Vol 6 Chapter 456

The young man didn't move, but the Knights of the Dark Armor got up and chased in that direction. Sir Rosburn pulled his collar and seemed to want to follow him, but the young man beside him grabbed his arm:

"You can't go."

"Trouble is getting her off!"

"She can't run away, calm down, my friend, that little girl has at most the strength of the black iron ranks. If those Bancian knights are not very useful, at least they won't be able to do this little thing. "

When Rossburn thought about it, he calmed down: "You said the same thing, get ready, I'll accompany you to the square."

The young man smiled slightly.

"Although I don't know where the Earl is sacred, he is proud enough that I want to play a mortal person myself."

He tilted his head: "This feeling is, to be honest, strange."

"This is not a simple human. Be careful, he walks quite close to William and Tulaman."

"It should be worrying about the gray mages. I heard that the fortress designed and built by mortals has some unique features."

Rosburn could not help but smile when he heard the meanness in Buga's population.

That fortress that mortals take pride in is a joke.

...

The square outside the main entrance of Firthenburg has long been crowded with people. The snow is getting worse, and the knight statue above the central fountain has a thick layer of snow, as if a thick cushion is added to the bronze shoulders, and the helmet is long Also stained with white.

In the nearby bars, people crowded towards the window, and Noah's square was silent, everyone seemed to be waiting for someone to appear.

Heinf sat at the bar by the window, staring at the snow on the window lattice that was melting into water stains.

He felt as if he had bid farewell to the wizard so much that he had begun bad luck and had not found his brother. The firtree fortress told him that Mr. Klin Montolo had been moving out for several days. The fir collar is so big, of course he can't find it little by little.

To make matters worse, the north's road to Palas and Jean-dénell was congested by the rebels. Before he left Eruin, he was still intact. He was extremely worried about his father who was still in Vladapas But to no avail.

After all, even if the rebels did not surround the fortress of Paris. As an emerging aristocracy close to the royal family, he had no choice at this moment.

Maybe we can only wait for the end of the war, but the prospects are slim.

Even Her Royal Highness was trapped in the absence of Denel's news, and several of Earl Toniger's capable men, including the lady of the staff, were not at the fir collar at the moment.

For a while, the young man felt a little helpless. He thought that he had encouraged Rollint when he was in Sarnan, but he didn't expect that the situation of the two of them had fallen so quickly.

In distress, he can only find a bar to drink here, while thinking about his future plans. All in all, you must first confirm the whereabouts of your father, if he has really died in Frada. Then I have to find a way to take my brother away.

If His Royal Highness could be revived in the future, should he give his family a place?

Just as Hainfu was going to get drunk, news about the Earl came back.

As if from that moment, he started to transfer.

He found that he seemed to have chosen a sensible position. In just a quarter of an hour, there were several people who wanted to ‘spend a great price’ in exchange for his position.

There was also a hot female swordsman who gave him a bold wink.

However, after a painful decision, the young man flatly rejected him. For the first time, he could see the hero he admired up close for the first time.

"Mr. stingy, is that all right?" The female swordsman, who claimed to be named Claudia, sat beside him. Squeeze with him and say in his ear with a husky voice.

"Miss Claudia ..."

Although the female swordsman was just average, she was still wearing thick leather armor. But it is difficult to hide the hot body. Heinf only felt dry and dry. He wasn't the first brother without personnel, but it was a bit too much.

"Don't care," the female swordsman interrupted with a smile. "It doesn't look like you are a native of Toniger, and you are also interested in that Earl?"

"Aren't you not a native, too?" Hayev stammered.

"Don't you know, I'm a mercenary. At Toniger, there is no mercenary who doesn't respect the Earl. His battle in Fir collars was for us.

When Hainff saw the admiration of the female swordsman, he couldn't help but wonder: "But didn't the fir collar expel many mercenaries and adventurers?"

"Those infamous guys, how many normal people do you think would welcome them? Tonigers do it. I clap my hands," Claudia replied disapprovingly.

Hainff was so surprised, he nodded silently.

There was a commotion in the crowd. Heinf also saw a crowd of horses appearing in the direction of Firthenburg, and more than a dozen black knights crowded out of the gate behind the suspension bridge.

"Master Lord is out!"

Someone in the crowd shouted.

Heinf was excited for a moment, and even forgot the fragrant scenery around him. He grabbed the window lattice and almost poked out, so that he could clearly see what the legendary Earl was like.

The crowd was also agitated, and the whispered talk seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and then people spontaneously recited the word and name of the word of mouth, and the humming voice gathered into a flood:

"Count Tongel."

"Descendants of Swordmaster Darus."

"Our Lord Lord."

It seems that just such a title can eliminate all the anxieties and fears they have had in recent days.

That was the pride of the Tonigels, and this pride made them understand that as long as its owner has not left them, all the difficulties of today will be a thing of the past.

Become a memory of yesterday

"Master Lord!"

"Master Lord!"

The spontaneous shouts are like mountain tsunami, one after another.

Heinf himself felt bloody, as if all difficulties were gone. The Count was naturally invincible. What did the Bugatians do before him?

He also joined the call.

But the female swordsman asked in his ear: "Have you ever seen that Earl?"

"Ah, this isn't." Hainff was a little excited, "but I have heard every rumor of him that he is the greatest knight of our kingdom in this era."

"Yeah," the female swordsman set her sights in that direction, too. "I also saw him only once a year ago. Lord Earl is a very special nobleman."

The young man rode on a highland from Golan Elson and calmly enjoyed the shouting of the crowd.

"I'm a little surprised," he turned back, and said to Sir Roseburn aside, "This mortal should have such a high reputation here, he must be a good guy."

"Mortal people see this as a power," Rosburn replied with a cold face. "Therefore there are so many deceitful people, but they don't understand what is real power."

When the young man heard the words, he smiled and shook his head.

Klin dragged Rollint among the enthusiastic crowd, trying to get closer to the Earl, but doing so was futile, Brando shook his head helplessly, stretched his finger, and an invisible force separated the crowd. So that they can continue to move forward.

The snow was getting worse and worse, and the sky was white.

Brando was not as good as two teenagers. He had quietly put on the hood, and Akane had pulled up the gray hood when she saw it, and stood behind him.

Both saw Earl Toniger in the distance.

"Sir, would you like to squeeze in?" Albert frowned. "That guy must be fake!"

"Of course he is fake." Akane gave Albert a violent shudder: "Does this still need you to say?"

"Sister's head, I ..." Albert felt that he was injustice. Did he know that he was angry when he brought up the Lord, not for his enemies.

"Why is Miss Yuta there," Qian frowned, and whispered, "Is she cheated, or is she being coerced?"

"That's not her."

Brando shook his head.

His face had sunk, and he turned to Albert and others and said, "Albert, you take the Gray Wolf Mercenary Corps to Firthaw Fort first, but don't act lightly. If there are enemies, you should find out Firthaw Fort first. What happened, what happened to Miss Yuta. "

"Master, leave it to me." Albert nodded immediately, whistling, and took the rest of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Regiment and turned away in the other direction.

"Am I going too?" Qian asked the halberd in her hands tightly.

"No," Brando shook his head. "Let's wait and see what this guy wants to do."

He looked up, looking glumly at the direction of Firburg Castle.

He must first determine which enemies are behind him. The opponent can go deep into Tonigel to play such a performance, and it must be more than just the local nobles who are behind the south.

Rawlint and Klinn in the front crowd shivered subconsciously.

"what happened?"

"Why didn't that wizard follow?" Klin touched his neck and looked strangely behind him. "Isn't he with you?"

"Leave him alone," Rawlint thought about whether to run away, but after thinking about it, he gave up this futile plan: "He is a weird guy."

Klin shrugged. "Let's go faster. It's very close to Lord Earl. Oh my god, I can talk about it now, and those guys dare to pretend to be senior qualifications in front of me."

Rawlint sneered at this little guy's mentality, but he had some faint excitement himself. Although things in the north annoyed him, at least that wasn't what happened right now?

…… (To be continued.)