"Lulu, are those people gone?"

A plump, skin-tight and smooth face like leavened bread appeared in front of Glo. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info looked at Glo with two squinting slender eyes, and moved away. His mouth was heavy, and the fishy smell mixed with sporadic spit onto Miss Lulu's neck, forehead, and sideburns—the two were about a head apart, especially in this case, Miss Lulu lowered her head, picked up a rag, and began to wipe down a few tables that had not yet been cleaned up.

Lulu was silent and didn't say anything. Under the black waiter's coat, the silver-white lace-trimmed shirt covered the full chest, but it was obvious that there were a few violent ups and downs. She nodded, and then saw the middle-aged man who looked like a meat ball and seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief—he ran to the door, poked his head out and found that the street outside was empty, and began to call the other two waiters on duty to join him in closing work.

Several thick planks were quickly put together, and in the dim light of the tavern hall, two latches the size of a child's arm—square-edged wooden strips crossed on top of each other. He patted the plank, and when he made sure it was sturdy, he finally remembered that there was a "Mr. Knight" sitting in the corner.

He ran over, and the "Mr. Knight" said what he meant bluntly. After accepting the accommodation fee, the fat and bulky boss took the guests into the upstairs guest room in a rare way.

Outside the window, the night sea breeze is howling......

……

The night passed quietly.

The full moon in the sky had not yet faded, and the morning light had already penetrated through the vast mist. A soldier of the night watch at the southern gate of Afron yawned, and he put down his spear in the corner of the wall, and was about to stretch out with his hands held high—

On this quiet morning, the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the distance. The soldier rubbed his eyes, he grabbed the spear in one hand, and shook his companion in the other:

"Hey, hey! What is that? ”

"Cavalry, what's wrong?"

"Cavalry? Enemy...... Enemy attack! Rangers of the Tasya Barbarians! The soldier in the confusion suddenly shuddered and shouted in a lost voice. He turned and was about to run into the towers of the city wall to ring the bell and summon more companions, but as soon as he had taken two steps, he found that his surroundings were strangely quiet—the gates were not as lively as they were during the day, except for a few sparse figures: a few peasants from nearby villages who were walking into the city in search of a living, and a small merchant in a carriage, heard his shouting, and suddenly stopped, and looked at him with the eyes of an idiot.

"Did the wine you drank last night make you drunk until now? See that flag? Knights of the Iris of the Kingdom. Besides, the damned war is long over......"

The companion squinted his eyes, showed a look of disdain, and babbled in a broken voice. He looked at the much-praised banner from afar, a background as white as the sun, with a ring of purple irises and two long swords with intertwined blades waving in the air and hunting. The sound of horses' hooves drew closer, and the silhouettes of horses and knights gradually emerged from the mist. The knight was fully armed, with a spear, a great sword, beautiful metal armor with a glittering sheen, and a round shield wrapped in a layer of iron.

The farmer and the merchant, including the two soldiers, were all stunned for a moment. They knew that this was the kingdom's famous Iris Knights, but why did they come to the port city of Afron? Could it be that something big is going to happen here?

In their knowledge, they couldn't tell the difference between the regular members of the Iris Knights and the reserves. In fact, there are definitely not too many people in the entire Afron who can accurately identify the origin of this team by the characteristics on the banner, even if they include all the nobles in the city

At the front of the team, Miss Alyssa Cecilia rode on a tall, pure-haired western horse, from the shoe of the horse's feet to the saddle supporting the knight, it was the height of an ordinary adult man. The procession of knights from afar soon made their way through the fog outside the city and came under the city gates. The farmer and the merchant got out of the way early, and the two men of the city guards, who were interested, also took up their short spears and retreated to both sides of the entrance.

They looked at the knight on the horse, with mixed expressions, either envy or fear—unlike ordinary civilians entering the city, this procession of nearly thirty men entered the city without any hindrance. Behind the walls, the middle-aged official who oversaw the collection of the entrance tax sat on a small chair and closed his eyes, and the shouts of the soldiers opened his eyes, but when he saw the procession around him, he returned to his previous posture of pretending to sleep.

There is no such thing as an entry tax for the nobles and soldiers of the kingdom. He would never try to be bored.

The horses' hooves stepped onto the stone-paved streets of the city, almost like a rumbling thunder.

After passing through the city gate, two wide streets appear in the field of vision, leading to three different directions. In the early morning, the whole port city was not completely busy, and the war horses stopped at the intersection one after another, and Alyssa took off her mask and looked back at the two knights who followed behind her.

"Alyssa."

The long-haired blond knight took out a cloth handkerchief from his bosom and wiped the sweat off his face, "I think, should we go to visit the Marquis of Afron first, or go to Lord Naldo first?" ”

"Lars, you've forgotten an important person."

In the hollowed-out armor, Cody reminded aloud.

"Is it Mr. Joyce? By the way, I heard that Lord Rhodes is also here. The two seniors of the Knights, well, are indeed necessary. Alyssa, what about your advice? ”

Lars remembered their other identity besides the nobility, the Iris Knights Reserve. Although there is still a gap between the formal members and the official members, in the kingdom's military system, this necessary emotional connection cannot be ignored.

This is the end of the experience of this trip. As a child of a nobleman with a prominent background, it is undoubtedly a very rude thing to come to other nobles or territories with real power tasks that are close to each other, if you do not make some routine contacts and visits.

But in order of visits? This is not a question that can be arbitrary, but to some extent represents a comparison of the proximity and proximity of the relationship.

Lars and Cody exchanged glances, then looked at Miss Knight together.