Chapter 428: Gathering yarn into twisting
In the middle of October, the Yuexi Plain can no longer feel the residual temperature of the scorching heat, and the breeze on the face and the wheat waves in the golden autumn are indeed the best scenery and scenery for pedestrians in a hurry.
The Golden Skylark Troupe marched on the avenue of the Moon Creek Plain, and today was the sixteenth day since they left Dusk West City.
"Speaking of fine wines, the first on the list should be Branta from Lone Rock City!
A stocky knight in his forties with a big rosacea, sitting on a horse, chatted to the people around him.
"The mountainous location of Lone Rock Castle has steep terrain and good light conditions, so it is particularly suitable for vineyards and wineries......"
Listening to the knight's loud analysis, Barbara, who was sitting in the carriage, pouted, opened the curtain and whispered to Randall, who was driving the carriage, "That Knight Captain Horn is really the commander of this escort operation?"
Randall didn't reply: "That's right, he is a senior commander in the Dusk West Knights, and this time he was ordered by the Dusk West Cabinet, commanding twenty-two knights and two hundred soldiers, responsible for escorting us to Lone Rock City." β
Barbara stared at the knight-captain, who was laughing and talking loudly on horseback, and asked with a frown, "Is there something wrong?" β
Randall waved the reins of his horse and said with a smile: "Don't guess, in the Silver Ring City incident, Knight Horn followed Lord Cumberland and left the Silver Ring Guard, and was the first batch of immigrants to join Twilight City. He is highly skilled in martial arts and loyal, and if it weren't for some words and deeds, he might have sat in the position of the head of the war group by now. β
Barbara asked curiously, "Words and deeds?"
Randall was about to explain when Horn's loud voice came from a distance, interrupting the conversation.
"Let's talk about the perfect wine, and then let's talk about the woman!"
Horn blinked mysteriously and asked, "Do you know where the most delicate-skinned woman in the world comes from?"
The onlookers listened to him play dumb riddles and urged him to quickly say the answer.
Seeing that he had whetted the appetite of others, Horn shrugged his nose, raised his head and said proudly, "Of course that's the woman of our Dusk City!"
"Why?!"
Horn blinked and raised an eyebrow: "Because only the women of Twilight City take a bath every day." β
In a burst of laughter, Barbara snorted in annoyance and pulled the curtain shut.
Randall scratched his head, looked at the Knight of the Twilight who was talking about spring not far away, and shook his head with a wry smile.
The Golden Skylark Troupe, which was sleepy and tired of people, stopped and chose a piece of high ground near the mountain stream between the mountains less than 70 kilometers away from Lone Rock City and built a lodging place.
Troupe members who travel between kingdoms have long made this kind of camping a regular occurrence. As for the soldiers of the Knights of the Dusk West, they didn't feel any inconvenience.
Barbara was dressed in an autumn hunting suit of the Lilielle brand, and when she got out of the carriage, she attracted the attention of countless men. The most excessive of them all was the chief of the guards, Knight Horn, who not only applauded loudly, but even whistled.
Ignoring these unpleasant glances and voices, Barbara approached the troupe's staff and asked where Randall was.
After asking around, she was finally told that Randall seemed to be heading in the direction of the top of the mountain.
Back in the carriage and changing into a pair of light shoes, Barbara slowly walked up the path behind the camp to the top of the hill, where she saw Randall sitting directly above a large rock, looking at the mountain in the distance.
"It's rare that you'll come here to be lazy. Barbara picked up the handkerchief, placed it on the stone, sat down next to Randall, and said with a smile, "I remember that your hometown is Lone Rock City, how does it feel to be back there?"
Randall's gaze didn't move, and he said softly, "It's like an old wound on a rainy day." β
"Strange metaphor. β
Barbara watched the last rays of sunlight in the eastern sky slowly disappear, and said to Randall, "Now, when this Lone Rock performance is over, will you apply for a vacation?"
"Vacation?"
"Well, we've been running around for His Majesty's Protestantism for the past few months, shouldn't we enjoy a short vacation?"
Randall lowered his head, thought for a moment, and nodded in response, "It's fine." β
Barbara was interested: "I heard that there are many famous attractions in Lone Rock City, such as the statue of the Holy Father, the stone of falling fire, and the Mokira Hotel that only accepts nobles!"
Randall said helplessly, "I've heard of Mochira, but we're not nobles. β
Barbara puffed out her chest: "Have you forgotten what I do? I'm a troupe actor, and any nobleman I can portray is more like a nobleman!"
Randall smiled slightly.
In a forest less than 100 meters away from them, two uninvited guests lurked quietly.
"I really didn't expect to meet the Golden Skylark Troupe here. β
The werewolf Aldnan looked at the backs of the man and woman on the top of the mountain, and said incredulously: "This may be the fate that the gods say." β
Seeing that the orcs beside him were silent, Aldenan turned his head and asked, "Carol, don't you think so?"
Carol didn't answer the other person's question, but just fixed her eyes on the woman's body, and didn't move for a long time.
Aldnan looked in the direction of Carol's gaze, rolled his eyes, and said, "Isn't this a good opportunity? These two are right now under our noses, as long as we sneak over, stun them, and take them away." In this way, Mr. Dunlop can make a deal with him, and I can avenge my last time in the woods!"
Carol shook her head desperately and said loudly, "No!"
Aldenan hurriedly gave him a gesture to silence.
Carroll leaned her back against the tree and said listlessly, "Can't give those two to Wayne." β
Aldenan stabbed Carroll with his elbow, his tone teasing, "Is it because of Miss Barbara? That's the popular star of the Golden Lark Troupe, the dream girl of all of Twilight...... You can't be serious, right?"
Carol glanced at the werewolf and whispered, "I once owed Miss Barbara a favor. β
"Oh? β
"When I used to work as a porter at the docks, I once accidentally broke a glass screen that the Golden Skylark Theatre Company had consigned, and according to the rules of the docks, I had to compensate the customer in full for the loss, but I couldn't pay that much at the time. β
"I don't know who told Miss Barbara about my home. She took the head of the troupe to the person in charge of the docks and told him that it was just a cheap prop for a stage play. β
Aldenan touched his chin with his furry wolf paws, and said with a malicious smile: "So, you are in love with her." β
Carol glared at the werewolf fiercely, "No, I owe her a favor!"
Aldenan raised his hands and pretended to surrender: "Okay, okay, count me as a slip of the tongue, you owe her a favor......"
Carroll snorted, and when she looked back at the man and woman, she found Barbara leaning her head on Randall's shoulder.
The orc closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "It's time to go." β
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At the same time, Lone Rock City, the study of the regent Jennings.
Looking at the military situation that the army had recently submitted, the regent Jennings frowned, his eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness.
military build-up, material transportation, ship supply, ...... The Ayyubid's imperial army has been moving more and more on the border lately.
"Could it be that these southerners want to start a war against the diocese in the near future?" Jennings put down the report in his hand, got up from his chair, paced around the room a few times, and said to himself: "There is no reason, the Ayyubid Empire first fought against the Abbasid Empire, and then invaded the Holy City of the East, and recently I heard that there is infighting within the empire, and it is impossible to launch an offensive against the northern diocese in the recent period." β
"There is an old Taylor proverb that says that a traveler who is about to travel far away will prepare a wooden plaque engraved with his name before traveling, so that even if he dies, he will not become a nameless corpse. β
The sudden sound made Jennings startled.
"Who?!Get out of here!"
The door was slowly pushed open, and a tall and handsome man walked into the room, smiling at Jennings and saying, "Lord Regent of Lone Rock City, please don't be overly nervous, I have no intention of harming you. β
Observing the words and deeds of the comer, Jennings furrowed his brows and said, "You look like a parishioner, but your accent is like that of a southerner. β
"Yes, my parents are descendants of noble Taylor, but I had to grow up in the South...... Mr. Jennings, could you please stop pulling the alarm rope under the table?"
"You...... What do you say?!"
The man picked out a relatively comfortable chair in the room, sat down and said to Jennings, "The guards outside the door, I didn't hurt them, I just let them enjoy a rare sleep. β
"Who the hell are you?!"
The man touched the corner of his forehead, stood up again and saluted Jennings: "I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Garcia KiloΓ³ria." I'm here to warn you about one thing...... Just a week earlier, the Ayyubid Empire had launched an all-out war against the diocese, and Lone Rock was the first target of the Empire's Eastern Route Army. β