There was silence, and the lords exchanged glances with each other, and they all saw the amazement in each other's eyes. They knew the weight of this information, as early as the time when Viscount Ivanles was deployed, the Vaal Snow Plains were still shrouded in fog, and none of the scout troops sent out had returned so far - presumably all of them had been wiped out, and the ten-man scout force had no reason to survive when they encountered an honorary escort and a raiding team that was far superior in size. But Estelle dispelled the fog for them, pointing out exactly the direction of the enemy.

Someone clapped vigorously, and the applause was stiff and shrill at first, then snapped again after a brief pause. The lords turned their heads in astonishment, and they had no difficulty finding the source of the sound—it was Setanda who, taking off his armor and tucking it under his armpit, applauded vigorously, his straight eyebrows raised in excitement. Gregory IV reacted quickly, and he also took off his armor and applauded Estelle. Then more applause joined in, and the great lords of the north gave a standing ovation, expressing their admiration and appreciation in the most traditional way.

There is only one exception, Duke Alexis. Untouched by the heat around him, he sat in his seat, quietly staring at Estelle, without a trace of superfluous expression on his pale face. Estelle couldn't help but be awe-struck, and then she became uncomfortable, as if she had stepped into a thorn bush while walking among the flowers. She was almost lifted up to the clouds by the surging applause, but Duke Alexis pulled her back to the round table at the right time.

"Gentlemen, be silent." Duke Alexis tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

Beneath the indifferent tone was the will that could not be disobeyed, like a wind blowing through the north, freezing the soaring enthusiasm of the lords in an instant. The applause stopped, and everyone sat down in a proper manner. Only Setanda was still clapping vigorously. Gregory IV gestured to his brother with a look, but was ignored by Setanda as he cast his fanatical gaze on Istelle's face. At this time, he was not a fierce dog guarding the gateway to the north, but a curly dog that wanted to wag his tail into a windmill.

"Setanda." Duke Alexis knocked on the table again.

The applause stopped abruptly, and the fierce dog seemed to finally realize his gaffe, coughing awkwardly and lowering his eyebrows. He put his armor back on his wrist and stood behind Gregory IV, his eyes still glued to Istelle's left and right.

"If you make any more noise, I'll have to let you go and cooperate with Marquis Clovis in the rear. Presumably he would be happy to have a super-first-class martial artist like you to help him. Duke Alexis finished slowly, raised his wine glass and took a sip, then turned to look at Estelle, "Baroness, you should be rewarded for providing extremely valuable information. But you left the camp without being informed, in defiance of military discipline. Therefore, the merits and demerits are offset, and they are not commended or investigated. You can leave now, you are now temporarily attached to the Twelfth Detachment of the Dragon Knights, as the Captain. Your lieutenant is still your lieutenant. ”

"Understood." Estelle saluted and stepped out of the tent. Bao Daisi immediately greeted her and asked with concern, "How is it?" ”

"It's okay," Estelle let out a long breath and motioned to Boudis as she walked, "and the merits will be offset, and no one will be held accountable." ”

"What about our troops?"

"There is no such thing as 'our troops' anymore, and the army has been reorganized while we are delayed in the Misty Mountains. I am now the captain of the twelfth detachment of the Dragon Knights, and you are still my lieutenant. ”

"Welcome back, Eastelle." Someone greeted them in a hoarse voice behind them, "You're really making you wait." When will you be able to stop? ”

Eastale and Boudis stopped at the same time to look back. The captain of the Dragon Knights, Lista, was already standing behind the two of them, holding a huge snowbed in one hand, a roll of cowhide pinned to his waist, and a bulging cloth bag on his shoulder. He looked very haggard, his eyes were covered with hideous bloodshots, and at first glance it seemed as if there were countless tiny red snakes coiled over the whites of his eyes, eating away at the gray-green pupils little by little. Just a glimpse of the glimpse made Istelle shudder. She subconsciously took a step back, her whole body tensing up vigilantly: "Captain, what's the matter with your eyes?" ”

"It's not because of you," Lista raised her hand perfunctorily and rubbed her brow, covering her eyes. "The Holy Land of Lyra is almost on the verge of mutiny, but fortunately, the Duke and His Majesty the King have joined forces to suppress it, otherwise the Holy Maiden would have rushed into the Val Snow Field with her own personal guards to find you, and may even kidnap Douglas as well - you also know that the 'Iron Bear' guy doesn't listen to anyone but the Holy Maiden. And Yeats, too, if I hadn't kept an eye on her, she would have sneaked out of the barracks with a team of dragon knights. I didn't get much rest that night. After he finished speaking hastily, he turned around and walked towards the tent where the lord was deliberating, "When the troops were reorganized, a position of detachment leader was reserved for you, presumably the Duke has already told you, right?" If nothing else, let's go home. Be prepared, the troops may be drawn at any time. ”

Eastelle looked at Lista's back suspiciously. Lista's words were seamless, but her instincts told her that it was a very clever and difficult lie. Of course, she didn't doubt that Midia and Yeats would act drastically out of concern for their own safety, but that was just a perfect excuse. The so-called "emaciated" is just a superficial appearance, and ordinary people will not let the blood vessels in their eyes become seriously congested even if they survive heart failure, to the extent that Lista almost wraps the pupils in layers - or will burst before they arrive, which is far above the critical point of the human body.

"Is that the 'Red Hand' Lista?" "I've always wondered how he got his nickname, is it similar to that of Fieldsway's Governor 'Bloodaxe' Sigru, who likes to wash his hands with the blood of his enemies?" ”

"No, because his right hand is blood-red." Estelle retracted her gaze, "The captain personally pulled out the heart of the second generation of Omenwolves under the city of Boinbru, and then his right hand would become congested when he was excited, hence the name. Some say it was a curse of the god Vijovis. ”

"Cursed?" Boudis looked at Estelle in surprise, "Is there really such a thing as a god?" ”

"How do I know." Estelle replied absentmindedly, "Yeats once told me that there is a small circle of people in the Royal College, headed by Dean Brochette, who specialize in myths and legends, and they should know better. ”

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