Kersuff followed Boban through a long corridor, and after passing through an archway, the bright light from the outside filled his vision, causing him to squint slightly, and then he could see a small courtyard in front of him. The courtyard was surrounded by a cloister, in the middle of the castle, in the middle of the courtyard, and the blue sky overhead, probably because of the long walk in the dark, the blue color was a bit harsh.

In the courtyard was a delicate garden, and he saw two men sitting in the shade of an old tree in the center of the garden, one of them in a black silk robe, with gray hair, and a somewhat fat figure, a thick gold necklace hanging from the back of his neck, which had folded several layers of skin, to his chest, and on the pendant was an emerald gem that was a little thrillingly green.

This emerald is called the 'Heart of the Ancient Tree', which is a long-standing treasure of the Rosalin family and a symbol of the head of the family, so it is natural to say that this person's identity is self-explanatory. Ksaf hadn't seen his lord for a while, and only then did he realize that he was looking a little old again.

"The lord is already old, and it seems that he doesn't know when he will return to the arms of the goddess." The thought could not help but turn in Ksuff's mind, he knew that the old lord had two sons, the eldest of whom he trusted but did not deal with Boban. After all, he was the swordsmanship teacher of the lord's son, and Kersaf always felt that the old lord's arrangement might not be appropriate, but he neither dared nor qualified to say such things.

His gaze fell on the young lady sitting on the edge of the ancient tree, and although it was not the first time he had seen the other party, Kersaf could not help but feel dizzy subconsciously.

It was a very special woman, she seemed somewhat quiet, her face pale from injury adding to her weakness, and her beautiful black hair hung unabashedly over her shoulders and white robe. Make her so holy that she looks like a goddess.

It's just that this lady's beauty is very different from that of the Jiufeng people, although her skin is snow-white, her tall and straight nose bridge and purple eyes show that she is not a native of the Swift Plain.

Perhaps this is a goddess, Kersaf could not help but think to herself, who had fallen from the sky with a white light and landed in the courtyard of Rosalen Castle. Even the people in the ghost car were attracted to her attention. The old lord even thought it was a blessing from heaven and a good omen, although it was not long after that that there had been a strange attack on Rosaline.

Of course, no one would associate the monster's attack on Rosalin with this weak lady, at most they would only think that maybe it was a hint that Lord Martha ordered the Rosalin people to return to the land of the Swift Plains, otherwise why would the power of the ghost car appear in this barren land, and the power of the nine-headed bird is the king of the underground in the Swift Plains.

Krsaf glanced at the old lord with some jealousy, and he swore that the mythical description of the beauty of the goddesses might not be as good as the woman in front of him.

It's a pity that the other party's beauty definitely doesn't belong to him. He only knew her name so far, and subconsciously the guards in Rosalin Castle had already regarded each other as the new mistress of the castle, anyway, the old lord's original partner had died more than ten years ago.

Except that the lord's eldest son has a lot of complaints about this-

"I don't know if our lord is still capable." As he looked at the two of them, he couldn't help but think a little gloomy in his heart that the old lord seemed to be rejuvenated and energetic in front of Delphien, and was talking about something to please the latter.

It wasn't until the two of them entered the garden that Lord Rosalin finally noticed them. As if he had been interrupted, he looked at the two of them with some unpleasantness, but when he saw Boban, his most trusted subordinate. His face softened a lot. "My dear captain of the guard, and Kersaf, I remember you lad, how is your poor mount?"

"It hurt so badly that I couldn't bear to see my old fellow being tortured and gave it a good time. I buried it outside Port Rosalin. It is here that it dies, and its soul should haunt the land, and I have a new mount, and the new little one is to my heart's content, my lord. Kersaf hurriedly stepped back and saluted.

"That's good. I see your loyalty and bravery, and no one will dare to question your contribution to the Rosalin family," the old lord said with a gentle smile on his face: "You have come just in time, the wizard told me that Miss Delphine is recovering well today and can come out of the room to breathe. ”

Delphine looked at the two men with a look of confusion on his face, as if he was curious with a hint of a girl's subconscious self-protective vigilance, and this weak expression could not help but make the hearts of everyone who saw it flutter - except, of course, the tall, thin, middle-aged man with a cold face who seemed to have no interest in anything in the outside world.

She subconsciously immediately felt that this person was very threatening, but her face naturally showed a somewhat shy and polite smile towards the two, as if she was really a girl who did not care about the world.

Brando might be so surprised to see this here that he might be so surprised that he knew the madwoman who was hysterically bent on avenging his old friend? Or did he later calmly and calmly help him deal with the silver queen's prime minister's daughter?

If he happened to witness this, he would subconsciously tell him immediately that he should keep his distance from this woman.

Unfortunately, he was not here, but of the three men present, the other two men, except Boban, had fallen under this deceptive disguise. Ksuff hurriedly returned the salute, swearing that he had never performed a knightly salute so nervously and formally in his life.

The old lord nodded, and looked at Boban on the side—the middle-aged man wasn't really hostile to Delphien, but he didn't care. He knew very well what his most trusted subordinate was thinking, and asked, "Then my captain of the guard, what happened?" ”

……

While Kersaf recounted what had happened to them on the banks of the Chusanze River that morning, Brando was surveying the lobby of the Stormshade Inn, a four-story wood-and-stone inn built on the edge of the docks, with a white-slate plaza outside the inn with an open area for armies, and behind the inn was the harbor of Rosalin, facing the sea on one side.

This is a good place for roundup, I have to say, the other party is quite good at picking places, and he is a bit of a brainy character.

Unfortunately, it doesn't make much sense.

Although, according to Nasin, it was the time of day when commercial activity was relatively light in Rosalin, the inns were still overcrowded, probably because of the influx of refugees outside Rosalin, and not all of them were destitute, a large part of them were mill and manor owners outside Rosalin, and except for those who had property in the city, no one else could live in the same shacks as real refugees.

Brando turned around and reminded Huang Huo, telling her to follow her carefully, in hotels and bars such as well-informed, dragons and snakes are most likely to cause trouble, although Huang Huo is only ten years old this year, but he is already a beautiful embryo, maybe there are people who don't have long eyes to make trouble.

Of course, he didn't worry about Phoenix Fire, after all, he knew that this little girl was already a swordsman in the realm of heaven and man, but he didn't want to demolish this inn because of this kind of thing.

Fortunately, it doesn't seem that it is the first time that Huanghuo has been in and out of this kind of place, and she behaves decently, following him step by step, and it seems that she and Mr. Liu have gained a lot from their experience all the way.

However, the appearance of the two still caused a commotion, not to mention Brando, his appearance is an outlier here, in the Swift Plains, perhaps the Cruz and St. Osor's wind elves are not uncommon, because there are always shipping lanes and trade routes on the Dark Sea.

But in the vicinity of Rosalin, even the undead of Mardala have the face of an Oriental, and few people who have seen the Vajnd are very rare.

Not to mention that Huanghuo, as the pearl of the Nine Phoenixes, has inherited the best genes of the Jade Phoenix lineage, not to mention the picturesque eyebrows, the snow-white porcelain skin and dazzling green silk are incompatible with ordinary adventurers.

Although she had followed Brando's advice and put on the traveler's costume in a low-key manner, she stood out among the filthy sailors, mercenaries, and adventurers as if they were lights in the night.

Feeling the strange gaze around her, Huang Huo also seemed a little nervous, she couldn't help but speed up her pace, and whispered, "Brother......"

This was their agreed identity, after all, even Mr. Liu would not dare to let Brando deign to pretend to be the guardian of the Phoenix Fire - although this may not be wrong in Brando's own eyes.

And judging from the age of the two, it seems that only the identity of brother and sister is less suspicious, not to mention Brando's pampered aristocratic temperament (in fact, the spiritual temperament of modern people), so that he is not qualified to act as a cute and bubbling Lori's personal guard, which seems to be an extremely promising job.

Brando turned around and patted her on the shoulder, signaling that she didn't care.

Then he raised his head and glanced coldly around the hall of the shadow of the storm, and an invisible momentum suddenly erupted from him, and the faint silver lines of law spread out in the middle of the space like flickering fish scales, and the drunks who had just risen from their positions and were about to stagger in this direction fell into an ice cave, as if they had been drenched from head to toe by a basin of ice water, and sat back on their seats.

In an instant, the inn hall, which was still noisy, suddenly fell silent.

…… (To be continued......)