Wren Leodre Odile stood somewhat restrained in front of Viscount Ivanles, he seemed to be thirty years old, and his long years as a wandering knight made him look extremely vicissitudes and sloppiness: his face was unkempt, his gray-brown hair was messily entangled, but his eyes were still as bright as burning coals, and the flesh and pride of his youth flickered like sparks in it. The armor on his body was worn to the point that it was full of sword marks, and it was clear that the wandering knight did not have enough time and money to maintain his outfit. The coat of arms on the cuirass had been deliberately erased, but Viscount Ivanles could still tell that this set of heavy armor was the new generation of armor that the Knights of Falcon had uniformly replaced in 334 - and it was also the last generation. After the First Battle of the Dragon and Lion, Eldo Gregory effortlessly defeated his sister Ursula Gregory in a power struggle, claiming to be Gregory IV, and the falcon Knights paid a heavy price - they became the first target of the new king's efforts to consolidate his power, and the Knights of Hunter were declared treason and permanently expelled from Livingston in August 337. Since then, all knights with falcons tattooed on their chests have become wandering knights.

Viscount Ivanles retracted his gaze and asked, "Your surname is Odil, and your middle name is Leodre, so what is the relationship between Count Odile and Bepito Riodre?" ”

"The Earl of Odile is my father, and Sir Leaudrey is my mentor, and this armor is a relic of my mentor." The wandering knight raised his head and took out an envelope from his bosom, "This letter was handed over to you by my mentor before he died. ”

"Relic......" Viscount Ivanles took the envelope—it was an envelope, but it was actually a rough cowhide that had been scrawled up, and he didn't immediately open it, but just stared at the armor of the wandering knight with emotion, "I remember him, he was a noble and valiant warrior, and he deserved a better home." ”

"The Mentor died in battle." The Wandering Knight whispered, his eyes slightly red, and his voice a little choked, "In order to protect the villagers of Vizan, he fought alone against more than sixty Green Forest bandits. By the time I arrived with the rangers, the bandits had dispersed, but so had the Mentor—" He didn't continue, just pursed his lips tightly.

"It's Leodrey." Viscount Ivanles smiled silently, but his fingers unconsciously clenched the envelope.

Old fellow, you are still the same elm head as always, a dozen sixty, you old bones dare to be at the front. It's no wonder that the falcons you led at the beginning were all die-hards, each more stubborn than the other. And this young man should be your last remaining peach and plum, right? I wonder if he has also inherited the knightly creed that has carried you throughout your life? Viscount Ivanles opened the envelope and looked Wren up and down, hoping to find some shadows of his old friend. However, his memory of Leodre is only in the spirit of the old years, and this temperament cannot be seen from a wandering knight in any way. Viscount Ivanles quickly gave up on this unrealistic idea, and he glanced at the envelope quickly, a single glance that made his brow furrow tightly, while the corners of his mouth rose in a somewhat bitter arc.

The letter contained only one scribbled line: Old friend, help me take care of Wren.

What is this, Tuogu? Viscount Ivanles thought helplessly. While the old man was still hesitating, Gelbold hurried into the tent, leaned into his ear and whispered, "Mr. Kisia, they are back!" ”

Viscount Ivanles' heart moved, a not so wonderful, but at least plausible idea crossed his mind. He looked at Wren, who was nervously waiting. "How old are you?" He asked.

"I just turned twenty-one last month."

"Very well, at the age of the strong, how is it, are you willing to serve Ravenston on the battlefield?"

Wren puffed out his chest: "The best destination for knights is the battlefield, Wren is willing to go to the soup for the adults!" ”

"Don't go out of your way for a person, I'm sure Leodre should have told you that knights always owe their allegiance to the state, not to the individual." Viscount Ivanles shook his head, "But you also know that your identity is too sensitive, and there is no place for a falcon in Ravenston's current regular army. However, I could introduce you to a mercenary group. They—" the old man hesitated, "Let's count Livingston's team." ”

……

Outside the town of Silver Lake.

Kia jumped out of the carriage and took a few large breaths of cold air in quick succession, and the light feeling in his mind suddenly dissipated a lot. After soaking in the fragrance emitted by the burning of whale oil for a long time, the whole person seems to be in a cloud made of honey, and the sweet and greasy feeling accumulates in every corner of the body. Kia doesn't reject this feeling, on the contrary, he enjoys it, but he doesn't want to dull his body because of his greed for enjoyment.

"Silver Lake has arrived, the contract has been reached, and our relationship has come to an end." The middle-aged man with a mustache poked his head out of the car window and said to Kia with a smile, "Good luck next." ”

"Where's Estheu?" Kia asked, "Is there any news of him?" ”

"If nothing else, they're out of the Mendelssohn Mountains," Quegfin twisted his upturned beard, "maybe he's already waiting for you in Silverlake." ”

Kea was skeptical, and he wanted to ask again, but Quegfin had already put his head back: "Well, there will be a date later." ”

Rietydilan raised his whip and shouted, and the seemingly simple but extremely luxurious carriage drifted away from the south, gradually disappearing from the sight of Kia's group. Salaman frowned: "This person entrusted us to escort him to Silverlake Town, and when he arrived, he returned to the south, I'm afraid he had other plans. ”

"It can be seen," said Kia, "that he should actually be escorting us." He thought of Quegffen's so-called "investment" again, and now he thought of it in the same tone as a businessman in Sarion. But where did his expectations await them? Kia could vaguely feel himself in a huge whirlpool, and he had begun to spin involuntarily under the undercurrent, and at the center of this whirlpool—Kia's instincts told him—was Essho himself!

A little further away from the town of Silver Lake.

"Okay, they're out of sight, stop." Quegfin said lazily, "I'll talk the talk, get to Silverlake, do something for me, and you'll be free." ”

"Hurry up." Ritediran said expressionlessly, his eyes hidden under his sunglasses, unable to see his true emotions, but his tone was very impulsive. A month and a half of working as a coachman for this profiteer was definitely one of the most humiliating episodes in the life of the Noldor elf, even better than when he was expelled from the Noldor Forest by Islam Dil.

"Go to Boeing Blue, bring this letter to an old pedant named Brochette, and tell him," Quegfin ignored Teddylan's reaction, and just slowly flicked the foam from his teacup, "Winter is finally over." ”