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A grizzled stranger is a bit like a beggar, but only a little bit like him. After all www.biquge.info he is still very different from a beggar, because he is wearing a set of cotton armor, indicating that he is a soldier, and the cotton armor also has a faintly visible small coat of arms on his left chest - the coat of arms of six copper coins on a red background, indicating that he is also a member of the Neilmont Sharp family.

The empty prairies of White Town are no more easily concealed than the Moore woods behind the cliffs. Thankfully, the exhausted Sharp man who had already run easily spotted a group of Whitetown's Custer patrol riders on the road outside the north of Whitetown, and thanks to his constant waving to them and revealing his identity, he was not exhausted to death before he ran to Whitetown.

After a brief inquiry, and the official correspondence proved it, the patrol cavalry immediately took the Sharp man on his fast horse and galloped in the direction of Whitetown, and when he entered the town, he galloped faster to the Longhouse of Lord Custer in the center of Whitetown.

"Identify yourself!" Outside the lord's longhouse, two Custer guards used their Whitetown hook spears to block the grizzled Sharp.

"His Excellency Zax, Baron of Niermont, has asked for help to the messenger Ed Sharp." Ed Sharp was almost so anxious that he stomped his feet.

Custer's guards looked Ed Sharp up and down, then nodded in unison, unloaded Ed Sharp's weapon, and ushered him into the Lord's Longhouse. The Parma-style architecture was all too familiar to the Sharp-led emissary, and when you turned to the north hall, the huge coat of arms hanging on the wooden wall was the seat of the district magistrate.

Ed vaguely remembers the stories of the people who once visited the town of White, most of which were rumors about Earl Hengerson's frequent exchange of mind-reading skills with mystical warlocks, and of course, a small part of the discussion about the strange military structure of the Custer Guard, one because of the strange weapon hook spear held by the Custer Guard, and the other because of the unique call of the Custer Guard to Earl Henjason.

Under the blue-bottomed three-way mountain, a slightly chubby, balding old man was hunched on the maple table writing something, and even though Custer's personal guard had brought in Eddard, the messenger of Sharpling, he was too focused on writing to pay attention at all. Until Custer's personal guard called softly: "Lord of the White Prairie, the envoy of the Neal Mont Sharp family asks to see." ”

To Ed's hard time, the silent chubby old man was none other than Earl Jackson Custer, who was at least thousands of miles away from what he had expected, and the chubby old man was dressed in a burlap shirt and his shirt was unbuttoned, and his shirt was unabashed, which did not conform to the basic etiquette of a nobleman.

"What's the matter? There's another trouble! Earl Anderson spoke quickly, frowned slightly, reluctantly stopped writing, put the ponytail pen on the pen stand, and then raised his head and looked up and down at the Sharp family messenger who was standing in the middle of Custer's guard. Only then did Ed find that the bald Earl Angelson had a slight look of King Rinston's longevity, Siegel I, his gaze could be described as slender, his arms and belly were exposed in a short shirt, but even if he was slightly fat, he had little fat, and his body looked quite tough.

"Your Excellency—" Ed saluted Earl Anderson with one hand on his chest, but his movements were very stiff.

Earl Anderson just nodded slightly, stood up from the maple table, circled around Eddard, and handed two glasses of Siscont from the table to Ed, "You can still insist on running to White Town to meet me even if you are injured, Ed Sharp." ”

Eddard, who took the glass, looked at Earl Anderson, who was drinking, in surprise, but wondered how the Earl knew his name, not to mention that he had not yet had time to introduce himself.

"Siscont is good for people who have suffered internal injuries and it helps my head work. Drink it. Earl Anderson placed the empty wine glass in the silver tray held by the servant and walked around to Eddard, "I know everything about you, Ed Sharp, though you have a brave heart, but you don't have a nimble head. If I were you I wouldn't be hurt, maybe I would have saved more of you. You're late, and besides, what are the two black stains on your cotton armor? ”

"Goblin's. Your Excellency the Earl. Ed took a bite to the bullet and drank the Siscont wine from the silver cup in his hand.

"How many came?" Earl Henjason gets straight to the point.

"Sorry, I don't know." Ed said dejectedly.

"That's an overwhelming amount for you Sharp." Earl Anderson took a deep breath and asked Ed again, "I want you to follow me to rescue Nilmont." Can you still hold on? ”

Eddard was overjoyed, and his face instantly brightened with joy, even as he wondered how the Count knew what had happened to Niermont.

Earl Anderson was quite calm, he just glanced at Eddard, and then turned to the two Custer guards, "The Duke of Ella is being invaded by monsters, as His Royal Highness's vassals, of course we should raise troops to support and resist evil." Neermont is under siege by monsters, and we must come to our aid. Durant, I want you to gather half of the White garrison for me and assemble north of White before sunset. Also, Hornlow, I want you to go to the Barony of Zipplain, the Diocese of Sibi, and the Barony of Ravenxel, in order, to mobilize the vassals and mobilize the vassals' army into my White Town to garrison against the tyrant of Parma! ”

Archand's personal defense of Durant moved quite quickly, and before sunset, the military flag of the Earl of White was erected on the grasslands north of White Town, and even in the face of the sunset that heralded the approaching night, the soldiers were in high spirits and ready to go to battle, thanks to their trusted Earl Henson, the head of the Custer family, and the master of the White Prairie.

The door of the town opened, surrounded by several Castel guards, Earl Henjason galloped out of the town on a silver-white prairie horse, he was already completely changed, and the uniformed Earl Anderson was no longer the slightly chubby old man with no aristocratic demeanor at the maple table, but the leader of the warriors. Wearing a shiny silver-ringed iron helmet, dressed in exquisite karst scale armor, the polished shield reflecting the red light of the setting sun, the castel curved blade that symbolizes status hangs from his waist, and a clean heraldic cloak on his shoulders.

"Lord of the Prairies, the warriors of White Town are ready." Durant stepped onto the brown prairie horse and faced Earl Anderson.

"To Niermont! Destroy the monsters that dare to pollute the sacred land of Arcana! Earl Hengerson's voice was loud, and the warriors lined up in cheers, waving the military flag of White Town, the flag on a blue background like the raging waves rolling in the ocean.

The sun finally sank in the night, and the cliff mountain, which surrendered to the foot of the White Snow Mountain, was almost there. From time to time, Ed Sharp, the emissary of the Sharp family, peeked at Count Henjason riding in front of him, and he had deep doubts about the mysterious bald old man.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but there is one thing that I am quite confused about." Ed Sharp, who was walking side by side with Durant with Calkande's personal guard, saw that Earl Anjason slowed down, and finally seized the opportunity and cautiously asked Earl Anjason.

"Wonder I can read minds?" Count Henjason raised his hand, and all the soldiers stopped advancing for a moment.

"It's... I didn't give my name when I saw you, and I didn't know you, how did you know my name? Ed Sharp mustered up his courage, "Besides, you already know what Niermont is in before I say a word. ”

"If I couldn't see this, I wouldn't have thrown myself into the arms of His Royal Highness the Duke. Aren't there two initials sewn under the coat of arms on your chest, and the only name you Sharp people like to take matches the previous initials is Eddard, in honor of your family's heroes. Not to mention the rest of the obvious. As for the hidden information, you can leave a lot of clues on you. First of all, when I saw you, you were wearing dirty riding boots that had not been replaced, and the surface of the riding boots was covered with mud and cracks on the surface, indicating that you were not riding a horse but running, why did you run to White Town in your riding boots? Obviously, it was because you had lost your horse, but you could not give up the important news you were carrying, and in desperation you had to run to me; Secondly, Niermont is closer to Yafin, why didn't your baron send you to Yafin, but to the relatively distant town of White, where the cotton armor on your elbow showed that you had fallen off your horse, and you had two mottled black stains on your chest - I asked you, it was goblin blood. It proves that the monsters are besieging Nilmont, and only the west side is not ambushed, but this is wrong, the goblins who want to kill you kill your horses have killed you, but you are brave enough to kill the two goblins with your sword and behold them, and Arcana forbid, you cut off their necks; Besides, the goblins have long disappeared into the Ella Mountains, at least I have never seen or received any information about the goblins, so it is impossible for them to suddenly emerge from the ground, so the only explanation is that they must have passed through the Moore Canyon and conquered the stronghold of Raqqa of Yafen, and the monsters' route has changed direction to show that Yafenburg has not yet been attacked, so the number of these monsters is so strong, otherwise I would not have mobilized half of the garrison soldiers to support Nilmont, And it can only be a sneak attack strategy. Isn't that what these marks on your body tell me? Earl Anderson's answer was like a random arrow shot, but these random arrows had a magical crosshair, and the arrow hit, and the inference was clear.

Ed was almost speechless by Earl Anderson's reasoning. I was stunned for a long time, but I didn't say a word.

"You are brave, young man. But you should always use your head, otherwise you won't be able to do anything with courage alone! If I were the messenger of the letter, I would disguise it, and then take enough money and walk to the Moore grove to find a farmer to buy a cow, and the ox cart would be faster than walking! Earl Anderson patted Ed on the head and whispered to Durant.

"All of them set up camp on the spot, and marched in the early morning of the next day! There is a tough battle to be fought tomorrow, and all the soldiers must recuperate! Custer's personal guard Durant immediately nodded, pulled the reins, turned the horse's head, and raised his hand.