmured.

...

For the Tosangcard Forest, the rainy days that lasted for many days seemed to return to Maggietan and the surrounding area after a brief clearing.

For the residents of the Misty Forest, since the visit of Archduke Enrique. It seems that there are no good days to live. The gloomy sky that brings the rain is always hovering overhead, although the beginning of April and May is the rainy season in the Tossancade region.

But this year, it is too far off the mark.

The wooden fence door squeaked and raised in the heavy rain. A pair of cold eyes in the rain curtain watched the rain silently sliding down the fence door like a broken post from the tip. Fall, and then mix into muddy water.

The two attendants held up a cloak to cover the continuous rain for Count Denel. The privileged Count of the Kingdom silently watched the carriage on the suspension bridge drive out of the city under the guard's guidance, then he turned back and disappeared quickly above the city.

Grandpa Enrique held up the curtain of the window with one hand, retracted his gaze from that direction, and chuckled softly. The carriage's carriage fell into darkness again: "This old fox is really careful and greedy. Indecision and stubbornness are his greatest weakness."

"I'm afraid this is also the typical weakness of the nobles, Lord Duke." A woman's voice replied, "But finally convinced this guy, it is not a visit for nothing."

"When he regrets it." The husky voice smiled coldly.

"He just had no choice, but he may not be on our boat in good faith. Then again, how can a noble like this do not understand more profound truths." Grandpa Enrique shook his head.

"But Duke Cohen, this guy really isn't trustworthy, you better make plans." He reminded again.

"Already prepared," the husky voice answered grimly, "he's just a dead lamb."

Enrique nodded, and finally glanced in that direction with an inexplicable glance-the towering wall of Maggie Tan had only a faint shadow in the rain. Then he lowered the curtain and returned to darkness in the carriage.

And in a direction he did not see, Count Deneer was walking down the castle's spiral ladder accompanied by the knight. The dim light in the spiral corridor reflected his different faces. This once-incompetent kingdom has real power The count now seemed to be filled with icy doubts in every wrinkle.

"Master, you really intend to align with those things." A figure has already waited below, the noble youth looked up, and some can't wait to ask: "If we promise, we will have no way back."

Let Denell take a look at his second son: "Do we have a retreat now? It seems you haven't figured out your situation yet."

"No, I mean ..."

"Enough." Denner interrupted him impatiently: "I know what you want to say, and of course I will prepare early. Madara ... at least Madara ..."

He sighed: "Forget it, go and contact the Cruzs."

"Cruz?"

"There are always some things, let them know."

The Earl was silent for a moment, and replied quietly ... The third day! I went out to do something today, so much late! Ohhhh, that's it ~)

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