The cool autumn morning breeze blew, and she stretched out her jade-like fingers, brushed away the few strands of loose blonde hair on her forehead, and tucked them behind her ears. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info noticed that the eyes of the two companions looked over, and Alyssa hesitated for a moment, then raised her head and looked into the distance.

Soaring seagulls, towering bell towers, glimmering lighthouses, and cyan mountains. The mist melted little by little in the sunlight, and although it was possible to make a little discerning, the outline of the distant scenery and the boundaries between them were still vague.

It was her first time in Afron.

The same goes for her two companions.

Including all the knight squires behind him, it was the first time to come to this port city.

In Karthas, the enthusiastic Sir Henry Wolf, upon hearing of their journey, kindly offered some information about Afron - the customs, the specialties, and some general information about the nobles. Combining these things, she thought about what Lars and Cody had suggested.

But she couldn't make up her mind for a while. On this trip, when she was about to set off, her father said to her: Communicating during the journey is also part of the experience. She had always understood the meaning of the words, and until now, she seemed to understand a little—Alyssa tried to remember, but for more than a decade she remembered, her father never seemed to mention to her about the relationship between the Cecilian family and the other nobles.

The knight lady rolled over and jumped off the tall warhorse, and landed firmly on the ground. She beckoned, and John, the "big nose" in the group, quickly understood and walked over to her.

"John, take out the map."

Alyssa said to her servant. Rather than the ordinary, almost unreliable Adventurer's Guide, this is a thick atlas from within the kingdom's military, and John found the one about Afron from the catalog. On the map, the layout of the port city of Afron is accurately and detailed, as well as the nearby roads, surrounding mountains, forests, topography, landforms, and rivers.

Slender fingers swiped across the fine parchment, and Cody and Lars also came closer, and while they looked at the map, they looked at the scene in front of them with great care—the position they were now at was the entrance and exit of the southern gate of Afron, and after following the direction they came, through the southern city inhabited by civilians, they could reach the lord's palace where the Marquis of Afron was. On the right-hand side in the direction of the coastline, about two kilometers in a straight line, sits the camp of the naval detachment of the Kingdom of Afron, and if there are no accidents, Lord Naldo should stay there

Later, three young, well-educated knights found the peace of Afron on the map, where the South, the Port, and the Noble District meet. One of the most famous landmarks is the century-old Church of Afron. Located in a small alley across the street from the church, the Sheriff's Office is somewhat isolated compared to most of the city's municipal services.

"If you only consider the reasonable distance, the best route choice is the naval camp, the security office, and the city lord's mansion."

"It seems to be the other way around."

After hearing Cody's conclusion, the knight immediately made an extension. She put the atlas back in a special wooden box that was waterproof and insect proof, handed it back to her servant John, and then stepped into the stirrups and mounted her warhorse, and the knights and knight squires around her were ready to continue their operations. In the eyes of the gradually increasing number of pedestrians, this small knight order maintained a neat and orderly procession, and began to move at a uniform speed in the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

And the city defense soldiers behind them, after determining this team of knights entering the city, quickly informed the information.

The Iris Knights have arrived in Afron!

The officers of the city defense army who heard the news could hardly believe their ears. Normally, in non-emergency situations, the transfer of the kingdom's military sequence must be accompanied by an order and an internal notice from the military, but these days, he has not received any information at all. The officer then called his adjutant and, after checking the situation repeatedly, he looked at the soldier who had given him the information:

The officers and soldiers of the city defense army were basically made up of local nobles and commoners. After getting along for a long time, there are some old faces back and forth, almost completely familiar.

"Hank, you mean, you just saw the banner of the Iris Knights and those cavalry?"

The officer looked serious, stared at the soldier and continued to interrogate. He knew very well the background of this soldier named "Hank" - although there were many vices such as drinking, gambling, and visiting kilns, this kid definitely did not have the courage to make up things about military intelligence.

"Hank" nodded silently.

The officer withdrew his gaze, his fingers tapping lightly on the table in a rhythmic manner, and he was thinking:

Could it be someone fake?

As soon as this speculation popped into his mind, the officer shook his head, feeling the ridiculousness of his own idea—it was easy to pretend to be a knight. However, it would be too difficult to fake a cavalry team of dozens of people, especially elite cavalry like the Iris Knights. Formed combat professionals, horses, armor, and weapons, plus daily wear and maintenance costs, are enough to bankrupt ordinary nobles.

Except for the royal family and a few wealthy nobles, no one would spend a limited amount of money to build these cavalry.

The officer pulled out a piece of paper from the drawer of his desk and scribbled some ghostly code words. When he had finished writing these things, he stood up, left his desk, and walked through the dimly lit corridor to the antechamber of the building, where the soldiers of the Afron City Guards stood guard and saw his arrival, and they saluted in unison.

The officer, who seemed to be of no lower status, smiled, and under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, he went into another room and handed the note to his colleague. (Note: This involves the issue of institutions within the Elantra military sequence.) In the vast majority of cases, the power to make decisions and dispatch cannot be vested in the same person, except for the highest level or special authorization from the highest level. ）

……

Clover Manor.

The swordsmanship genius of the Northlands, known to all as the "Chosen One", is doing his daily swordsmanship in the quiet grove - he drank too much alcohol from last night's drinking party, but it doesn't seem to have affected him in the slightest. As usual, he woke up, washed up, and started exercising on time. The whole person looks energetic and energetic.

He calmly crossed his hands and held the heavy steel sword, the tip of which was about twenty centimeters off the ground, but he did not move. The valet carried a bamboo basket on her arm, and was sitting on a bench beside her, looking at her master infatuatedly—on the face that was not as beautiful as a man, her fair skin was constantly dripping with fine beads of sweat, and she was slightly red. But that's not what is amazing.

With a deep and rhythmic breath, the heavy sword trembled slightly in the air, and the milky white mist in the forest drifted close to him, as if falling into a whirlpool with strong suction power, the fog gathered more and more thickly, and after a while, his figure was like a cloud in the sky.

This situation began at the beginning of the morning and continues to the present. It wasn't until the middle-aged butler came to the grove that Marcuro suddenly opened his closed eyes. In the eyes of the butler and the maid, it seemed that lightning and thunder were seen, and the majestic storm swept away heavy clouds and was raging mercilessly!