"When did you start wielding swords, don't you look down on those martial artists who wield swords and spears?"

Arrin broke free from the tight embrace and smiled at Avis.

For a moment, all the Ackert clan, including King Lim's army and Wright, opened their mouths in surprise.

The two know each other???

"You are, it turns out that your boy's surname is Limu, and he is still a prince. Didn't you say that you were a nobleman in a small country, the kind that didn't even have a hereditary title?"

Avis smiled lightly, and it seemed that this battle could have been avoided.

"Yes, Limu is a small country. We don't have any dukes that we have issued now, and we don't have a few fiefs. Isn't it just a small country through and through?"

Arrin replied, as if such a bickering was commonplace between the two of them.

At this time, a middle-aged man, who had also taken off his helmet, walked quickly to the middle of Arrin and Avis.

Before Wright could react further, the middle-aged man took out a brown paper bag from his clothes, then quickly opened it and pulled out a piece of parchment letter and read it out:

"As a token of apology to the Akts, King Lim has appointed his first heir, Yarrin Limu, to take charge of all the details of the peace talks. He also promised not to carry out further crusades against the Akts, hoping to maintain the longest friendship with the Akts.

Book of the Third Age of the Apocalypse, January 12, 1228.

King of Limu: Balk Lim

"Well, peace talks, the battle is over?"

Wright still didn't recover from the shock, and the momentum that had been planning to break the kettle suddenly fell into decay.

"Yes, dear Lord Wright, it's over. ”

Arrin patted Wright on the shoulder and said with a smile.

"But those brothers we sacrificed, can a peace talk solve the problem?"

Wright snarled uncontrollably.

In the past two days, he has worked hard to make himself a leader, light-hearted, cheerful and optimistic.

It's not that he is indifferent to the lives of his own people, it's just that he doesn't want to let the sadness expand and let his emotions affect the entire tribe.

Now when I heard this ending that I didn't expect, my emotions suddenly got out of control.

Arrin stopped the middle-aged knight who was about to step forward to stop Wright, cleared his throat and said:

"Yes, Lord Wright.

That's what I'm here for, and I hope to get a result that everyone is happy with.

No one wants to see war, to see death. But those who are alive have to take the next step.

Don't forget, too, we've lost a lot of heartfelt warriors and subjects.

And I'm standing here to make amends for the mistakes we've made.

Even if you may not believe it, our family had no idea about the behavior of my stupid bastard brother.

If it weren't for the reminder of a powerful friend of my father yesterday, we might not even know now that our Limu Nation Raiders had been requisitioned. ”

Avis stood aside, silently watching his brother cry out in frenzy, as if it was the first time he had seen Wright in such pain in his memory, even when he woke up after the previous crossing, he was only holding back tears.

Turning his head to look at Arrin again, Avis was full of thoughts.

This is Avis's classmate at Monique City, the capital of the Chaya Empire, at Garrod College.

The remembered Yarlin called himself Arrin Kot. Tall, sunny, humorous, and his long, light hair that is draped around is particularly dazzling.

Arrin claimed to be the illegitimate son of a declining aristocracy, generous and passionate about martial arts. The sharp sword that always hangs diagonally, a pair of youthful and gentlemanly style, is quite popular in the academy.

The original owner's introverted personality is much more low-key, but his amazing magical talent also causes a sensation in the academy from time to time.

The same brilliance made the two very good friends. For a long time, the two were inseparable, but neither revealed their identities to each other, but they just tacitly understood it.

......

After some negotiations, the negotiations were held in a council chamber that was only open to important people by the Akts, with the participation of the Patriarch Ania himself.

Yarlin only left the table at the beginning, setting the tone for the negotiations. After all, when it comes to the real amount of compensation and the exchange of benefits, his think tank knows far better than him.

"Avis, I thought I wouldn't see you again until school started, but I didn't expect it to be so soon!"

At this time, Arrin had already infiltrated Avis's room, and was rummaging through the various bottles and cans in his laboratory, without any restraint as a guest.

"I didn't expect you to be the prince of the Lim Kingdom who wanted to destroy our race. ”

Ives replied lukewarmly.

"My God, you're still mad at me.

How many times have I explained that this thing was not made by me, nor by my father, but by your stupid brother-in-law.

I didn't know at all. I can swear that if I tell half a lie, I'll be burned in the ass every day by that old man Lev who teaches elemental basics. ”

Yarlin immediately jumped to his feet and hurriedly explained.

"Okay! I'm just joking. Of course, if there is a lie, I don't mind watching you get your ass burned every day. ”

Ives finally smiled and said with a smile.

"Seriously, your tribe is really different from other places.

This visit was really an eye-opener for me.

Let's just say that your architecture, the arrangement of the stones, and the skill are even better than in some parts of our castle.

Also, the layout of your tribe is really fantastic.

I've also seen two waterways, sewage and irrigation, and it's amazing.

Have you ever been to any other place, I have seen tribes that are much larger than yours, and even chieftaincy villages with many tribes that are not as reasonable as you have arranged? ”

As always, Yarlin could gush as soon as he spoke. This kind of enthusiastic kung fu is beyond the reach of even today's Avis.

"You're so annoying!

Avis plucked out his ears and said to the noisy guest.

"Seriously, I haven't seen you with a sword, how did you figure it out, affected by the glory of the knight?"

Arrin continued to babble while continuing to rummage through Avis's lab.

"If you're looking for Yan Yanshi again, it's not in my room. ”

Avis found a high-backed chair made of gold velvet, sat down slowly, and spoke.

As if he had not yet adapted to such a style of dialogue, Arrlin's body froze slightly, and then he straightened his woolen coat and returned to his usual casual state again.

"I'm just curious, I want to see why this coward Reina is so interested in this thing called Yan Yanshi?"

Arrin brushed aside some of the loose equipment with his hands, cleared a clearing, and sat down.

"I don't know. Actually, I guess even Wright hasn't seen what Yan Yanshi looks like. I don't know exactly what it does. Ives tried to keep his tone as gentle as he could.

"Alright!" Arrin spread his hands, then stood up and patted the dust. "I'm just curious. ”

Ives was noncommittal, still teasing with a smile: "You hope to meet Mr. Lev less this semester!"

After chatting for about half an hour, Arrin left Avis's room, inviting his fellow magician to visit his castle once he had time. claimed that his father also admired this fifteen-year-old magician a lot, and wanted to meet him.

......

The negotiations lasted for about two full days, and except for the patriarch and Wright, who were still fighting for some vital interests, the rest of the people's lives went on as planned.

Arrin did not come back to the Akt tribe the next day, saying that he would not come again for a while because there were other important matters in the family that he needed to attend.

Without the threat of war, laughter broke out again throughout the tribe.

There was the sound of young boys and girls playing

There are also cries of bear children being chased and beaten by adults after soiling their new clothes.

From time to time, the cries of the hostess after cooking dinner were heard again, looking for the children and her husband to come back for dinner.

Avis sat alone on a small hill at the entrance of the village, which had been carved smooth by fine sand and wind.

Avis, who is only over 15 years old, is not too conspicuous compared to his peers in the tribe.

It's just a young face that has just grown, plus dark brown deep eyes and long flowing blond hair that is still loved by girls.

At this time, the melancholy Avis was more like a troubadour than a decisive magician.

In the past two days, he has not continued to cultivate, nor has he tried to meditate again. Just silently recalled all the lives and memories of the original owner one by one.

"It seems that Avis Alkert used to be a nerd who simply delved into his own world!

There are many things that now seem to be not as he had shown them to be.

Alas...... There's a long way to go!"