The convoy walked far away until the outline of the city of Affindor faded out of sight, and the captain let out a soft sigh of relief. He approached the carriage and handed the pass of the Salion Chamber of Commerce through www.biquge.info the window, and whispered: "Ma'am, we can reach the border of Sarion before the rooster crows, but Fieldsway and Ravenston are facing off in the Hall Hills a few days ago, and we should be careful about the rest of the journey." ”

"Just follow the route I marked on the map, and you can reach Silver Lake Town in three days." The man in the carriage said, "There will be no clashes with the regular army." ”

The captain stopped talking, thinking to himself that you are so sure? But along the way, he had to admit that without the forged Chamber of Commerce pass of the woman in the carriage, they, as mercenaries of the Goddess of Creation Sect, would not have been able to penetrate into the hinterland of Sarion so easily, let alone stop in major towns to rest, and finally swagger out of the city gates under the noses of the guards. Although she was the object of their protection, she was in some way protected by her. It seemed that although she was a noble lady who had not left her home, she was able to mark out the out-of-the-way route on the map, and they had not even met the regular army of Sarion along the way. It was also her idea to go out day and night, avoiding people's eyes and ears, and the mercenaries of the Order who had undergone high-intensity military training were naturally not a problem, but a weak woman could also adjust her jet lag to keep up with the rhythm of the march, which made the captain really feel a certain kind of machismo and ashamed to speak out. The captain had a vague intuition that the identity of the woman in the carriage was definitely not ordinary. However, those who can find them with the creation power of attorney signed by Priest Wendir himself will probably not be of much lower rank. How could such a person travel thousands of miles to Boeing Bleu, located in the most remote corner of the north?

Luciana casually dropped the pass in the corner of the carriage, yawned, and rested her head against the bumpy wall of the carriage and closed her eyes. Although it used to be common to stay up late to study, staying up late to march was not the same. Luciana would not lose to any battle-hardened veteran in terms of mental strength, but she was still a delicate aristocratic lady, and even if she had been trained by the grave keeper Leddy before, that foundation was completely eroded by an extremely unhealthy routine and almost zero consolidation. She was a lot haggard at the end of the week, and the bags under her eyes were getting puffy because of lack of sleep, and at least she didn't have the energy to interpret a new Noldor poem until she could get a good night's sleep.

Lucianna leaned her head against the hard, cold plank, and in front of her was the short Noldor poem she had carved into it, the characters and possible solutions bouncing up and down in her misty consciousness as the carriage jolted, messily spelling out several plausible meanings. Luciana shook her head vigorously, banishing the characters and solutions from her mind, she changed her posture, tucked her coat tightly, and muttered the words in her mouth: "The flame that changed the world burns slowly in the snow / The falcon returns in the wind and snow / Sonata with the dragon ensemble ......"

"Driven to the climax by the noise!"

The voice faded into silence, and the girl fell asleep in the bumpy carriage.

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"If you want me to say that it was a very unwise decision for you to go to see the Marquis of Siggimond - no, to go alone after listening to me and you analyze the stakes has nothing to do with Ming unwise, it is completely hopelessly stupid!" Kia glared at Eshy, who was stacking the metal nameplates on the table, and shrugged when he heard this, "He didn't do anything to me either." ”

"Are we talking about your safety?" Kia's voice suddenly rose to the top, like a sudden rainstorm smashing down his face, "You don't know the Marquis of Sigimund, but I do!" He has been the marshal of Fields for ten years, and although he is not among the famous generals, he has always been the backbone of Fieldsway's military backbone! Since you have shown great strength and hostility in front of his eyes, it is almost easy to infer that you have a leg with Livingston! And with the current situation, Ravenston wants to turn the tables, and can only make up his mind in logistics, so that you and my movements can no longer be guessed! Believe it or not, when we arrive at Porhuraban, what awaits us will be all the first-class warriors of Fieldsway? ”

Eshua lowered his head and didn't refute, he realized the seriousness of the situation at this time, he was the only one who could really count the combat power of their army, if the threshold was lowered a little more, Kia, who had received strict training from the Lion Knights, and Salaman, who was a crossbow, could barely be among them, but the rest of the people, to put it mildly, were all rabble, not to mention Anson. If things do turn out as Kea says, the chances of the attack succeeding are desperately slim. Ai Xiu thought for a moment and said, "Why don't I go alone?" ”

"Now is not the time to be a hero!" Kia lowered his voice and shouted, "The most taboo thing to manage the army is to change the order of the day, obviously you are leading the team to attack the Pohulaban, but you, as the captain, disappeared from Silverlake Town, do you think they will believe that you are going to burn Fieldsway's logistics base alone?" I'm sure you've run away! Kia looked at Esher solemnly, "Immediately ask Salman to call those mercenaries back, and we'll leave tomorrow afternoon!" ”

Ai Xiu picked up the nameplate on the table, thoughtfully, and he raised his head: "I have an idea......