After the two sides gradually dispersed, the noisy valley was quiet again, and only the whispers of what had just happened were heard from the small tents.

In the end, no result was discussed, but there was one that was unanimously recognized by everyone.

Church is a ruthless character, when he moves, he is resolute, his thinking is also very thorough, and the calculated offensive plan does not leave Morgan the slightest room for reaction, and he becomes a humanoid barbecue, which feels creepy when he thinks about it.

Everyone silently said in their hearts: Don't mess with Church.

Lao Tzu is awesome, he is the commander of the Nighthawk Legion who controls 200,000 people, and he himself is a powerful magician, in short, three words: can't be provoked.

In fact, such a judgment of Church is very arbitrary, he is merciful, otherwise Morgan would be more than three mature.

With the strength of his high-level fire magician, the third-level magic he cast with full preparation, if it weren't for the mercy of his subordinates, Morgan would definitely be able to become fully proficient.

The discussion in the tent continued, as did Cardinal Quleton here.

"Cardinal, you see that this matter has escalated into a dispute between the Imperial Knight Academy and the Mason School of Magic, how to deal with it now?"

"What do you think?"

"We already know that this incident was caused by Aba, and we only need to arrest Abba to understand this matter. ”

"No, I can't. ”

"But if this matter continues to make trouble, and the conflict between the Imperial Knight Academy and the Mason School of Magic escalates, what can we do?"

"In this matter, I will coordinate the relationship between the two sides. ”

"And what about Aba, let him continue to be at large?"

"This person, in order to deal with Morgan, can come up with a way to blame others, obviously not an ordinary person, how can this kind of person be willing to be a magic squire, I suspect that he has other purposes, first observe him quietly, wait for him to be exposed, and then clean him up. ”

......

"When, when, when. ”

"Wake up and get ready to go. ”

"When, when, when. ”

"Wake up and get ready to go. ”

A new day began, packing up and returning to their own group in the caravan, and the group set off again.

Most of the people didn't sleep well because of last night's incident, yawning constantly, and mechanically following the procession.

It was not until noon that the procession came to a halt as it marched to a wide river.

The Yaklama River, the boundary between the imperial capital of Santana and the province of Sabo, the caravan realized that they were about to leave Santana.

Fortunately, everyone had already learned from the tour leader that the destination of the trip was in the province of Saab, so it was not surprising.

Just thinking that he would face the evil Blood Hades Temple if he left soon, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous in his heart, only the attendants didn't have to worry about this, they didn't have time to worry about this, the others could rest, they couldn't, they had to prepare lunch.

It didn't take long for the simple meal to be ready, and the hard-working attendants had to wash the dishes again before they could rest for a while.

The attendants also found a comfortable seat or lie down, closed their eyes, and took advantage of the gap before departure, trying to catch up on some sleep, most of them did not notice that Cohen was walking towards the river.

The limping figure came to the river and did not stop, and walked straight into the water, and did not stand still until the river was below his knees.

The Yaklama River, the river that separates the city of Santana from the province of Sabo, is much more than that, in Cohen's mind.

The name of the river, like the north gate of Santana, rang in Cohen's ears many times, and every time the name of the river sounded, it meant that the history of the defense of Santana told by his grandfather had come to an end.

It was here that the Caesar Empire, which brought together the Lion Legion and the Nighthawk Legion, had a final showdown with the invading Odin Empire.

Thinking back to what his grandfather had said, and looking at the rushing Yakrama River in front of him, Cohen tried to imagine what it would be like for the 300-meter-wide river to be stained red with blood, and what it would be like for the corpses of the soldiers to almost block the river.

Holding the river water to his lips, Cohen took a sip, his mouth moving as if chewing food, as if trying to taste something from the water.

"It's still the same water, and it doesn't smell fishy. ”

If others heard this, they would think that Cohen was a fool, everyone knew that water has no taste, how could it smell fishy?

How long has it been since the water has passed, and the team will set off again, and Cohen has no time to continue to sigh, he still has business to do.

Unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it to the shore, Cohen's upper body was revealed.

Scars crisscrossed Cohen's chest, dense like spider webs, all left by the Nightkin to Cohen, and even Cohen himself felt a little scared to see it.

Cohen gritted his teeth and thought hatefully: Although I don't know who you are, I will definitely let you repay it ten million times.

On that day, in the alley on the back wall of Mason's School of Magic, the Nightcrawler slashed off his flesh with a knife to force him to confess, because he was lying down, and he was stabbed in the chest the most, resulting in this appearance.

When he got up and dressed for the past two days, Cohen dared to dress with his back to others in the corner for fear of scaring the other attendants, so that his back, which looked better, blocked his chest.

Just this morning, the kind uncle patted Cohen on the shoulder and said, "Aba, what do you have tattooed on your back, a badge??"

Faced with Cohen's question mark, the kind uncle explained, "I saw a sun tattoo on your back. ”

A sun pattern?

When did I get a sun tattoo?

Cohen touched his back with his hand, but couldn't touch anything.

But the demeanor of the optimistic uncle does not look like a lie, does it mean that there is really a sun pattern on his back?

At this moment, another attendant walked by and quipped, "What can you ask, Abago is a mute." ”

A burst of laughter gave the squires a good start to a hard day's life, and more people joined in the conversation.

"I don't think it's a badge, maybe it's a mark of a certain race, I've heard that some races who live in the mountains have some patterns tattooed on their bodies. ”

"I also saw the sun tattoo, it was really good, lifelike, like a real sun. ”

From everyone's words, Cohen is convinced that he does have a sun-shaped tattoo on his back.

I can't help but wonder how I got this from having never tattooed anything on my body?

Besides, it shouldn't be a badge, it's something that only some big families, big mercenary groups, armies and other forces will have, as a logo, a kind of honor.

I have never joined any forces, how can I have a badge tattoo on my body.

It's a pity that he hasn't become a knight-level warrior yet, and he is not qualified to tattoo the golden lion badge.

Taking advantage of this break, Cohen went to the river to see if the pattern could be washed off.

Cohen silently hoped in his heart: I hope this is just a painting.