Act 132: End of Summer (3rd Update)

Brando managed to get his mind in order, but when he looked up again, he couldn't help but be slightly startled, because he saw the Count of Baal standing in front of him:

What does this guy want to do?

"Mr. Brando, is it?" Count Violet put away his smile and asked seriously.

"How?" Brando asked rhetorically, not in a good mood.

"Although we disagree, we seem to be on the same page. At least I can be sure that you're not on the other side of us, right? Without waiting for Brando's reply, the Violet Count continued: "Of course, we each have our own ways of hoping that the kingdom will follow the path of revival, but there is no need to hate each other, I admit that Mr. Macarro's approach is a bit extreme, but he is only a mortal after all. ”

"What do you want to say?"

"Would you like to join us, and instead of complaining, you might as well do it yourself? I hope to see a young man like you in our camp. Baal seemed to have completely forgotten his previous unhappiness and invited sincerely.

That's what you're always doing, Brando thought. But he shook his head, and said nonsense in his heart, if it weren't for the fact that he was almost standing in the same camp, it would be your turn to stand here and talk? You must know that with the help of Ginkgo biloba and Aloz, it is only a matter of minutes to keep this army behind - but Brando does not want to make things happen, and he has already taught Macaro and Lewoods a lesson about Akane and Sanfud, but if they go any further, the two sides will have to clash. Brando is not a reckless young man who can't see the situation clearly, he knows that he is leaving Duke Lune's army here, maybe Her Royal Highness the princess will be driven straight into by the captain of Enlek's army, and even Freya is dangerous if it is not good, let alone anything in the future.

Since the other party wisely did not continue to be mixed in the matter of the golden apple, he didn't bother to mention it again, but what to say.

What a joke.

Brando looked at the Earl, who still had a slight affection for him, shook his head, and replied coldly, "No," he refused categorically, but the latter sentence made Baal slightly stunned: "You will see me soon, believe me, but not here, not in the way you wish-"

Count Violet listened to this sentence with a complicated expression, and then glanced at Brando deeply.

"We'll see."

He replied.

The real battle was ended by the senior knight cadets led by the officers of the reserve ranks, and when Freya and the other junior freshmen arrived, they were really only left to clean up the battlefield. The maiden, like everyone else, saw the hedgehog-like carriage on the central avenue of the forest from a distance, surrounded by a line of knights in silver armor - the knights had many of their companions' corpses with them, but even so, they did not let anyone approach the carriage and insisted on treating the wounds of the dead and their companions.

Therefore, the battlefield is clearly divided into two colors, silver and purple, each of which does not interfere with each other. The avenue was littered with corpses, and the forest was no different, and there was an occasional mournful wail from far and near, or the screams of the nobleman's daughter and son—in fact, the senior cadets in front of them did not kill everyone when they passed through the battlefield, and even deliberately left many seriously wounded behind. But all but the necessary ones must be left to the cold corpses, and this job is left to the new students who clean up the battlefield.

Many people were so trembling that they couldn't do it, and some were even nauseous. It was much better for a young man like Freya, who had been promoted from the garrison and militia, to guess the identity of the people in the carriage and then concentrate on her work. The second son of the Count of Beckberg followed him with a grim face, and now the young man could only retch weakly.

While holding a fir, he looked at Freya with admiration, and thought that she was really a girl with character.

“…… Do you know who that is? He asked, taking a breath.

"What?" Freya was slightly puzzled and asked back.

"Carriage."

The girl from the countryside of Buchi looked at the carriage suspiciously, and her bright eyes showed her bewilderment very bluntly, and she shook her head.

"The emblem on the carriage is a scarab, which belongs to only one person in the kingdom."

"Huh?"

The young man looked at Freya in surprise, thinking to himself, you don't even know this, how did you come to the Royal Academy? However, he immediately realized that the other party was not pretending to have such an innocent look, and had to shake his head and reply, "Master Lewoods, the chief court wizard of Eruin. ”

"Ahh

The second son of the Earl of Beckberg shook his head again: "But if Master Lewoods is in the carriage, there is no need for us to do anything. Therefore, there may be other people in the carriage, but there are not many people who are close to Master Lewoods, and the only people who can borrow his carriage are his students, except for the current king. ”

"Your Highness the Princess?" Freya couldn't help but look over there with wide eyes, although she was just a country girl, she still knew these common senses.

The young man nodded.

But the two were talking, and a black war horse suddenly swept past them. The knight on the horse galloped through the forest, but seemed to froze for a moment, and then turned his horse's head back to the two men in front of them—and then stopped before them. Freya was slightly stunned, she and the young man beside her subconsciously raised her head, and then saw the beautiful and indifferent face.

The head on the snow-white neck is like a beautiful work of art, and even in the north of Corcova, you will hardly see such a perfect face, and the pointed chin brings an arc as if it had just stepped down from the scroll. It is invariably thought that the so-called beauty of the northern country praised in the bard's poems may be born from this.

The girl's eyes seemed to be a pair of cold amethysts, and the northerners more or less had the blood of the Miner people, but it was quite rare to be so pure. Her lips were pursed, and the two thin sword eyebrows under the bangs on her forehead were slightly raised, and then she frowned up with some dissatisfaction, giving people a feeling of not smiling, and the straight, slender nose bridge seemed to represent the girl's extremely strong character. But at this moment, he just let out a soft cold snort.

She looked at the two of them condescendingly, her gaze slowly sweeping over Freya and then on the second son of the Count of Beckberg.

"Your name is Freya?"

She stared at the second son of the Count of Beckberg, who felt as if he were a poisonous snake in the grass locked by the sharp gaze of a falcon. But when Nimesis spoke, her deep, cold, slightly hoarse voice was asking Freya.

"Yes, yes."

"Your riding and swordsmanship training are good," said Nimesis in a low, magnetic voice, "I've heard about you, too, but you'd better stay away from these scum if you want to fulfill your wishes—" The maiden rode on her horse, looked back at the young man with a look of disdain, and said bluntly.

Both of them were stunned.

The second son of the Count of Beckberg frowned, and subconsciously retorted: "Sister Nimesis, you say that-"

But before he could finish his words, he heard a soft sound of 'Zheng', and then his neck was slightly cold. The corner of his eye had barely touched the cold reflection on the blade of the sword, and the young man found that Nimesis had turned over and dismounted, and the long sword was unsheathed and placed on his neck, and the whole movement was done in one go, and even his hand froze with his own words.

"Have I allowed you to interject?" Nimesis asked coldly.

The young man was covered in a cold sweat and couldn't say a word for a while.

"What's your name?" The girl asked again.

"Sangani ......"

"Sergeant."

"Ni, Nimeisis, I-"

The sword in the girl's hand approached slightly, interrupting him, "Report to the sir." ”

The second son of the Count of Beckberg swallowed a mouthful of spittle and replied tremblingly, "Sir, I am a second-year student, and I am not yet a sergeant-" He scarcely dared to say a word, and it took all his strength to squeeze it out.

Nimesis retracted her sword and sheathed it with a bang, and her movements were so fast that almost no one could see clearly. She turned her head and glanced indifferently at the young man who was swearing loudly in her heart, her purple eyes were undisguised disdain, but when she spoke, it was an unquestionable order: "Then, soldier, I order you to shut up-"

Then she turned around, straightened Freya's collar with both hands that was a little crooked from cleaning up the battlefield earlier, then patted her on the shoulder lightly, and said softly, "Remember my words, it doesn't hurt you—"

Freya didn't move, and for a moment she didn't know how to speak.

Yes, thank you?

But it's really amazing, will you become the same person as the other party? Someday. She couldn't help but think so.

……

"Who's that?"

When the half-elf princess turned around, she asked the young man on the side in a low voice. Her gaze passed through the window of the carriage and fell on the side of the forest, where the whole conflict between the second son of the Count of Beckberg and Nimersis fell into the girl's eyes. She opened the curtain with one hand and looked at the two girls in the forest with some distraction, feeling a hint of familiarity in her heart.

"Mrs. Miller's daughter is probably related to the Grand Duke of Lune. She has a good talent and is a die-hard member of the royal family, so she should be able to be trusted. Sir Begnin only glanced at it, and then replied.

Hearing the young man's stupidity, the girl couldn't help but smile slightly: "Of course I know Nimesis, but she's my close friend, Bergning, are you too tired?" ”

"I'm sorry."

Begnin replied awkwardly.

"I mean the other one, do you know," the half-elf princess asked again, "I think she's familiar—"

"That's Everton's daughter—"

A gentle voice came from outside the carriage.

Griffiin was slightly stunned, then a hint of surprise flashed in her pale silver eyes, she turned her head and asked in a low voice, "Overwell?" ”

There was a moment of silence outside the carriage.

Then there was a low laugh: "It's the old minister, Your Royal Highness the Princess, it seems that I am a little late." ”

……