"Baron Victor! Baron Victor! "The communications staff tried to restore radio communication with the first advance team, but it was all in vain. The Knights of the Armor, who had been deep in the heart of Findel Quarter, suddenly lost contact with the headquarters.

All traces are cleanly erased, as if they had evaporated from the world. Whether it's a dozen mecha knights or hundreds of heavily armed soldiers.

Captain Stanlett listened to the report of the communication group with a solemn expression, and looked at the hundreds of knights on standby, and the leader of the Knights of the Holy Armor, who had been in a hundred battles, actually had a trace of hesitation.

The loss of more than a dozen knights is huge, but the most suspicious thing is that he has not fully grasped the strength of his opponent so far. The greatest danger is the unknown.

Even before the expedition, His Majesty was not vague about the situation in Findel, and the kingdom had sent more than the only force of the Knights of the Holy Armor. All of this made Stanrett very uncomfortable, because only he and his knights seemed to know nothing about everything.

"Your Excellency, Commander, we haven't seen each other for a long time." A sudden flirtatious voice interrupted Stanret's thoughts, and there was no awe of the dignified head of the Knights of the Holy Armor. But no one dared to scold.

Behind him, a lazy young man with a noble son up and down walked gracefully, his clothes were like brocade weaving, extremely luxurious. Such aristocratic children were incompatible with the slaughtering army, but the soldiers of the garrison remained serious. No one dared to rebuke this noble young man, for he was the most honorable Grand Duke of the kingdom, the Grand Duke of Tudor.

Even Stanrett did not slack off in the slightest, and saluted respectfully: "Your Highness Ether." He was neither dismissive nor resentful, obviously just a cynical nobleman, but Stanret, who was the head of the knights, had an unusual respect.

Perhaps others would not know this young man, and think that he was young and frivolous, and sneer at him for being just a superior person in the family, but Stanrett knew that this man was a madman living in his bones. The real geniuses in this world are a group of terrible madmen, whether they are military strategists or careerists, it is madness that creates hegemony and leads to destruction.

"It seems that His Excellency the Commander is also in some trouble. It seems that the Herod were not so easy to deal with. Ether chuckled softly, but it made Stanrett a little dissatisfied and helpless. Obviously, the Grand Duke knew a lot more about the secrets than he did.

"Your Highness, please." Stanrett asked, it would be better to inquire directly at this time, so that the risk to the army would be minimized.

Still, Stanrett underestimated the Grand Duke's thoughts. Ether patted him on the shoulder with a smile and whispered, "Knowing too much will kill you, but even then do you want to find out, Your Excellency the Commander?" ”

Stanret's body shook suddenly, his eyes showed a slight expression of gratitude and nodded, and he finally made up his mind and ordered: "Holy Armor Knights, the whole army is dispatched!" ”

Ether watched as the high-spirited knights quickly got into his car, got up and drove away, his eyes as cold as a viper, and he drank the liquor in the small bottle he carried with him, and sneered in his heart.

It's just cannon fodder sent by His Majesty, and it's just history after all.

・・・・・・

In the quiet cabin, there was only a dim kerosene lamp on the table, and Sophia had woken up, sitting quietly on the stool like a well-behaved kitten, with her hands on her cheeks, looking at the other side in a daze. It was an oppressive, insanely silent silence, and Consitine Dante looked at his sister, but his thoughts rushed like a tidal wave, recalling what Nikita had said to himself.

Is cowardice really wrong? Who can understand the pain imposed on the body that I don't want to bear anymore. Apparently he had made up his mind to abandon it completely, but in the end, Constance Dante found that fate had played a joke on him, and everything would return to the starting point.

"Brother Cons, Dante, you won't throw me away again, will you?" Sophia asked again.

For a few hours, Sophia was like a little child, asking the same questions over and over again. But Constance Dante was not the least impatient. Gently reassuring Sophia, Cons-Dante softly made promises again and again.

"But I'm still afraid, the fire and the terrible giants..." Sophia's eyes flashed with fear, which made Cons Dante feel distressed.

What happened ten years ago really still has an impact on her.

Suddenly, the door to the room slowly pushed open, and a sneaky head poked in. Such an expression appeared on Uncle Nikita's face, which made Cons, and Dante was depressed at this time, and had to turn into a smile.

But the nervousness and depression stopped him, and when Constance Dante saw Nikita, he couldn't help but wonder.

Without waiting for Consdante to ask, Nikita threw over the two tattered military uniforms, and said quickly and anxiously, "Change your clothes immediately, and I'll get you out of here." Nikita stepped in with one foot and looked uneasy, of his own accord.

Constance Dante's heart couldn't help but chuckle, and immediately nodded, put on the wide military uniform for himself and Sophia, and walked out with Nikita, at this time he had to rejoice in his sister's well-behaved manner, and everything went in an orderly manner.

"Keep your head down, don't say a word, and leave with the wounded and refugees later." Nikita whispered, shielding the Dante siblings with her wide body, and the soldiers on patrol came over to salute Nikita without the slightest suspicion. Nikita nodded his head and left the martial law confinement without danger.

"How can there be refugees?" Constance Dante suddenly asks why he and Sophia have to put on makeup if the refugees can leave.

Nikita's face was very ugly, but he still quickly answered Constante's question, "The reason is very simple, not everyone is among the retreating people, only Herod of noble blood will be arranged to retreat, although in the Findel district is only a side noble blood, but still has the qualification to live." ”

Hmph, is it the aristocratic set again? Constance Dante's heart was cold, but he didn't say anything, because he knew that it was not Nikita's decision, and it was not something Nikita could change.

But Nikita said to himself: "In fact, we are all sinners, no matter how noble our purpose, no matter whether we intervene directly or not, as long as we sit back and watch life wither, it is nothing but sin." How can it be noble to wantonly deprive others of their lives? Nikita's eyes were full of desolation. The group of people who had been living with him were going to be abandoned by him at this time, and even sold their lives.

Constance Dante silently followed Nikita's back, chewing on Nikita's words, but felt the words be heartbroken.

In the past ten years, the Resistance has carved intricate tunnels in the Findel district, and after a long trek, Nikita opened an iron gate, only to see a huge underground warehouse crowded with disabled soldiers, and some refugees, the so-called nobles are also embarrassed at this time, it seems that the empire has fallen to this point, and those collateral lines must be collected, after all, the Komnenos have always been united by blood.

Nikita stopped, turned to Cons, and said, "That's it, boy, take care." Without saying anything more, this seemingly rude but delicate man didn't say anything more, turned around and prepared to leave.

"Uncle Nikita!" Constance Dante finally got rid of the depression along the way and called out to Nikita, who was about to leave.

Constance Dante pulled out a bronze mechanical watch and handed it over. "It's been fixed a long time ago, and I haven't had a chance to give it to you."

Nikita looked at the mechanical watch held by the young man in his hand, and his face was a little emotional, this was a relic left to him by his wife, he thought that he had been damaged by his own negligence, but he didn't expect Cons Dante to really fix it. The weather-beaten face became gentle.

"I'll leave it to you, so let's take it as a souvenir." Dahan became decisive again.

"Do you have to stay here?" Constance Dante asked, he could conclude that Nikita had absolutely no intention of being alive at this time. But Constance Dante was unwilling to sit idly by and watch Nikita die in vain.

"No one can decide their own fate, but their own hearts are in their own hands. It's my choice, it's none of his business. Nikita said indifferently, leaving only the wind and clouds and going with the wind, but this man who came out was like a hero in mythology at this time.