Seren carried a heavy cloth bag, full of things, and on his broad shoulders, the pocket had a noticeable concave deformation - as the Admiral's lieutenant, he mixed with the other officers to carry the soldiers who came and went, and this time the supplies obtained from the overseas islands finally gave him a smile on his face that he had not seen in a long time. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In recent days, one news after another has been so disappointing that a fake Karthhas emissary has arrived in Afron, and they think that a turning point has been ushered in. Then, from the Shamrock Manor drinking party of the Escud family, I learned about the guy's unusual behavior. At the suggestion of Lord Leos, he rode on a horse to Calthas, where he met Adam Arrhenius, Duke of Nogo, in the decadent and dilapidated Lord's Palace. After years of not seeing him, the old man's face had become like a dried orange peel, covered with ugly, dark age spots, his hair was thinning, and his eyes were somewhat cloudy. However, most of the time, a young man with an outstanding temperament accompanies the old man.

Under the introduction of old Adam, he learned the identity of the young man, the former knight captain of the Kingdom Legion, and now the military staff of the Nogo Lord's Palace, Lecter.

The real, fake Northland hero Lecter!

Well, the messenger who came to Afron was definitely a fake—and Seren did not tell the word on the spot, and came to Karthas on official business, and he only asked old Adam about Nogo's condition. According to the relationship between this duke and the royal family, there was a faint hint of asking for help between his words.

However, he did not get the desired results. The current situation of Karthas is as he has seen, the once largest city in the Northland has long since lost its name, compared to the port city of Afron, the streets of the city here are deserted, and occasionally a few civilians pop up in the corner, most of them are yellow-skinned, and there are outsiders who have lost their homes because of the war, and they have set up simple and dilapidated tents in the streets, and because they cannot find a stable livelihood, the old people and children have been reduced to poor beggars; The men were forced to compete for all sorts of drudgery in exchange for a cheap piece of wheat bread; And those women who have a little bit of grace have haunted the streets at night, becoming the lowest warblers.

Really, has the situation collapsed to this point?

It was rumored that the Duke of Nogo was old and faint, and when Seren saw these scenes, he had to admit in his heart that for the navy of the kingdom of Afron, the little hope from the outside was completely cut off - after delivering the letter to the old man, Seren declined the duke's invitation to the banquet, and when he walked out of the lord's palace, he stood side by side with the young man named Lecter, but did not say a few words.

In a corner of the Lord's Palace, daisies are quietly blooming in a flower garden - a specially bred and precious species, with petals a brilliant red color. But this beautiful color fell in his eyes, but somehow, he seemed to see a stray of blood, and the miserable situation of the commoners of the kingdom came back to his eyes, and the silent scene suddenly made his heart extremely heavy.

He shook Lecter's hand and said goodbye and stepped onto the horse. From the young man's gaze, he saw a deep sadness, but a trace of perseverance remained, and the back of the hero of the Northland was still straight.

"Good luck."

He raised his horsewhip, and Lecter shouted behind him. He glanced back and uttered the same blessing, the horse's hooves stomping on the empty streets, the wind whistling in his ears, and all that remained on his face was a bitter smile.

The worst-case scenario is probably like this - Sailon traveled all the way through Nogo to the kingdom's naval camp in Afron, where he worked day and night on his martial arts, trying to forget something with his physical exhaustion, until today, the return of the Mayflower brought him a surprise scene.

The soldier who gave the order ran into his barracks in a hurry, forgetting even the custom of standing outside the door to give an announcement, and he did not pay much attention to it. On the battleship, he saw his long-lost comrades-in-arms Calis and Auguste, they hugged each other tightly, the past was grand, and the reunion at this moment, the corners of their eyes couldn't help but choke tears.

At this moment, in addition to the five-masted battleship "Mayflower", there are also three three-masted battleships "Palmeiras", "Ginkgo", and "Meniscus", except for the "Iron Anchor", which is still sailing, which is almost the entire family of the local fleet of Afron - after the return of Celon from Calsas, an extremely important decision was made within the Royal Navy.

A decision that could change the situation in Afron.

But it's also a risky gamble!

After the supplies were carried out, the officers gathered around Admiral Leos for an impromptu meeting......

……

Diel's invasion - Glo is unaware of what is happening in the Council of the Dead. He recalls the history of the game: in the year 554 of the continental calendar, the first year of the game, which came to be known as the "Year of Blood", in the Nogo mountains, the white winter snow on the ridges began to melt, the branches of trees spit out new shoots, the seeds of wild grasses grew tenaciously from the crevices of the rocks, and snakes and brown bears regained their vitality after a full hibernation......

Some of the brave farmers have returned to their native villages, and in the present autumn they have seized the time to sow some grain, and then save as much wealth as they can by all means, the nobles have no bother to send people to collect taxes, and the commoners are trying to repair their homes destroyed by the war.

But these efforts, after Diel's dead once again invaded the war, became meaningless - down to skeletons, ghouls, carrion golems, to lichs, death knights, and vampires, the citizens of the Dead Realm, who had no interest in human grains, and whose eyes were never fixed on fresh flesh.

The nobles seemed unaware of this, and they continued to have fun all day and night, and during the time they spent before and after Afron, every day at dusk and into the night, they could hear the melodious court music, the singing of the gentlemen, and the joyful screams of the noble ladies from the noble quarter near the Clover Manor...... The wheels of history follow their original trajectory, but he finds that in terms of his current strength and identity, he has nothing to reach and nothing to do.

It was another sunny day, and Glo and Radia were walking through the bustling streets of Afron, the southern part of the city, surrounded by a bustling crowd of people. All sorts of tones and sounds echoed in his ears, but Glo seemed to be in a trance.