Only Esher and Brochette were left in the tent, and the two of them were silent for a while, until the old man squeezed his eyes narrowly at Eschu: "The little girl is still very beautiful, huh?" In the negotiation with Teresa, his attitude had been solemn and solemn, showing only kindness with a restrained smile, but now he suddenly became frivolous. Essho didn't know how to answer Brochette, so he could only hum awkwardly.

Brochette looked at the young man in front of him through the round table with great interest, and after only one night, his attitude seemed to have softened considerably. When Teresa directly referred to him as the "Son of Prophecy", his face didn't even change much, except for a slight surprise in his eyes—most likely he had told the nuns of Hell in a daze. But Brochette was not in a hurry to ask about the specific experiences of Esher and the Sister of Hell on the snowfield, he pointed to the longbow behind Esthew, and said its real name calmly: "The name of this bow is the proof of Urwitt." ”

"I already know." Estheu whispered, not surprised that Brochette was able to recognize him.

"I'm surprised you didn't break it off in anger the first time you got your hands on it. According to your previous thoughts, this longbow from the God of Archers is undoubtedly another shackle imposed on you by fate, but now it seems that you are not rejected? He raised his hand and motioned for Esshu not to speak in a hurry to defend himself, "Can you let me see it first?" ”

Essho silently unleashed his longbow and slid along the table. Brochette stretched out his hand to take it, he took a deep breath, solemnly untied his armor, and examined it carefully. He stroked the bow slowly, pressing his palm over every inch of the rough surface, his gaze lingering longer the more enchanted he became. "It shouldn't have been like this in the first place, right?" He asked suddenly.

Aeshu nodded, "It's sealed in a cane. ”

"It's not that it's sealed, it's that it's meant to be a walking stick." Brochette corrected him, "The bow is just a subordinate form. Some of the early writers of the Northern epics mistakenly thought it was a weapon of the archers and the god of hunting, but in fact the staff was far more noble than a weapon," the old man paused, meaningfully, "and the gods always divided their favors into categories, whether they gave the warriors weapons to kill or the messengers the mark of authority. The difference is that the weapon does not refuse, and the imprint—" To confirm his point, he raised his longbow and put his fingers on the bowstring, trying to pull it away, but the bowstring cut through his skin and sunk into his fingers, and red blood dripped onto the table without pause. Brochette released his hand just in time, and if he continued to open his bow, his palm would most likely be amputated. He put on his armor and tried to pull the bowstring again. This time the bowstring did not cut the hard gold and iron, but it did not move, and no matter how much Brochette exerted his strength, the bow arm was not bent half a minute.

"See? It rejected me. The mark of God, of course, is as proud as God's. Brochette smiled, lowered his longbow, and pushed it back in front of Estheux. So what did you do with it? There was a lot of movement outside the city before. ”

"I shot a wolf with it." Estheus gave a brief account of Teresa's encounter with the wolf.

"It's the 'wolf of the pack,' ...... Brochette sighed softly, "and the howl of the wolf outside the city can only come from Wolfberg, the 'murderer'." So going back to the previous question, you don't seem to be averse to the topic of 'fate' and related to it, is it because of the nuns of hell? ”

“…… I don't deny it. Estheu replied in a low voice, "On the snowy field, I am indeed attracted to her. And in order to save her, I took the initiative to liberate the evidence of Urwitt. ”

"I thought you would be a person who is not close to women, it turns out that you are not without love, but you have not been pried open yet." Brochette glanced at the tent's door curtain, "I don't want to know how you two got out of the north gate and back through the south gate, and I'm going to order that no one else ask for specific details." But I still have to tell you that revealing your identity as a 'child of prophecy' to a high-ranking member of the Sarion Inquisition is an extremely risky act, and it is the equivalent of burning yourself at the stake. There's no way I'm going to negotiate with the Sisters of Hell and ask her to keep your secrets. I've already disgraced all the old faces in order to convince her to stay and take part in the defense of the city," the old man smiled self-deprecatingly, "and they've started to take hostages." ”

"I'm ready to suffer any possible consequences, and now that I've accepted the title, why hide it? After all, in Madigan's story, all the kings of Pande, and the other 'children of prophecy', will be my enemies - including Sir Raven whom you mentioned to me. "Don't worry about it, it's a road full of thorns and swords, but it's not much different from the one I've walked before. ”

"The difference between road and road is not visible," Brochette whispered, "is the way out. Perhaps the interval between one step is the abyss of life and death. Your ideas are courageous, but the Children of Prophecy need much more than that. As you move on, you'll find out what the title really means – provided that Poimpur doesn't fall in the ravages over the next few days. ”

"I'll do my best." "But I need one thing from Lord Brochette: when the dust settles on this battle, I want you to recommend me to Gregory IV and help me to obtain a title and fief of nobility." ”

"Oh? Is it the two of us' turn to negotiate? "I only have the power to recommend, but I don't guarantee that you will be awarded the title - the Dragon Knights will be happy to accept a warrior of your calibre, and they are not bound by the Charter of Valides anyway." However, knights don't have fiefs, and if you want to own a fief and become a lord, or at least a baron, then you may need to work harder on top of that, and I can try to get the recommendation of Ranmarlok and Dahar - maybe I don't need to come forward. If you shine enough in the next battle, they will even spontaneously push you to Eldo and swear allegiance. ”

"Thank you." Estheu stood up and held out his hand towards Brosette.

"That's it? You just ask for it and you want to make a deal, and none of the merchants of Sarion would do that," Brochette didn't move, just smiled at Estheau, "why don't you listen to my request?" ”

"What do you want?"

"I want a tube of your blood." Brochette bent down and fumbled under the round table for a few seconds, then pulled out a large glass needle, apparently prepared.

"Won't it be too much?" The corners of Estheu's eyes twitched slightly, the caliber of the needle was almost the caliber of his wrist, and the length was about half of his forearm—Brochette was probably trying to drain half of his arm.

"I'll make up you for half a plant." Brochette pulled out another thick rhizome, "Just eat it dry, your physique is enough to resist its violent medicinal properties, and any negative effects will disappear by tomorrow morning—the Fountain of Youth is convenient." ”

“…… Good. Eschu grabbed the hemp grass and clenched his fist in front of Brochette.

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