Act 130 My Friend (1st Update)

"Your Royal Highness Princess, there are too many enemies, please take shelter for a while."

Outside, Sir Begning's earnest plea came from the voice, and the voice was a little urgent, and the situation seemed unoptimistic—steel bolts struck the iron plates in the mezzanine of the side walls of the carriage, and thumped—and the assassins emerged from the forest on all sides. Even Princess Griffiin herself did not expect that in Graf's own territory, there would be the most dangerous assassination since she absconded.

But the girl pursed her lips, looked straight ahead with her pale silver eyes, and replied, "No need, I'll wait here for my knights to arrive." ”

"Your Highness—"

"Begnin."

"Yes."

"Nothing, thank you." The girl said lightly.

The sound outside the carriage stopped suddenly, and the young man turned his head and pressed one hand on the hilt of his sword, leaving only the endless courage in his chest.

The half-elf maiden, as always, wore her favorite silver-white princess dress, her hands folded on her knees, and even at this moment the maiden sat more upright than the most meticulous young lady. The slightest detail of royal etiquette on the eldest princess of Eruin reveals the majesty of the ancient family, and she is the brightest jewel in the crown of Eruin, even in the eyes of the most demanding nobles.

In the eyes of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Eruin's sole heir to the throne was looking at her with a cowardly gaze directly across the carriage.

"Sister......" Haruze, the only son of Obergu VII, whispered in fear.

The girl glared coldly at her only brother.

"Haruzer, take your sword and turn it around-"

Haruzer had always been obedient to this stern sister, and this time he did not dare to disobey, so he had to overcome his trembling mood and carefully reverse the long sword, on which was engraved an extremely small line of words:

'Call my name Courage-'

This is the motto of the royal family of Corkova, and the motto of this half-elf princess; It's just that this sentence has become a glaring irony when it comes to Obergu VII, the only son. The little boy clutched his saber in both hands, and looked up at his sister in confusion, whose sternness and the danger lurking outside the carriage made him not know what to do for a moment, and tears rolled in his eyes.

Seeing his younger brother like this, even Griffiin couldn't help but sigh. Her heart softened irrepressibly, and she said softly, "It's okay, with me, my sister will protect you-"

The little boy wiped his tears with his sleeve and nodded vigorously.

There was silence in the carriage.

The battle outside seemed to have quieted down.

At the Bastar Royal Cavalry Academy in Graf, on the playground, in the classroom, or in the hallway, everyone couldn't help but get up from their seats and look up at the spectacle beyond the arched window.

Freya looked up in a daze, and all that remained in her eyes was the silver pillar of light that pierced through the clouds. Under the sky, the light behind the mountains and the line of heaven and earth seems to be the tower of the ancient mythology 'Babel', and the clouds are slowly moving towards the surrounding sky thousands of miles away layer by layer with the light as the center, as if forming a radial fish-scale pattern at a wider angle, and the magnificence of that scene transcends the rhetoric between the mortal worlds, and can penetrate the heart and make a person tremble from the depths of his heart.

What is that?

The girl was wearing a training kit, and she pressed the ponytail behind her head with one hand and forgot to put it down, her face refracted the colored light of the clouds, and she looked in that direction motionlessly—Lord Martha, is that what is that showing to the world?

The training ground of the Bastar Royal Cavalry Academy gradually increased. The crowd screamed, sending messages to each other, as if the end of the world was coming in the next moment—everyone looking up at the southern sky and holding their breath; The human voice went from whispering to boiling. The mentors who had come out to maintain order were soon joined by the mentors, who shook their heads in disbelief, barely believing what they were seeing.

"This is, resonance reaction, right?"

"What did you say?" I saw the girl with one hand behind her head holding her ponytail turn her head and stare at him with bright light brown eyes with an inquiring look. The second son of Count Beckberg's heart skipped a beat - a rare opportunity for the Bastar Royal Cavalry Academy was still dominated by male cadets after all, and a few female cadets in each issue naturally became the target of these nobles' subsequent games - such as Freya, who had outstanding appearance and temperament, and even more rare had no background, was called a delicious prey.

This hunting game is spread among the senior grades, and the prey itself is naturally not self-conscious. It's just that Freya instinctively felt that there were more inexplicable guys around her, which made this girl from the country of Buchi feel some instinctive nervousness and uneasiness, but the blonde boy who answered her question, she couldn't help but take a second look.

He seemed to know something.

"It's a magical reaction, but it's so strong...... Never heard of it. The second son of the Count of Beckberg immediately showed his best side, and replied with a slight smile.

"Magic reaction?"

Freya's heart skipped a beat, and she inexplicably remembered a night in the Golden Tree Canyon, and wondered what happened to that guy. But she immediately turned her head to prevent the hot expression on her face from falling into the eyes of others, and the girl from the countryside of Buchi stared up at the silver pillar of light, which had faded. She took a breath, trying to calm the panic in her heart, and asked, "What is it?" ”

"In that direction, it should be Jean Denel."

"Jean Denel."

Freya couldn't help but lightly press one hand on her chest, feeling her heart beating vigorously and pounding: "Brando, is it you, I miss you so much......"

The girl's restless and shy expression fell into the eyes of the young man, and it became the expression of the effect of his offensive, "a country girl who has never seen the world" He couldn't help but think to himself, but with a gentle smile on his face, he wanted to say something further. But it was at this moment that a hurried bell rang throughout the playground, interrupting the young man's sweet words—everyone on the playground had to reluctantly withdraw their gaze from the vision in the southern sky and cast their gaze in the other direction of the playground.

The silver bell of the Bastar Academy hangs from the bell tower on the roof of the Executive Hall and is only rung during celebrations or in the most urgent situations. So everyone couldn't help but wonder, what happened? Does it have anything to do with the previous vision?

But a squad of cavalry had already entered the playground from the other side, and as soon as they entered, they each separated the crowd on the playground. The lead rider was a young girl in a purple tuxedo uniform, she rode her horse and ran in front of everyone, then turned the horse's head and stopped-slightly raised her chin and looked at everyone: "All the people, from the moment you hear this order, return to you, I will give you three minutes to prepare for the battle-"

The girl's voice was a little low and slightly hoarse, but it was like a cold wind sweeping through everyone's hearts, making everyone suffocated.

Combat readiness? What fight? Simulated battles? But it doesn't seem to be time for testing yet.

"Prep Graders ......"

"What?" Freya couldn't help but froze for a moment as she looked at the female knight with black hair hanging down and standing upright on her horse like a javelin. She heard the young man muttering to herself behind her back, and then she looked back at the second son of the Count of Beckberg and asked.

"That woman is a cadet in the reserve grade, and the reserve grade is actually equivalent to the reserve of the Black Cavalry or the Praetorian Guard, so they are said to be cadets, but they are also soldiers. The woman's name was Nimesis, and she was the daughter of Lady Miller—or I might better understand it another way, that Lady Miller was the sister of the Grand Duke of Lune, who had been married to a knight in her early years, and had been widowed at home since her husband had been killed in the Ten Years' War, and this daughter was her only daughter. The second son of the Count of Beckberg replied with a stern face, "That woman is a genius of the Bastar Academy, but then again, those who can enter the preparatory year naturally cannot be compared with us useless wastes. ”

Nimesis, Freya wrote down the name. At the same time, she glanced at the young man, and smiled at the other party with some gratitude: "Don't say that, I think you are very powerful and understand so much." ”

The second son of the Count of Beckberg was stunned, and when he saw the serious and sincere look in the girl's eyes, his heart couldn't help but move slightly.

But the emotion was only momentary.

The young man smiled coldly in his heart, and thought dirtily: "When you taste my taste, you will know the real power of Uncle Ben, hehe-"

The silver elven cavalry stood silently in the forest, quietly confronting the dark Duke of Rune's private army on the other side, there was not a trace of wind in the forest, and the black and silver swallow-tailed flags hung in their respective camps; After the clouds had cleared in the sky, the afternoon sun poured down from the forest without reservation, forming columns of light that seemed to have a sense of substance at the edge of the treetops—these pillars of light fell on the lily emblem on the drooping banner, or the badge of the galloping bear wolf, and there was not a sound in the whole woods, except for the occasional sneeze, or the snort of the warhorse.

It was an awkward silence.

Macaro, Lewoods, Buga, and the gloomy-faced Count of Baal, and on the other side, Namenes, who had an indifferent face, and the commander of the Silver Elf Knights, with his long pointed helmet, stood at each other's throats, without saying a word.

Only Brando, who had the time to sit in the center, knew that Aloz was right next to him, so he wasn't too worried about what trouble he might have. With Namenes here, and with this underdeveloped Lori Dragon, the Violet Count should not be able to think of any way to trouble him for a while. He stared at the rows of elven cavalry in the woods, seemingly clad in silver light, and in this eerie silence guessed what they meant—why the silver elves had not returned to the continent for centuries in obedience to an ancient prophecy—and even broke their oath.

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(PS. Everyone's support is in mind.) This chapter is given to a friend.)