The Eighty-Eighth Storm Convergence (The sixth update, so stay tuned)

For the time being, our gaze shifts to Paidarsson.

The core of the province of Jean Denel was originally intended to prevent the incursions of the hill people to the north, but as the kingdom's rule over the south became more of a symbolic center.

Today, the largest fortress of Jean Denel is at Fort Barasso, but Count Jean Denel still prefers to place the administrative center in the city of Padar Song.

Nearly 130 years old, the style of Paidarsund's castle is inspired by the revival of the elven style in the glorious return year, and today it is one of the few surviving works of art from that era.

It is also one of the proudest things for the Denel family - a symbol of the historical family's respect for tradition, which has earned them a high reputation among the upper nobility.

This, of course, is also in line with the present 'good reputation' of the Count of Jean Denel among the nobility of the Eruin country.

Like Hood, a porter's veteran, who had guarded the castle for most of his life, it was the first time since the November War that he had seen a knight come straight at the gate at such speed.

The horse's hooves shook the ground for a while, and the veteran almost thought that he had seen it wrong, and now the world was still peaceful, could it be that there was already a fight in the north?

The veteran immediately saw the other party's outfit - it was his own people.

There is urgent information

Hood was experienced, and as soon as he pushed away the slow-moving novice, his knotted hands clenched on the winch, and the gates creaked up.

The knight did not stop at all, like a bolt of lightning swept over the drawbridge and went straight to the castle.

The information in his hands was quickly transferred to the castle attendants, and then handed over to the steward, and it did not waste much time passing it on to the top of the list. Jean Count Denel had established three levels of urgency for his letterhead, and this letter was now an additional level of urgency.

This level of intelligence hasn't been available for nearly a decade.

Because most of it is a military newspaper.

Soon, the butler rang a bell, which was connected by a wire to the chamber of the Count of Jean Denel—the nobles could use magical devices, but the Count had a habit of being able to do a little magic himself, for he had always thought that magic was not safe.

If he could use machinery, then he would never use magic.

This was also a well-known anecdote in aristocratic circles.

When the bell rang on the left hand side of Count Jean Denel, he was talking to his guests.

The Earl was now gray-headed, but no one could tell how old he was. He had fought in the November War, of course, for the nobles of the upper echelons, the horror of the November War had little to do with them, but it did hurt the kingdom and made it fresh in the memory of these nobles.

The Earl was dressed to-day with a monocle, neatly dressed, and a black mink coat with a silver ruffled ralph collar - a beautiful beard, though with a hint of good-natured smile on his face.

But for others, this smile means unpredictable affection.

Especially the guest who sat down at the bottom - this guest was not a Cruz, and many people like him did not recognize themselves as Eruin.

Among the Eruin population, this group of people has a common name - the mountain people.

The mountain people, as the name suggests, are the people of the mountains, but there are many peoples that Vajnd is called the mountain people, most of whom are barbarians; The mountain people of Eruin are supposed to belong to the Nataite people, who were indeed uncivilized two hundred years ago, but have gradually integrated into the civilized world after the rule of the kingdom.

However, one thing has not changed, the mountain people have always sought their own independence - of course, this independence happens to be intolerable to the kingdom, so that the border of the Denel region has never been unstable, and there have been various conflicts and border wars for many years.

Of course, not all mountain people are like this, and some of them are willing to accept the rule of the kingdom - for example, the guest who is sitting under the earl at this moment, he comes from the area under the earl's rule, and he is here for a simple purpose.

That is to say, in the hope that the Count of Denel will be able to reduce the taxes of the south.

Because of the invasion of Madara - it is an open secret that Madara's army is still entrenched in the south - the devastating effects of the war on local agriculture and production, and in many areas there was almost no harvest, not to mention heavy taxes, and even survival was difficult.

However, the kingdom did not seem to see this, and its rule over these mountain people became more and more harsh.

Jean Count Denel only listened to the guest speak of their difficulties, and he remained smiling and not saying anything. For an old man like him, the smile seemed to make him look like a kind old man, but the guests sitting below would never dare to think so—most of them did not end up with dignity.

The mountain man's envoy was about to make his request when the bell on the left hand side of Count Denel jingled.

The Count's expression moved slightly, for the first time in his afternoon he could not keep a smile on his face.

He remembered how long it had been since he had received urgent information.

The old man frowned slightly and stood up. However, he did not look rude at all, but nodded politely to the other party apologetically, and said, "Sorry, wait a while, let me leave for a while." ”

"Please, sir." The envoy stood up in fear, not daring to show the slightest dissatisfaction.

The old earl left the study, opened a door and entered the next room, where he immediately saw his staff and deputy waiting for him. In front of this long-time deputy, Count Jean Denel did not maintain a static expression, but immediately lowered his face and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Something to do with Toniger." The staff replied.

"Or was it last time?" The Count took a silver snuff bottle from the servant next to him and took a puff, "That waste hasn't been disposed of yet?" It's been half a month."

The old nobleman said angrily.

"There's new information this time, sent by Sir Pallas."

"Pallas?"

Let Count Denel pause, Pallas, although a retainer of Grudin, was also his old subordinate. He had fought with him in the November War, although he had only participated in a few small battles at the end of the period, but almost all of Count Denel's core henchmen were cultivated at that time.

Pallas was loyal to him and his family, so that Count Denel did not doubt it, so when he heard the news that it was the old knight, he immediately calmed down and asked:

"What did he say."

The staff did not answer, but handed him the letterhead.

……

"Brando?"

Princess Griffyne's thin eyebrows finally moved slightly when she heard the name, and a hint of surprise flashed in her pale silver eyes.

This hint of surprise only existed for a moment between the girl's expressions, and then she frowned: "That young man sues you, his name is Brando?" ”

The half-elf princess raised her eyelashes slightly and looked at the few guests in front of her:

"In such a situation, I am afraid that ordinary people will not reveal their true identities lightly."

"That's an ordinary person," this was the first time the Count of Baal interjected, he pressed his hand to his chest and saluted slightly, "But I don't think the other party is an ordinary person, a person who has such a close relationship with the silver elves, I'm afraid that no matter how ordinary it is, your Royal Highness the princess—"

Griffi's slender fingers interlaced and rested on her chin, and she thought for a moment:

"Golden apples, silver elves, dragon magic, highland knights—"

She lowered her head: "You say he has silver strength?" ”

"I'm afraid it is." Macaro nodded.

"Twenty years old." Princess Griffiin looked at Eco, but her heart was actually turning over the sea, and she told Verver that the young man was no more than a black iron at best: "That's not the same as Mr. Eco. ”

"That's a real genius—" replied Buga, "and one more interesting thing, his swordsmanship ......"

"What's wrong with his swordsmanship?"

"There are some shadows of his swordsmanship that I am familiar with, like ...... Kind of like someone I know......"

"Mr. Buga, please continue."

"Sword Saint Darus."

"Sword Saint Darus," the half-elf girl was puzzled, "Mr. Kebuga, you said that the standard Eruin military swordsmanship used by that young man is not in the same vein as Master Darus?" ”

"Sword Saint Daurus also uses military swordsmanship," replied Liwoods, "Your Highness Princess, you have forgotten that he is a soldier. ”

Improving her swordsmanship, Princess Griffiin's heart moved.

However, her mental activity did not allow others to see, and Lewoods continued: "But a twenty-year-old silver swordsman is already very rare—"

The old man said, looking at Eco.

The young man bowed his head in embarrassment.

The half-elf girl was also a little emotional when she heard this, and a group of equally outstanding young people emerged from the championship tournament that had just ended—she couldn't help but wonder if Lord Martha was really still looking after Eruin.

But if this is the case, why is the situation so difficult, and she often feels powerless.

Her Royal Highness felt a little tired, but she immediately used her will to force herself to divert her attention, and she took a breath, her face a little less bloody.

But still seriously asked, "Besides, Master Leighwoods." ”

"Your Highness the Princess."

"You said that the golden apple in the young man's hand really didn't have a connection with his soul?"

"Yes, the old minister is sure that he will not be mistaken," replied Leo Woods, "and the old minister can come and protect this matter with the honor of being a court magician for decades." ”

This time the half-elf girl is really excited, and it is said that the golden apple can change a person's fate and make people reborn.

If he had entered the golden apple, would his weak brother be the true king of Eruin?

But what made her a little puzzled was that anyone who got the golden apple would probably immediately find a way to keep it for themselves. But why was the young man unmoved—was it just a fake?

No way, your own teacher will never be mistaken.

However, Her Royal Highness the princess thinks that the other party has such a close relationship with the silver elf, maybe it is really not an ordinary person, and maybe she has other plans for the golden apple.

And when she thought of the legend between the Highland Knights, Dragon Magic, and the Silver Elves, her heart pounded for a while. Griffiin raised his head, his eyes lit up a little: "Can you find a way to win him over?" ”

"Wooing?"

Everyone was stunned, of course they thought, whether it was from the relationship between the other party and the silver elf, or the owner of the golden apple, they were willing to do this.

But they have already offended each other, what should they do? Although the young man is a good impression of the royal family, this does not mean anything.

"It's a little difficult—" replied the most pragmatic Macaro at once.

"Nope."

Her Royal Highness smiled and shook her head, and she thought to herself a little funny at the thought of it: "It may not be as difficult as you think—if this is the same person." ”

Everyone froze.

Her Royal Highness picked up a letter in front of her with two fingers and handed it over.

"Look at it."

……

(PS. Game ends, closing.)