I still remember that when he was in the Americas, Zheng Fei accidentally bumped into a conflict between two tribes, and used the deterrent power of muskets to deter the natives to scare away the attackers and save the hunted tribes. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It was a tribe of domesticated bald eagles who captured and domesticated the large falcon and used it to help people catch prey and send messages.

This time in Copenhagen, Zheng Fei specially brought a few bald eagles, just to be able to contact the rear in time in case of emergencies.

They were accompanied by several natives who were the owners of the bald eagle, a wild-looking falcon with the same unruly personality: it only knew one master in its life.

Zheng Fei wrote the letters with a quill pen, rolled them up and stuffed them into a hollow wooden tube after the ink dried, tied to the talons of the sea eagles, and then the natives took them to the open space of the manor, touched their feathers, and threw them away.

In an instant, the sea eagle spreads its wings and leaps into the starry night sky, leaving a glimpse of the bright moon before disappearing from sight.

The city from Copenhagen is just over 100 kilometers away, and at the speed of a bald eagle, it can be reached in an hour.

After dealing with this matter, Zheng Fei took everyone back to the hall, roasted the fire by the fireplace, and instructed the chef to prepare steaks and bread and other foods, and feast on a hearty meal.

Afterwards, fall asleep on a cold winter night in Copenhagen.

Two days, as promised.

It was an afternoon when a carriage drove into the Copenhagen gates, where Hans met and took the carriage to the estate.

When the carriage entered the gate of the manor, Christine had just finished a small nap, standing by the window and looking at the distant greenery to relieve fatigue and organize her thoughts.

It was a very large manor, and two hundred meters away he saw a carriage, a carriage that was far from luxurious, and it was not surprising that it was ordinary.

But he was stunned for a moment, feeling that the pores on his body were opened, and unconsciously, there was an inexplicable throbbing in his heart.

Who's that? Could it be that the person I'm going to meet? Standing at the window, he thought.

"Little Gomead, bring me my coat, I'm going downstairs to have a look. ”

"Yes, sir, are you going to wear mink or fox fur today?" Gomead stood respectfully behind him with a couple of coats in his hands.

"Just take one of them!" he was a little impatient.

It wasn't so much impatience as a little confusion in his heart, he had a premonition that something was going to happen, but he couldn't guess what it was, so he was a little flustered in addition to excitement.

From the moment he saw the carriage, his eyes never settled, and he quickly put on his coat, took a few deep breaths and rushed out of the door.

"What's wrong, my lord?"

"I don't know, I've never seen him like this. ”

Behind them, the Gomead brothers were stunned, then picked up their weapons and quickly followed.

At the manor, the carriage stopped.

Zheng Fei greeted him, stretched out his hand to the person who got off the carriage, and smiled: "You didn't encounter any trouble on the road, did you?"

"No, except for a gang of robbers on the road. Urban joked, shook his hand, shrugged his shoulders and asked, "Do you need me to do anything to call me from so far?" ”

"Just for you to come and meet personally. ”

"Hmm, do I know?"

"I think I know each other, and I'm quite familiar with it. ”

"Yes, then he must also be engaged in artillery research, maybe an old friend from many years ago. ”

While speaking, Zheng Fei saw that a hundred meters away, Christine hurriedly walked out of the castle gate, so he motioned to Urban: "You turn around first." ”

"Why?"

"For the sake of surprise. ”

"Well, I love surprises. Urban gladly complied.

At this time, Christine, changed her usual calm pace, almost ran over, as if sensing something, the closer he got closer, the more ethereal his eyes became.

A dozen paces away, he stopped and looked at the group of people in front of him.

He was disappointed, and there was no one there who could touch the depths of his heart.

However, the one who turned his back ......

He couldn't help but take two steps forward, staring at the familiar and unfamiliar back, his eyes trembling slightly.

"Turn around. Zheng Fei tilted his head and said to Urban.

At this time, Urban's face also showed a touch of abnormality, and his face gradually became solemn, he held his breath and turned around.

In front of him was an old man who looked about the same age as himself, and he could feel some kind of bond in the dark, but he didn't remember that he had such a friend.

Christine, who was old from overwork, has long lost the handsome looks she used to be, so much so that she doesn't even know his father.

However, he knew Urban.

The moment he saw Urban's face clearly, he shivered violently as if he had been electrocuted, and then in the surprised eyes of everyone, his legs and feet weakened, and he knelt down with a flutter.

Except for Zheng Fei, who knew the truth, everyone's eyes were stunned, and their stunned eyes were far less than Christine's.

Christine pursed her lips and couldn't say a word for a long time, when the Gomead brothers behind him came to their senses and hurriedly ran over to help him.

"My lord, get up!"

As Christine's most loyal cronies and followers, the Gomead brothers were very unhappy, and they could not accept that the god who was revered by the Danes as a legend and who was about to lead the Danish dynasty to the light actually knelt down to others.

This feeling is equivalent to a sudden shattering of faith.

However, they couldn't pull Christine, and Christine's knees seemed to be welded to the ground, and no matter how hard they pulled, they couldn't lift them.

What is it like for a person who has been deprived of everything and fallen into despair to suddenly see what he has been deprived of after many years? That kind of emotion of grievance, sadness, and joy is intertwined with perhaps only those who have experienced it firsthand can truly understand.

Christine's eyes were intertwined with these emotions, swirling back and forth, and finally a crystal teardrop couldn't hold back and slid down her cheek.

"Lord Christine... Crying. ”

The Gomead brothers froze like wood, they had never seen a single tear in Christine's side for so many years, and they thought that God would not shed tears.

Seeing someone kneeling down to him, Urban was so shocked that he took a few steps back, and looked at this person with wide eyes.

However, there is a sense of familiarity in that look, very familiar, where have you seen it?

He lowered his brow and quietly met Christine's gaze.

Two minutes passed, and the wind blew through the manor, blowing the fallen leaves on the ground, circling and flying in the air.

Christine, who had been silent for a long time, also smiled with the wind and spoke.

"Father, I'm little Urban. (To be continued.) )