Of course, it doesn't belong to Ulrique, and it can't belong to Sir Dalyan. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info to put it mildly, he is just a grain of rat shit, he can be played in the face of Ulrik V at any time to disgust him, but it is limited to that, and the person who plays it has his own taste - Fieldsway, Livingston, Sarion and even the Empire, their thrones are not Pande's orthodoxy, even if they verbally support Dalyan, it is equivalent to a naked slap in the face.

Even after being reduced to an involuntary predicament, Dalyan was able to maintain an amazing demeanor, as the bard Yeats of the North once described him: "Even if it is a vase, it is the most elaborate vase on Pande." The bones and blood of the descendants of the conquerors have shaped the embryo of fortitude, which has been beaten into a tough shape after years of displacement; The elegance and calmness precipitated by a good family style is the flower-like pattern of the bottle; Even if Dalyan just opened a door for a lady, it would be mistaken for a gorgeous red carpet for her. "The Fields nobles who were at the banquet in Wallombray had indeed seen Sir Dalyan's admirable aristocratic demeanor, but they were fundamentally different from the Marquis of Sigiesmond. The Marquis of Siggimond was a quarter of Vandskerry's blood, and his father, the Marquis of Sigimond Sr., was a typical, Fieldwey-style tiger and wolf nobleman. When he was young, Sigimund was no different from the two Edin Airy brothers, who were fierce and brave, and won the title of "Iron Arm" with their strong arms. As for the etiquette cultivation of the nobles, it was slowly cultivated after he became the lord of Winderholm, so it always had a slight taste of restraint, even if it was outstanding enough among the reckless Fieldsway nobles, it was always different from Dalyan's tempered and still mellow and natural extravagance. But this extravagance also made Dalyan even more alienated in this banquet, not to mention that after the purpose of disgusting Sarion was achieved, Dalyan's existence was dispensable.

Dalyan rose and left his seat, like a shadow at the base of the wall, and quietly slipped out of the wine-soaked hall and returned to his temporary abode. It was not the first time he had been given such a cold reception, nor was he the hot-blooded young man who was full of hopes for the restoration of his country, and after touching many nails that were hard or soft, or not soft or hard, Dalyan had long understood that his duckweed could not take root in the chaotic swamp of Pander.

Dalyan's hand rested on the door and stopped. The door was hidden, the bolt seemed to have been cut by a sharp weapon, and the glimmer of the light was faintly revealed in the crack of the door. An impudent late-night visitor? Dalyan hesitated and gently pushed the door open.

"Hello, Sir Pender Dalyan." The black-robed man sat at the table with a big sword, the faint candlelight illuminating the silver mask on his face, reflecting an eerie cold tone. The man's tone was also cold, and for a moment Dalyan thought it was a poisonous snake greeting him. Dalyan stood and looked the uninvited guest up and down: "This outfit...... Are you an invoker of Ereda Oxser? ”

"I didn't expect that in the mouth of a Pande royal remnant, I would actually join the goddess's honorable name, instead of being called a heretic." The man, that is, Yogett said with some emotion, his gaze fell on the ring on Dalyan's right hand, "This is a good sign, I think our next conversation will be very pleasant." ”

"I don't think so." Dalyan's hand rested on the hilt of his sword, and he could feel that the other's gaze never left his right hand, "A visitor who breaks down a door is always insecure and distrustful. ”

Yogett raised his hands, and his tone was still relaxed: "Well, in that case, then I confess, in fact, I want to ask Your Excellency for the Pande royal heraldic ring, and I also hope that Sir Dalyan can endure the pain." ”

"This?" Dalyan raised his hand, the griffin crest on the ring roaring silently in the candlelight, "Although the coveted antiquity is much smaller, the person who asks for it in a grand manner like you is the first. ”

"Joke at that, the little ones in your mouth are just some laymen waiting to be sold, and I won't ruin the heavens for a few dinars." Yogett smiled, "I don't think even Your Excellency knows much about this heraldic ring. It is not just a token of royal blood. ”

Dalyan was silent, and Jogot's brow furrowed, Dalyan's reaction proving that he knew nothing about the history behind the ring. "You know what? I used to have a pedantic teacher who used to tell me some great things, and the one I remember most clearly is that the kings of Pander were kings because their father was kings. ”

Dalyan sneered slightly, and Yogett also sneered slightly, and both saw the sympathetic disdain on each other's faces. Yogert continued: "So I retorted to him: no, only the first king is a king, and everyone else is worthy to be called only the descendants of the king. And according to this statement, there are only a handful of kings on Pande, and most of them are ancient. Pande Kavala the Great, Archduke Alfred, and the equally majestic Ossa, perhaps Gregory I, could be counted among them. What can the rest of them do but boast of the blood of the ruler in their veins? ”

"And this ring in your hand is one of the relics of Kavala the Great." Yogett abruptly changed the subject, "When Kavala the Great went east to Larria, the Noldor elves who entrenched in Laria drove back to the forest. Samson, the warrior who protected the country, captured the patriarch of the Noldor tribe at that time, and the Noldor elves had no choice but to exchange thirty tons of secret steel. And with a small fraction of these secret steels, Emperor Kavala the Great forged a heraldic ring for himself - this one in your Excellency's hand. On his deathbed, he gave the ring to Kavala II. ”

The long scroll of the ancient world slowly unfolded with Yogot's eloquent narration, and Dalyan stared wordlessly at the ring in his hand, and after a long time, he raised his head and stared at Yogot: "Very interesting history, then, what do you want it to do?" ”

"Find someone." Jogett replied without hesitation.

"Who?"

"Pande Kavala."