Bartod, the lord of Rift Rock Castle, knelt on one knee on the floor of his chamber, his barrel-like figure wrapped in silver armor, his tan cloak covering the heat rising from his back, and his shiny head covered with fine beads of sweat. Kneeling together, there was also his quartermaster Sullivan. Sullivan was as thin as a fire stick, but his stomach was bulging outside, the outer side of his eyebrow bone was collapsing downward, and his eyes were small and bright, and he looked like a roe deer, without the majesty of a soldier at all. With him, Bartod looks even more burly and fat.

"The subordinates didn't know that the adults had arrived so soon, and the trip was delayed, so I hope the adults won't be surprised......" Bartod's breath had not yet been adjusted. When he returned to Crack Rock Castle, he galloped in without taking a breath, and his attitude was humble and even a little scared.

"No strange, no strange. ”

Bartod was in his early forties, and the man he respectfully called "Grown-up" looked at least a dozen years younger than him, sitting leisurely on the lord's throne without even looking at him.

"And guess why I'm still letting you kneel?"

"This ...... It's because, because his subordinates failed to protect the villages under their jurisdiction, the monsters were rampant, the villagers were killed and wounded, the barns were burned, and the soldiers left the team without permission......"

"Ouch!" the young man pretended to be surprised, "you know pretty well, huh?"

"My lord's forgiveness, I am really ...... It's too late to get back......"

"You don't have time to get back, huh. Then why did your subordinates tell me that none of them had the right to call in soldiers in an emergency? It seems that there was a slang commander who was eager to save people's hearts and transferred troops privately, and as a result, he lost ten people, and his own whereabouts are unknown. After a pause, seeing that the kneeling lord had no intention of refutating, he asked, "Are you treating the military subordinate order formulated by Black Eagle City as waste paper?" The adult's voice was emotionless, as if he was genuinely asking the lord a question.

Bartod scolded his subordinates with hatred in his heart, but he quickly admitted his mistake: "This is the negligence of his subordinates, and he will not make an example of his subordinates, and he will not make an example of his subordinates! ”

"Hmm...... Although these derelictions of duty add up enough to send you back to Black Eagle City for trial, but the attitude of admitting mistakes is not bad, so this time it will be ......" He said and turned his head to look at Bartod, a hint of cunning in his blue eyes. Bartof looked at the adult above expectantly, hoping that his thin lips would open and he would be able to say the word "forget it."

“...... I'll pay you half a year's taxes. ”

Bartord bowed over, holding back his anger, and saluted with a smile on his face: "Thank you, thank you, your lord." ”

"Get up. Oh yes," the man on the throne seemed to be tired of sitting down, changed his position, and asked with great interest, "I asked you to get something for me, did you get it?"

Bartod struggled to prop up his fat body, his body shaking from his unsteady standing, and the pieces of armor rubbing against each other made a noise. As he got up, he replied, "Oh! I got it, and the quality is quite good!" He glanced at the quartermaster beside him, who understood and quickly sent for someone to fetch a black rectangular wooden box, and carefully handed it with both hands, before daring to raise his eyes and glance at the man on the throne.

The young man was dressed in a lake-blue close-fitting shirt with a white robe covering the outside of the imperial nobility, and the emblem of a whip-tailed lion was embroidered on the shoulders and neckline. Those who are familiar with the empire know that it is the family crest of the famous family of the nobility, the Farion family. The young man had long, flowing blond hair and long, narrow eyes with blue pupils not common in the Empire—the man known as Rejin in the middle of the lake.

Regin's eyes lit up when he opened the box, as if a child had seen a new toy.

"Hahaha, Bartod! This can cover your salary for three months, so change the penalty to three months! Hahaha!"

"Uh, Xie, Lord Xie......" Baltord really couldn't figure out the path of this lord, "who called him a falcon......" The lord comforted himself helplessly.

After retiring the lord and quartermaster, Rekin sat alone in the hall and opened the wooden box again.

A thick cloud just drifted over, darkening the already gloomy sky. The little bit of daylight struggled to penetrate the frosted glass windows on either side of the hall and fall weakly. Regin's eyes were full of cold light, and the cold light from the box illuminated the dim hall somewhat. He reached out and took out the contents of the box, holding it in his hand and playing with it carefully. It was a long, double-edged dagger forged from Michael tungsten steel, with a thin, slender blade glowing with a cold glow. Tungsten steel is one of the extremely hard minerals, and it is rare to be able to forge such a sharp blade.

With a flick of his hand, the dagger sliced through the air with a terrible buzz.

"It's scary, sir. Do you see the look in his eyes?" said Quartermaster Sullivan in a whisper as he accompanied Lord Bartod out of the council chamber.

"I've heard that falcons are like that. Bartord took a square towel from his sleeve pocket and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Falcon, sir, don't they have names?"

"In the past, there were, but it is said that the moment I became a falcon, I gave it up. Only they themselves know who is who, and they are called falcons to the outside world, and there is no other name. ”

Reggin is not actually a pseudonym, his real name is Reggin Farion. "Rekin" has long been forgotten and erased, and I don't know if he deliberately wanted to make people think of his real name, or because of his dissolute personality, so he boldly used this name to carry out his mission. This is also an outlier among falcons, and may even be scorned by their own kind because of their casual appearance.

"Rumor has it that he was the illegitimate son of the Faleon family, and was ostracized by his clan since he was a child, and at the age of seven he volunteered to enter the Eagle Shadow Agency for training. When he graduated from Eagle Shadow, he became a veritable falcon. Even though he was far from the council chamber, Bartord lowered his voice and spoke, "I bet you wouldn't want to know what he's done, Sullivan. ”

The Falcon is under the orders of the Emperor and the Special Intelligence Agency, the Eagle Shadow, and is responsible for all trials that cannot be executed by the law judge and bishop. Eradicating dissidents, assassinating political opponents, and controlling public opinion can be said to be life and death, and doing everything. Each of them is extremely powerful, and this greatness is not only due to combat talent, but also to the obsession with completing the task. What makes their status even more deterrent is that falcons are given the right to cut first and then play, and have the privilege of being arbitrary. So even the nobles of the empire were very jealous of them.

Bartord was not a hereditary aristocracy, had neither connections nor connections, and was "an upstart" in the traditional aristocratic parlance. That's why he is so afraid of the falcon, and if he is pinched by the falcon, I am afraid that the future will not be easy.

"Shall we report the matter of the blacksmith ...... then?" Sullivan asked timidly.

"I!" Bartod said angrily, "Report that the magic blacksmith will definitely be recruited to the imperial capital! I still count on him to make me a peerless sword!" After speaking, he glared at Sullivan: "If you dare to talk nonsense, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

"Yes, yes, how dare your subordinates call the shots......" Sullivan hurriedly responded, "It's just that after the demonic beast attacked the village, the whereabouts of that person are unknown, could it be that he has already ......?"

"Send me more men, find him out, see him alive and see his corpse dead! Lord Bartod gave the order viciously, "Oh, and what about your subordinate Sid? Is he healed, why hasn't he returned to the team? He took someone to save the village without permission, and I want to interrogate him personally!"

"Yes, yes, but that Sid disappeared after the battle, and I don't know if he was swallowed by the monster or absconded in fear of crime......"

"Find out. With a fierce glint in his eyes, Bartod gave the order succinctly.

Ian still didn't know that he had already been targeted by the lord. With a few orders to deliberately add special difficulty, as well as a subtle demand for time, the other party has almost determined Ian's identity as a magic blacksmith. The boy lacked the experience of a regular blacksmith, and naively thought that as long as he worked hard to complete the task within the time limit of the order, he would be able to achieve peace in the world, and as a result, he completed all the work that was almost impossible for an ordinary blacksmith to do alone. wanted to calm things down, but instead exposed himself.

"Ian, who do you see coming?" Sidler came in from outside, followed by a man.

After the witch's care these days, Ian was able to get up and move freely, and his spirit was much better, not as he was when he first woke up. At this moment, he followed the witch's instructions, moved around the yard for a while, and then returned to the house to rest. Physically, he didn't suffer any noticeable damage, but was actually healthier than Sid, who had a spear piercing his left shoulder.

Sid didn't intend to wait for him to answer, and said with a grin, "Your ......"

Before he could finish speaking, Ian had already seen the comer, and cried out happily, "Elise!"

Elise walked up from behind Sid with a basket full of bread and snacks.

"Ian, how are you feeling, are you feeling better?" she looked at Ian with concern, as if she could tell with her eyes that he was hurt.

Once again, Ian smelled the familiar scent of dragon's tooth orchid and the sweetness of cream. The two aromas blend together to create a wonderful effect, unique and impressive, but not overpowering. Whenever Ian smells it, he thinks of some warm people and things—though he hasn't met many of them so far.

"I'm fine. He replied with a smile.

Sid shrugged and walked out boredly. As soon as he got outside, he saw the witch lying comfortably in a rocking chair, looking at him with a meaningful, smiling expression.

"What do you think I'm doing, witch?" asked Sid.

"It's nothing," said the old witch, still smiling, "you haven't married yet, have you?"

"Leave it to you!"

"Hehehe......"