Inside the Doge's Palace. A person with a hurried look www.biquge.info the pen and fun pavilion broke into the governor's apartment: "Report to your lordship! Just as you planned, let them escape from the mansion. ”

"Well, in the morning, the people of Dumar who wake up from their sleep will find that the house of their most beloved person has been burned. Just before they have time to grieve and curse me, our propaganda will completely change their minds. Margok, sitting in his chair with his back to the visitor, looked out the window heavily.

"Yes. We, we only have to publicize that he was hated by the traitor for reporting the members of the underground organization, that his house was burned, and that he fled to the capital of the Kaiser court under our arrangement, so that people would think differently of him. ”

"Yes. We don't need him to die. We just need a living notorious Mirosław Ku. In this way, the name ceases to be a flag. The rebels will always be scattered, unable to rally those who hesitate to their side. ”

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Lobita was still unaware of this inexplicable visit and the sudden assassination, especially after calming down a little away from the danger, he felt even more confused. But as a servant, it was not a good choice for him to ask either Jamila or Mirosławku.

Sitting on the high-speed flying griffin, Lobita leaned down against the not-so-supple feathers of the griffon's body, carefully thinking about what had happened before. It all started with Jamila choosing him to be his temporary servant: after a series of seemingly inconsequential visits to the Urn City, he and Jamila entered the main city and arrived at the Doge's Palace, where he was allowed to learn of the impending attack of the Grand Duchy of Mikhail, and then he and Jamila were transported to the mansion in Mirosławku, where they were besieged by what appeared to be the Kaiser royal court, and were rescued by several griffons. It is no exaggeration to say that the events of this day may have been much more wonderful than the deeds passed down by the poets who traveled to study.

Of course, Lobita didn't have the heart to chew on the story. What is known now is that Jamila and the Kaiser royal court, as well as the upper echelons of Dumar, are definitely more or less in contact. Her offering information to Margauk does not indicate her loyalty to the Kaiser court, nor does her helping Mirosławku show her sympathy for Dumar, so her purpose in the middle of the two is unknown.

The second is the so-called "witness", which, according to the previous thought, may be an important "role" for her, which represents opportunity or danger. But in any case, if you can climb her, it will definitely be good for Dumar's great cause of restoration. But this desire was too obvious after Jamila rescued the little boy before, and if she was really from the Kaiser court, she would look very ridiculous in front of her like a clown. If that's the case, then the result is a little sad.

Of course, the last and most urgent thing that Lobita considered most important and urgent was the upcoming war between the Grand Duchy of Mikhail and the court of Kaiser. Both are extremely powerful human states. Among them, the Kaiser court adopted a special system of fiefdoms, in which the royal family gave each knight a land estate, and the knight swore allegiance to the emperor rather than the Holy See, and was directly responsible to the emperor. The aristocracy did not have their own independent armed forces, and most of them lived under "house arrest" in the imperial capital of Black Reagan, and the emperor was in charge of the knights, which meant that he controlled more than 90% of the country's land and all the army

Things are armed.

On the other side, the Grand Duchy Mikhail, which has been ruled by Duke Boris and his family for generations, makes their country even more complicated. On the one hand, they absorbed a series of hierarchical feudal systems in the central region, while on the other hand, they retained some nomadic traditions. The main reason for this phenomenon is that more than 300 years ago, the Kaiser Emperor gave a part of the eastern land to a duke, who and his descendants gradually conquered and annexed some nomadic peoples in the east through the expansion of the territory, and established an independent state to fight against the royal court, in this way, the feudal royal family and the nomads combined to form this unique principality today. The duke was the supreme leader, but the senate gathered the great nobles and the elders of various tribes, forming a greater constraint on the imperial power. A suppressed duke, a group of point-pointing senators, and several powerful local powerhouses, this is the true portrayal of the Grand Duchy. Of course, this act of independence was the main reason why the later Kaiser emperors strengthened their imperial power and suppressed the local nobility.

And the weak Dumar, squeezed in the middle of these two countries, can easily be turned into powder, and cannot wait for the day of independence.

Moreover, Urn City must be the priority place to be attacked, and when the time comes, Kerick and the others, as well as those familiar faces, may die in the battle. Thinking of this, Lobita felt a suppressed sadness.

"Hey, young man, what are you thinking with a sad face? We're already in Kukunnad. "Kukunnad, the dwarves are in the largest city in the north.

Lobita shook her head, as if she had not yet freed herself from the muzzle of contemplation, and the huge griffon that was ridden turned its head, and the hot air from its nostrils rushed towards Lobita, causing Lobita to cough repeatedly, as if in this way it was expressing its displeasure at Lobita's delay.

Jumping down and out of the griffon's shed, he found Jamila and his party waiting for him outside, and hurriedly followed. As they went, Jamila soon struck up a conversation with Mirosławku again.

"I am very happy for the people of Dumar that you have agreed to this commission." Jamila really exuded an air of joy.

"Aha, you've lifted me. If it weren't for the fact that this bastard Malgok had dared to target me so blatantly, I would have wanted to live a few days of peace. Mirosławku was less pleased.

"But he's not the one to get there, he's just doing it to plan for what's next. And ever since he rejected my proposal to withdraw from Dumar, I knew that he had seen through my ideas. Your assassination may be inevitable. ”

"Then you came in time, if I had been one step late, I might have really died." Mirosławku held out his right hand, palm facing up, in thanks.

"It's just a small deal. But I don't think he sent the Assassins to kill you, and I think there is something else going on in such a big and restrained move. Jamila continued to analyze.

"Whatever, he thinks that by doing so, he will shake what I have painstakingly worked on in Dumar for decades? Now I'm going to show him that a Dumar merchant has more than just money. Mirosławku's eyes were as sharp as if he were about to dig out a piece of Malgok's flesh.

Lobita listened in the back, and probably had some clues. Jamila: They may already know that the assassin was sent by Margok. Previously, Jamila proposed to let the violet cavalry of the Kaiser court withdraw from Dumar, probably hoping that Mirosławku would take advantage of this to order the rebels to recover the city, because he had this appeal and influence. Margauk refused, sensing that Mirosławku was a threat and sent someone to assassinate him. When you think about it, all kinds of things are taken for granted.

After walking for about an hour, they stopped in front of a tavern, and it is worth mentioning that the tavern run by the dwarves is very different from the humans, and the human tavern is a few wooden tables as soon as they enter, a bar, a bartender, and the barrels are usually placed in the basement. The opposite is true in the Dwarven Tavern, where the dwarves generally keep the barrels on the first floor and the guests stay in the basement. One is that the dwarven spirits need to be stored at a higher temperature to taste better, and the other is that the dwarves kept their guests underground for safety reasons, but in any case, the style is very different from that of ordinary taverns.

Entering the basement, they found two empty tables and sat down, while Jamila got up and said something to the bartender. I saw the bartender holding a glass of dwarven beer garnished with mulberry juice, and gently placed it on the table where Lobita was sitting.

Lobita was a little puzzled and looked at Jamila who had just sat down. "Now it's just a matter of waiting." Jamila closed her eyes as she finished speaking, as if taking a nap.

One by one, the guests walked in, and soon found their seats, except for one of them, who walked in and stood for a while, looking around, and just when Lobita thought that the seats were full and the dwarf could not get out of his seat, he found him walking straight towards him. Unceremoniously pulled out a chair and sat down. Then he held up the glass of beer and said, "Ah, since you invited me, then I'm embarrassed." ”

Mirosławku asked, "Lord Amelia, is this the dwarf you mentioned in your letter?" ”

"Hey, just ask me if there's anything. I am the envoy of the Iron Shield Clan. You're not going to be the rich old guy, are you? The dwarf muttered inarticulate as he sipped his beer.

Mirosławku was obviously very unhappy with this irreverent name, but he was not happy to do so, so he continued: "Yes, I am." Now, dwarf, you should name the weight your master can use, and his price. ”

"Master? Hahahaha, our patriarch is my cousin, and we put him on the throne in the first place. Also, are you questioning the strength of our Iron Shield Clan? We have the strongest weapons, the strongest warriors, and that group of cavalry is nothing more than a tin squirrel on a donkey in our eyes, ahahaha. The dwarf raised his empty glass, turned to the bartender, and said, "Hey, have another drink, and put more ice, this rich man is in for a treat!" ”

Mirosławku was a little annoyed, and just as he wanted to get up, Jamila hurriedly winked at him to calm him down. Come to think of it, this rich man inherited the family business and worked hard for many years to become the richest businessman in Dumar, and his family power is like a chaebol that controls Dumar's economy and other things pervasively. This makes him have an unusual arrogance. However, it also gave him an unusual vision - he quickly controlled his emotions.

"Very well, I hope you can provide sufficient support, including weapons to arm all the rebels, as well as a number of elite soldiers, to attack the Kaiser court from the flank. And, after Dumar's recovery, I hope you will leave Dumar without any sin. Correspondingly, when it is done, I will offer you tariff reductions, large-scale investment in Dumar and one-sided most-favored. Mirosławku's words were not at all like the bargaining tone of a businessman, but rather like a hammer.

"We're not interested in Dumar. During the five years that Kaiser had occupied Dumar, it had frantically suppressed other countries by adjusting tariffs and embargoing certain goods. Completely treat Dumar as his own cornucopia and sharp weapon. So we're just trying to get back what belongs to us. That's why we're here to help you. You don't need to worry if you provide weapons, the entire continent knows that dwarves are masters at forging weapons. But we don't know how to get weapons into the hands of the rebels. On the other hand, we have a limited number of troops in conflict with other tribes, so we have limited forces to support you right now. However, we can also mobilize a few nearby friendly clans to provide some support if you need it. The dwarf said as he tugged at his beard as he pondered.

"Wait, all the rebels you are talking about don't include this kind of child who doesn't have any hair." The dwarf pointed at Lobita and looked at Birosławku with a strange smile.

"The rebels, men and women, young and old, as long as they are willing to join this great uprising and fight for the liberation of the city-state, will be accepted and become our brothers and comrades-in-arms. As for the question of how to get the weapons into the hands of the rebels, well, it is basically impossible to sneak weapons into the city without avoiding the inspection posts of the Kaiser royal court, let alone such a large number of weapons. Well, when the war begins, our rebels will take advantage of the chaos to attack the guards guarding the south gate, and your army will enter the city directly through the south gate with weapons. ”

"It's certainly a difficult plan." The dwarf thought for a moment, "Are you sure the rebels will follow your commands?" Do you have a firm grip on military power and can you guarantee their allegiance to you? Our military cannot afford to take unnecessary risks. ”

"I believe in my charisma. And I've been in contact with the leaders of the underground for a long time, and they've welcomed me to come forward and take on this burden. Her Excellency Amelia also supports me. The people of Dumar have been expecting me to take them out of their misery. "Mirosław Ku used

An extremely confident, calm and powerful tone refuted the dwarf's doubts.

"Very well, I believe in your charisma. As for the post-war profit planning, that is something to be discussed after returning from victory. Now I just need to go back and discuss the specific tactics with the patriarch. I am very grateful that you have invited me to a few drinks today. Well, but to be honest, I prefer spirits to beer like clear water. The dwarf stood up, rubbed his belly, burped, and left.

Lobita watched the dwarf leave the basement and turned her head, only to find Mirosławku hanging his head, his brow furrowed, and then sighed several times, not at all with the momentum of the scolding Fang Xuan just now.

"Lobita, let's go out for a while, let His Excellency Mirosławku rest here for a while, these things are really grinding." Jamila said.

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Lobita never imagined that she would be sent to a martial arts gym in Kukunnad by Jamila after hearing this major secret, and her reason was: "You can't die until this is over." And my spells with side effects can't be used often. So you have to learn to protect yourself. And as a soldier who is about to fight for the recovery of your homeland, you should have stronger strength and make greater contributions to your hometown. ”

Looking at the trainer next to him whose short beard was almost on the ground, he wanted to cry without tears. Although this old master is old, he is very energetic, and he first took Lobita to run twenty laps around this huge martial arts hall, although Lobita has had good physical training under the guidance of Kerick since he was a child, and after running a full twenty laps, he is already tired. Seeing that the master in front of him not only didn't sweat, but also didn't even gasp for breath, he had already thrown himself to the ground in his heart for the five bodies that this powerful old dwarf admired.

After a short rest, the master took him to the sword test again. I have to admit that the dwarf's forging skills are indeed incomparable, and when he holds the steel sword and wields it like a master, he actually has a bit of a tiger flavor. Of course, he couldn't parry the master's slash at all, and he was defeated after just a few combinations. The master taught him that swordsmanship is all about slashing and stabbing grids, and whoever reacts correctly at that moment wins the victory. Everything else is sideways, and it's impossible to give you a chance to use some fancy moves in real combat.

This was followed by a test of archery and shooting, and Lobita, because he had never played with bows and arrows, could not even twist the bow and pull the strings, and often drew the bow, but the arrows did not shoot. It is not bad to shoot with a gun, but it is much more complicated when filling the projectile, first filling a packet of mixed gunpowder into the powder pool at the back of the musket, then stuffing a lead bullet into the muzzle of the musket, and then poking a long rod into the barrel of the gun, back and forth, and then it is considered to be a bullet. Among them, mixing gunpowder was the most complicated, and the master only provided various raw materials for Lobita to mix the gunpowder by himself. In this way, Lobita completed ten shots, which took more than an hour.

After practicing like this for several hours, Lobita was so tired that she almost fell to the ground, and the master told him to stop and rest. And as soon as he heard the instruction to rest, he fell to the ground, stuck out his tongue and gasped.

"Alas, alas. How can you do this, that young lady has explained that she will train you to become a warrior of the Iron Staff Army level within 1 month. The old master poked Lobita on the ground with his scabbard.

"What... The Iron Wand Army? She's crazy. She's so good, why don't you try it yourself. Lobita lay on the ground limply and complained. You must know that the Iron Staff Army, as the personal guard of the King of Dwarves, is all monsters with one enemy and one hundred.

"You may not know, although she is powerful, the power she has is like a taboo, and she does not dare to use it easily." The old master also sat on the ground. He took out his pipe, added a few shredded tobaccos to it, and posed as if he was going to tell a story.

"I've heard her say what her spells are creating new burdens for herself." Lobita lay on the ground, eyes closed, slowly recalling every word Jamila had said before.

"Yes. She is a very mysterious person. You should know the Crescent religion. This is an extremely old religion. Believers believe that the moon is actually a pendulum with no hands. Its every cloudy and sunny day is like a swinging pendulum, recording all the sins and falls of the world. In this way, the moon has carved everything in the passage of time in its changing months. After years of accumulation, the moon book has written a timeline. It is as if it were a divine metaphor for what will happen in the future timeline. At the same time, it also implies everything that happened in the past. ”

"I know that. In the church school where I was a child, our teachers taught us about this religion. They say that the Crescent Cult is the most confusing of the cult. But what does all this have to do with Jamila? ”

"Then your teacher must have also mentioned the Moonblade Tiger God, the Crescent Cultists believe that the gentle moonlight descends and blesses a Moonblade Tiger, giving her the power to control time, and she has a godhead from then on. Time, the development and death of all things are the consequences of her deliberate arrangement. And Jamila is said to be the spokesperson of the Moonblade Tiger God in the mortal world. She is responsible for cleaning up any anomalies that occur in the passage of time. to ensure that the timeline can move forward smoothly. ”

"Jamila is God's spokesman? Then how come I've never heard of anything like this? Don't know anything about the name Jamila? Lobita's surprise was well written on her face. And he kept rejecting this statement in his heart, which is ridiculous.

"Because in your central region the main religion is the god of knights, Orlando, the god of light, Malawi, and other gods. For the so-called evil god of the Moon Blade Tiger God, it is naturally suppressed and banned. Not to mention Amelia Candace, oh, she prefers to be called Jamila. Maybe you've heard bad things about her in all kinds of nursery rhymes, but you've forgotten about it. The master bowed the huge dark green pipe with his right hand, and explained it all to Lobita with his right hand.

"So, what exactly is the power she has? What is her purpose? Lobita, realizing that she might be close to the riddle, sat up and questioned the old dwarf in a loud voice.

"As the spokesperson of the Moonblade Tiger God, she must have the power to manipulate time and space. And how does she use this power. Well, you can think about it another way, time is continuous and uninterrupted, like flowing water, a whole that can be artificially divided. And she uses this property of time and space to exchange objects belonging to different spaces at the same time, uh haha, like her favorite trick of exchanging water for wine in our dwarven tavern, that's the idea. In the same way, she can swap things covered in different planes, such as replacing you in this clearing with me twenty years ago. That's her power. However, just as a bucket of water is divided into two glasses of water, there will always be water that will overflow or otherwise separate from the two glasses of water in the process, or a piece of wood will be sawn into two pieces, and there will always be sawdust that do not belong to those two sections of wood. The same is true of space-time, the consequence of the forced exchange of continuous and uninterrupted space-time is the formation of space-time fragments. The old master paused, took another deep puff of smoke, and exhaled a circle of smoke, which quickly cracked, leaving only a cloud of green mist.

"So, this fragment of time and space is what she calls a burden, and it will bring some bad results, right?" Lobita continued to ask curiously.

"Yes. We dwarves are not like you humans, and we don't like theology and scholasticism. We love to explore the wonderful things that can be seen in the world. The master stood up suddenly, and with a look of great excitement he described the spectacle: "At the corner of Kukunad, there is a river that flows in a straight direction towards the city. The other river has been eroding along its headwater, and the headwaters of the river continue to climb upwards and gradually approach the upper reaches of the river. Finally, one day, it pierced the mountains and two rivers joined together! And guess what, the middle and lower reaches of the straight river actually broke down. All the water of the river flows into the river that has been eroding along the source. Because of this, the original urban area was abandoned and we established a new urban area downstream of the erosion river. The same goes for the timeline. When the space-time fragments accumulate into a huge "river", it will rob the original timeline, distort the correct time and space, bury the established facts, and form a new "fact". ”

And she, Lord Jamila, has been fighting for this never-ending cycle of change. On the one hand, she had to use her powers to reverse the timeline correctly. On the other hand, she is constantly creating new space-time warps. She's creating paradoxes. ”

Lobita had long since stayed where she was, her mouth moving, but she couldn't say a word. He didn't expect that this kind of story, which only appears in myths and legends, would really happen to the people around him.

"And you, how do you know?" Lobita looked up at the old dwarf, as if expecting it all to be a fallacy.

"Ahaha. That's what she told me when I was a kid. This Jamila may have existed older than your city. The old dwarf took one last puff of his pipe, looked at the sluggish young man in front of him, and said helplessly.

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