Boynbru.

It was late at night, but the two torches in front of the garrison's tent were still burning brightly, and the guards had been dismissed. The sound of a fierce quarrel came through the heavy curtains, and Captain Dahal stood outside the tent, listening in silence. There were four people in the tent, but most of the time he could only hear the thick and hard voices of two people rubbing against each other - Ranmarok and Kenriko were both fiery soldiers, and they were not very similar in blood and temperament with each other, and they began to compare their voices when they didn't agree with each other, which made them roar at each other most of the time. Ranmarok wanted to find out why the Hellerns had entered the North, but Kenriko insisted that he had nothing to do with it, and that he didn't actually want to have this conversation with Ranmarok - or interrogation, but only wanted to take his troops out of the city to search for Teresa. However, Ranmarok knew his temperament too well, and as soon as Kenriko was dragged into the city gate by Giger on the front foot, Ranmarok directly led people to confiscate all the ordnance of the chivalrous knights. So Kenrico had no choice but to ask for the true identity of the young man whose left arm had been cut off - but anyone who witnessed the recovery knew that the Sisters of Hell had a lot to do with the young man who was accidentally injured.

Naturally, Kenrico couldn't get an answer from Ranmarok, so he could only ask the third person in the tent, the liaison lieutenant assigned to Esher by Viscount Ivanles, Wren. After Estheu's disappearance and Kisya's coma, Wren was the nominal temporary commander of the small mercenary force, so he was also brought over by Ranmarok for questioning. But Wren either shirked or remained silent, and both Ranmarok and Kenrico, more or less aware of his marginal position in the team, didn't bother him too much, and continued to slap each other's table and stare at each other—Kenrico couldn't slap the table because he was tied to a stool with a lot of flowers, but that didn't stop him from choking with Ranmaroke. It's just that no matter how rough the two people are, they will immediately restrain themselves when the fourth person speaks. The fourth man's voice was not high, but it was calm and penetrating, like a judge's gavel on a round table—it was Brochette, but he was not present as the head of the Royal Academy, but as the Grand Master of the Honorary Grand Master of the Order of the Black Spear—it was not a nominal title, and Brochette's authority was even higher than that of Acting Grand Master Dahar if necessary—as it is now. Involving a super-first-class martial artist from Sarion, Dahar weighed it for a long time and decided to hire Brochette. At present, his judgment is very correct, and Dahar himself will never be able to suppress the two bulls who are not looking at each other as soon as he opens his mouth. However, Brochette had no intention of dissuading Ranmarlock and Kenrico, who occasionally spoke only to inquire about small details, and when his voice fell silent, Ranmaroch and Kenrico began to yell at each other again.

"Are you still pretending to be confused? Think the Northerners have the same IQ as the Sarriones like you? Don't you know the true identity of the nuns of hell? I saw something was wrong the day you entered the city, and there was a maid in the mercenary group? Pretend to be a little more like? The attitude is still like a dog, what the hell nuns are soaked in stinky that you like to lick so much? ”

"Watch your words, Ranmarok!" The tendon rope on Kenriko's body immediately tensed, and the bandages on his chest leaked large patches of blood. He ignored it, just gritted his teeth and stared at Ranma Lock, "If you have the ability, you let go of Lao Tzu, I will let you put you down with one hand!" ”

"Okay, want to be on fire? Come! "Ranmarok doesn't eat Kenrico," three rangers, more than two hundred bows facing your subordinates, if you provoke me again, I will immediately order them to be shot into a hornet's nest. ”

"Then you give the order!" Kenriko yelled, and he staggered to his feet, the stool tied to his back with a rope of tendon. Kenrico twisted and slumped onto the round table, crawling with difficulty towards Ranmaroke, like a giant snail, leaving bloody ruts behind him, and roaring as he crawled, "Come on, let me see your chopped palm!" ”

"I'm ......," Ranmaroch cursed, of course he couldn't really give the order, so he had to leave his seat and pull Kenriko off the round table. It took some effort for him to keep trying to bite him.

"Mr. Wren, are you sure you don't know anything about Esher and Kisya?" Brochette turned his head to Wren.

Wren shook his head: "I don't know anything, we've fought side by side a few times, but they don't want to believe me. What I know is that Mr. Kisia has received rigorous, knightly training, and his skill is extremely high; And Mr. Baranduke is even tougher—as you've all seen it, he can be called a warrior with no dead ends. ”

"Yes, he is indeed strong." Ranmaroch nodded, agreeing with Wren's words, "You had a battlefield fight with Kisya, can you recognize where his skills come from?" ”

Wren hesitated for a moment, and then made his judgment at the time, "He performed at a level no less than that of a high-ranking member of the Lion Knights, and I don't believe his assertion that 'the instructor is a retired lion knight'—oh, and," he added, "After the combat officially began, he made a sword and shield strike. He gestured with his hands outstretched.

"That's the Elfwan family's battlefield ritual." "It's older than their family coat of arms—then I think the answer should be clear, this young man, who goes by the pseudonym Kisia, is a member of the Elfwan family." Considering the reaction of the Sisters of Hell after he was injured, it is highly likely that he was taken hostage in the royal city of Sarion and disappeared Viscount Kia Elfwan. ”

"Kisia...... Kea, is he so young after he shaves his beard? Kenrico muttered.

"It means that Sarion first sent a super-first-class martial artist, and then a viscount?" Ranmarok's brows furrowed fiercely, "What the hell are you trying to do?" He said this last sentence to Kenrico and Wren at the same time.

"The Sisters of Hell should be targeting the heretical priest of the North," Brochette said, "As things stand, our goals are the same, Ranmarok, and I need you to restrain your suspicion and hostility towards the people of Sarion for the time being. ”

"What do you mean by the dean, we should send someone to search for them?"

"No, I have a hunch that they'll come back safely." Brochette looked at Ranmaroch across the round table, "I just need you not to shut out Mr. Baranduk and the Sisters of Hell—and not to drive out that mercenary force. ”

"No way!" Ranmarok flatly refused, "Everyone else is easy to say, but not the nuns of hell - if it were someone else, I would have pinched my nose and confessed, but it was the nuns of hell!" She may not be the strongest super-first-class martial artist, but she is definitely the most dangerous and unstable! You've all seen the indiscriminate flying black keys, and if she flares up again, the defenders will be the first to suffer. Dean, forgive me for being rude, but I will only trust my own judgment. As the supreme governor of Poynbru, I can't risk the safety of the entire city—more thieves than wolves! In fact, whether they are able to return or not, anyone who is related to them must leave Poynbru. Anyone! He deliberately bit the word "any" very hard, "I will see those people on the Frost Bridge before dawn, and then I will not care whether they return to Saarion or wander in the Gato steppes." ”

"Thieves more than wolves?" Brochette was silent for a long time, and sighed in a low voice, "Ranmaroke, it's a shame that you still have a class at the Royal Academy for a while. Dahar, no matter what happens, you are not allowed to come in without my command. ”

"Yes, Grand Master." Outside the tent, Captain Dahar's uneasy voice could be heard.

"Sir Rammalock, from now on, I dismiss you as the head of the garrison." Brochette slid a black iron token down the round table to Ranmarok, "I'll take over command of the defenders of Poimbru. He calmly ordered.

Ranmarok lowered his head and saw the pattern on the token, which was a steep ice cliff, and the dragon's head hung above it, staring indifferently at Ranmarok. He clenched his fists, and it took a long time before he spoke with difficulty: "The Prince's Iron Order? When was this? ”

"The old duke gave it to me, I originally thought that if little Aldema fainted one day, I could use this iron order to temporarily replace the city lord, but I didn't expect to have to use it now. Ranmaroke, the 'Iron Order of the Lord' only has one chance to use it, and I only ask for this once, and then I will give you this token, as for whether you want to keep it or return it to little Aldemar, it has nothing to do with me. ”

"Dean, what if I say no?" Ranmarok reached out and grabbed the token, but didn't pick it up, just staring at Brochette.

"Then there will be a mutiny here, and I can leave this piece of royal iron decree behind." Brochette stood up and pulled out a throwing knife and placed it on the round table, his tone still calm, but everyone could hear the unquestionable determination and indisobedient majesty. The robe slipped off, the old man was draped in a chain armor, and the flying knife on his waist flashed a cold glow, "Lan Ma Luo, your iron tire bow is ten steps away from you, you may not be my opponent in close combat, do you want to try?" ”