"Ismolola......" Hephasto walked to Escho's side and let out a sigh of mist, "the environment is indeed as bad as it is rumored, Gregory III has put five lords here, and in the end only one viscount has been recalled - I vaguely remember the unruly young man from the Clovis family, if he had not died in the first battle of the dragon and lion under the Raven City, the inheritance of Fort Avasod would not have been his useless brother at all - his temper is in the same vein, dare to argue with Frost, It's just that the wrist is far inferior. ”

"After five lords, this is still a clean and pure virgin land, but it is extremely difficult to develop, no wonder Lord Viscount sent me to you. I'm still a pioneer at my age, and the plains are so close to the Misty Mountains! The old man rubbed his hands excitedly, his gaze sweeping over the undulating ridges in the distance like a falcon, "Finally, there is a chance to verify the contents of the literature." If that's—" He paused for a moment, glancing at Estheu, "then you're a great deal, Lord Balanduk." ”

"What?" Esher knew that Hephasto was hanging his appetite, but he also asked.

"The Misty Mountains are a hotbed of mineral veins." Hephasto raised his hand, his thumb and forefinger clasped into an irregular circle, and he slowly extended his arm until he advanced the ring to a position where it could accommodate part of the mountain, and then squinted his eyes to carefully examine the direction of the terrain in the ring, "'Under the snow and ice is the cradle of the earth, and the children of Aziaz sleep peacefully in the swaddling clothes of the boulder. The fire of the furnace gave them the heat of salvation, the hammer gave them the forging of new life, and the tears of Hollis gave them mysteries. Behold," Hephasto recited in a mournful voice, "the deepest part of the fog shone with a sharp glow, and that was the sleeping children of Agiaz. ’”

"Does it sound more like a legend written into poetry, is it credible?" Eshyus shrugged, "Who is Aziaz?" Hephasto only replied with a mean expression, as if to be surprised by the ignorance that Essho had unintentionally revealed, his brow raised high, the corners of his mouth turned down, and the wrinkles around his forehead and cheeks gathered together as a result of the changes in his facial muscles, stacked in layers of folds, each undulating texture undisguised with disgust. The old man opened his mouth, but for a while no sound came out, and finally he sighed: "Your Excellency, where am I going to find you a copy of Pande's Night Reading Story?" Even if the empire was founded by foreign conquerors, after two centuries of cultivation, those little dolls with the blood of Cubacos should be familiar with the various gods of Pande. Aziz, the god of fire and forges, is one of Pande's many 'sub-gods' and a close friend of Urvet, the god of archers. Legend has it that his hermitage was located at the poles of extreme cold and heat. ”

Estheu was about to ask a few more questions when he was interrupted by the urgent ringing of a bell. There was finally movement behind the fence, and armed villagers began to emerge from the stone houses and gather in a loose phalanx in the clearing. Eshu glanced at it quickly, and the blades in the villagers' hands were varied, most of them were broken swords, and the shields were small sections of the door panels that had been roughly split. Their equipment was also uneven—some even wore gray-white fur armor, apparently ripped from some of the barbarians of the Misty Mountains. Others, instead of lining up in the phalanx, climbed onto the roof and aimed their rudimentary bows at Essho. The so-called "master" stood at the front of the phalanx, and was the only one in the crowd wearing armor, so Eshua had no trouble identifying him from the padded jacket and fur armor, the iron plate looking scarred and some of the dents still fresh. "Master" raised a hand, and the phalanx, which was still a little noisy, quieted down for a moment, he pressed his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, walked out of the fence, and looked at Esher coldly: "You are the lord here?" ”

"I'm Esher Baranduk. King Gregory IV of Ravenston, ruler of the North, has commanded me to come and receive the property and debts of the land. Who are you? Eshu looked carefully at the man in front of him, who had a slender whip wrapped around his waist, the tail of which was scattered into a brush—it was the former instructor that Salamaran had spoken of. He looked to be less than thirty years old, his skin was fair, but the muscles of his cheeks were tense, making every slight change in his expression show a strong force. His eyes widened when he asked, as if he were the one on horseback. A scarred armor made Eshu inexplicably feel that this person was somewhat similar to Wren, although he was roughly the same age and his image was generally down, but the two were definitely different: Wren, who took over the armor from his mentor, was holding on to a lost history forbearance, neither the armor nor most of the marks on the armor belonged to him, but the former instructor in front of him had already led the villagers in Ismolola through a series of bloody battles, the armor was his, and the scars were also his. When the man walked out of the fence alone, Esher saw a soldier who had already decided to die. At this time, he understood why the villagers called him "Master".

"Where's your flag?" The man didn't answer directly, but just looked at the team behind Eshu, "You have a surname, and that's the nobleman of Pande." Why don't you see the family flag? ”

"Flag?" Ai Xiu was stunned for a moment, but he knew that the nobles had the right to carry the flag to announce their family emblem, and the form of the flag and the pattern that should be drawn were important components of heraldry. But unfortunately, these are all blind spots, and all this time, the connection between him and the family is only a surname that has been passed down from generation to generation, and everything else has long since been reduced to ashes in the liquidation of the old nobles of Pande by Marius back then. Of course, Esher could redraw the family crest, but only if he had the awareness.

"Yes, why don't you see the flag, didn't anyone tell you that you have the right to carry the flag after becoming a lord?" Hephasto fell to the side, "Lord Baranduk, you are really the nobleman I have ever seen. ”

"I'm not doubting your lordship," continued the former instructor of Oldenburg, who still didn't look at Estheu, his eyes only wandering over the Iron Guards and Dragon Knights, "such an elite armored unit is not something that can be recruited casually. But where is your Excellency when a few waves of ash are closing in on Ismorola? I came here early to train the villagers to be qualified soldiers, to arm them in every possible way, and to lead them against the hungry barbarians," he turned to the villagers and yelled, "Who is your Savior?" ”

"It's Donovan-sama!" The villagers also responded with yelling.

"See, noble boy of the Baranduk family? Ismolora doesn't welcome you, and she doesn't trust you," Donovan's gaze finally returned to Eshy, his tone extremely contemptuous, "Of course, I'd welcome you to bloodwash your own realm in order to claim your own ownership. Under your iron heel, we have no reason to survive. ”