Viscount Ivanles looked at Alexis sadly, and he was silent for a long time before he spoke: "I am not a qualified father. I misjudged the situation back then, and the Knights of the Falcon are now almost cut off, and I only want to make amends now, ignoring Gelbord's feelings. ”

"Whatever you want. Why aren't you leaving? Do you want me to send you out of the mansion in front of all the lords? Alexis stood up slowly propped up on the table, a simple gesture that seemed to exhaust all his strength. A faint hint of blood appeared on his pale face, and his body shook slightly, and he fell back into his chair. He didn't seem to figure out what was going on, staring at his hands in amazement. His palms were miserable white, as if the flesh under his skin was made of ice and snow, with no fingerprints or palm prints, as if something had erased them.

The old man sighed softly: "Lista, help the Duke to go back and rest." He must have not closed his eyes for a few days and nights. He turned away and closed the door gently. The footsteps faded away.

Lista stepped forward, carefully lifting Duke Alexis' stiff body, and for a moment he thought he was lifting up a withered tree trunk. Never since becoming the Captain of the Dragon Knights had seen Lord Ryan show such a weak side. "My lord, what's going on?" He asked, apprehensive.

"The root cause of the first dragon and lion battle can be regarded as a stubborn disease. Even the medical doctors at the Royal College were helpless about the disease – in their words, I was Pande's only case. Today it was so violent that I wasn't prepared for it at all. Duke Alexis whispered, "Lista, what happened today—"

"Got it!" Lista nodded vigorously, "The relationship between Viscount Ivanles and you will be kept secret. ”

"Don't interrupt me, didn't I warn you before?" Duke Alexis held up a finger, he was weak, but his momentum was still there. "And what kind of are you talking about? Do you really see that? ”

"Nope." Lista honestly admitted, "I used to think that you and Viscount Ivanles were political enemies. But when I look at it today, I don't feel like it. ”

"He and I have never been political enemies. On the contrary, Evanles used to be my father's best friend, and both of them were the brightest stars of the North of that era. The reign of Gregory III is known as the 'Age of Dragons and Falcons', referring to my father and Ivanles. Duke Alexis said wearily, "We just did what we thought we should have done. He did it wrong, and I did it right. ”

"Treat yourself as if you didn't hear what happened today." Duke Alexis said coldly, "Forget it all." ”

Lista was stunned, doesn't this still have to be kept secret?

"A secret is a secret only if it is forgotten." Duke Alexis pressed Lista's shoulders and looked directly at his most powerful deputy, his eyes were cold, his tone was cold, and even the temperature of his palms was cold. "The moment Gelbold wrote to me to denounce Ivanles, I understood this truth – it's funny and chilling for a son to denounce his father."

……

Three miles east of Talon Cara Fort, Vaal Snow Plain.

When the snow first stopped, the roads that Livingston had carved out over generations were now covered with fresh snow, the black of the soil covered with the white of the snow. The warm sunlight shines on the mirror-like snowfield, reflecting a dazzling light. A team of thirty men escorted a rudimentary wagon, trudging through the soft snow. Most of them wrapped themselves tightly, leaving only a gap in their eyes. The dragon's tooth pines on both sides of the road were covered with black ravens, and they stood on the black branches, looking curiously at the group below.

Leading the way was a knight, dressed in a very worn suit of armor, and at the head of the group on a fairly tall warhorse. He occasionally glanced back at the coachman of the carriage with surprise and curiosity in his eyes. The knight's name was Wren Leodre Odil, and he had been the lieutenant of this mercenary team for five days.

The coachman is very young, probably no more than twenty years old. In this icy and snowy land, he was only dressed in a single coat, holding the reins with a pair of flesh, and he was almost unguarded in the biting cold, but he didn't know it. He seemed to notice the knight's gaze that was coming to him from time to time, and raised his head slightly: "Something?" ”

"Aren't you cold?" Wren asked, but he quickly realized that he had asked a nonsense. Leng Ren has long been like the other mercenaries in this team, eager to wrap himself in a ball with cotton clothes, how can he still drive in a single clothes?

"It's not cold." Essho shook his head. At this moment, a plush hand poked out from behind the curtain and gently drew a long and complex symbol on his back: "What does this character set mean?" ”

Eshu was a spirit, like an electric current rushing through his back, and he subconsciously twisted it, avoiding the strange finger: "What are you doing!" ”

"You're afraid of itching." Lucianna's gloating laughter came from the carriage, and she wanted to continue writing and drawing on Eshy's back, but Eshu had already jumped out of the carriage: "Salaman, help me catch the car." ”

"Okay!" Salaman got into the carriage, took the reins from Estheu's hand, and smiled narrowly, "Boss, if I were you, I wouldn't go away, what a good opportunity!" ”

Aeshu frowned: "What chance?" ”

Salaman snorted and just drove the car. He had been with Eshua for a while, and he knew that this young man, though strong as a rock, was also dull as a rock. To put it mildly, it just doesn't understand the amorous feelings.

Kia sat in the carriage, looking down at a book borrowed from Luciana, entitled "A Study on the Evolution of Copende's Poetic Style", which was also difficult and obscure. However, Kia's mind was completely lost in the book, and being in the same room with Luciana made him a little uneasy, trying to find a topic, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Eh, who's that." When Eshu was done, Luciana called out to him, "I have a question for you." ”

"I have a name." Kia's heart was happy, but his eyes were still pretending to be glued to the page, "My name is Kia." ”

"Okay Kia," Luciana said abruptly snatched the copy of "A Study on the Transition of Parte Poetry" from Kia's hand, "you weren't even reading it!" If you don't understand it, don't pretend to understand, I saw that your eyes drifted to me several times, obviously absent-minded. ”

Careful thinking was broken by someone, Kea was a little embarrassed: "What is your problem?" ”

"As a noble son of Sarion—and from one of Sarion's most illustrious families, why do you not do it with a good viscount, but run to Livingston to be a mercenary?"

"What about you? If you don't want to be your aristocratic lady in the empire, how can you think of going to the most remote town in all of Pande? ”

"Don't prevaricate with questions, this trick won't work for me." Luciana shook her fingers, "Generally speaking, when someone does this, it means that he must be hiding something. Let me guess, why did you hide your motives for coming to the North? ”

"Nothing to guess." Estheu suddenly knocked on the car window, "If you persist like this, I'll leave you here." ”

"Don't eavesdrop!" Luciana yelled out the window in annoyance.

"The carriage is so thin that even if you lower your voice and speak, you can hear it outside." Eshu didn't bother to talk to Luciana, he glanced at Wren, who turned his head hastily.

What motivates you to come to the North? Wren was thoughtful, that young man named Kisya was actually a nobleman from Sarion? Isn't Viscount Ivanles' concern unreasonable? This group of people is not -

A group of startled ravens flew over Wren's head, interrupting his thoughts. Wren looked up vigilantly and saw that Gao Po had already had a team of men and horses brazenly rushing towards them!

"Enemy attack!"