When Rayson was discussing the courtyard, he saw that the Four Seasons Tree of Goya Elson was only the size of his palm... Four; As soon as it fell to the ground, the legend of Eruin said that each leaf of the Four Seasons Tree was attached to the heroic spirits of the war dead, so it was often planted in the military camp to symbolize the soul of the soldiers.

As he looked at the leaves, he couldn't help but think of the faces of his comrades who had lost in the war. So much so that for a moment even the words of his father, Sir Habch, a councillor of Pragues, were somewhat deaf to his ears.

"When the above commendation is put down this time, I will give you another activity to see if I can transfer you back to Pragues. Do you want to go to the vigilante cavalry? I can still speak at the town hall

"If you want to stay in the garrison, it's not impossible, and the patrol on Needlewood Avenue is not enough. However, they belong to Anzek's formation, which can be a little more difficult. ”

"Actually, my idea is to wait for you to be officially knighted, and then come to the noble council to find a stable position, Bresson?"

Breson answered.

"Anyway, what do you think?" Sir Habucci looked at his young and vigorous son and couldn't help but sigh. This son has almost the same personality as he did when he was younger, confident, but too proud, sometimes this is not a bad thing, but it is not necessarily a good thing

In the gossip of the aristocracy, if you are too proud, you will be easily frustrated.

Sir Habqi was sixty-two years old, and he was in the prime of life in Vaughnde, but he was a little old. Strands of silver hair protruded from the unmistakable hairstyle, dyeing her temples white. He was also a well-known radical in the south of Goran Elson as a young man, but he became more conservative and sleek as he got older.

Sir Habqi wore a blue coat that hung down to the ground like a councillor, with a white button-down waistcoat and long black breeches, and a cane in one hand. He looked at his only son with a kind gaze.

Bresson glanced at his father. He replied, "I think I might go to the Bastar Royal Cavalry Academy."

"What?" Sir Habucci was taken aback.

"I got the news from Walter that there are four spots. The garrison may nominate me, and the White-Maned Legion also has ideas, but Father, don't go to the nobles to talk about this matter firstBresson replied, Walter in his mouth is the deputy commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry, and he is only twenty-three years old this year, and it is thanks to his father's shadow that he has a close personal relationship with him.

"The news is really tightly blocked, those military ruffians, there is no news on the side of the House of Nobles. However, such a commendation should not be interfered with by the royal family, is there something wrong? Sir Habqi asked, frowning.

"It's hard to say, but I've made up my mind this time," Breson replied.

"It's okay to learn more. However, you have to remember that the politics of our Vicfeld family have always been biased, and you should not conflict with the royal party when you arrive at the Royal Academy, and of course, you don't have to worry too much about them. Sir Habqi thought for a moment, and changed his decision for the moment.

Breson looked at the courtyard ark and replied, "Who cares about a small fish." ”

"I don't like to hear you, the Vicfeld family is full of heroes, and your grandfather was the president of the House of Nobles in Pragues. When I was young, I was also famous in the southern realm of Golan Elson, and you are my son, and of course you will not be inferior to this, Sir Habuch reprimanded.

Bresson didn't have any expression on his face. But the father and son suddenly stopped talking, and saw a young man walking towards him, wearing a dark blue military uniform, wearing a cavalry sword of the thirty-two year standard on the belt, and his long silver hair hung down over his shoulders, he pursed his lips, and there was some feminine beauty in his face.

"Sergeant Major Test"

Sir Habch, Viscount of Tayster, hurriedly pulled his son aside and greeted him.

The man who was called Viscount Tester was stunned for a moment, he raised his head and looked at the old man and the young man with eyes like amethysts, and nodded his head to get through. But his eyes fell on Bresson, and he suddenly stopped, smiled, and walked past them.

"Strange?. Sir Habqi watched the young man walk away, and could not help muttering to himself.

"What's the matter?" Breson asked.

"Isn't this kid the illegitimate son of the Grand Duke, he has always been above the top, why does it seem to be a little abnormal today?. Sir Habucci replied.

Brayson glanced back at the other's back. He didn't answer, but when he looked back again, he looked thoughtful.

When Tester pushed open the door to the command post of the Silver Wing Cavalry, the head of the Silver Wing Cavalry, Viscount McGske, was staring out of the three-wide floor-to-ceiling arch window of the office. The gray-haired middle-aged man heard the sound of the door opening, turned around, and relaxed when he saw Test.

He picked up his pipe and pointed to the side, pointed out the seat for the other, and said with a smile, "You didn't come quickly, Sergeant Major." ”

The silver-haired man, who was going to dispel the troublemakers, smiled slightly, sat down, and replied.

As rumored to be, Tester was the illegitimate son of Grand Duke Golan Elson, but his mother was a Sioux people, a legendary lost people of silver, so he believed that he had silver in his veins. However, unlike the young man's apparent indifferent and above-eyed personality, this Tester has a rather shrewd side in the afterlife, otherwise he would not have become a backbone member of the All Things Are One.

It's just that this level of relationship is not only known to the two people in person. "So you see those people?. McGrex asked.

Tester nodded.

Half a young man. He leaned back slightly, and replied in a neat and tidy manner: "A young man and that red-bearded Bato Yao are both small shrimps with the strength of the middle and lower reaches of the black iron, nothing worth noting, but the surprise is that there is a militia in Buchi among them. Head. Needless to say, you must have received the news before I did. ”

McGrex put his pipe down, "That girl's name is Freya, and she is one of the four places." What do you think? ”

"Interesting." Teste smiled: "You won't sue me that she is the illegitimate daughter of one of the adults above?" ”

"Come on, what does that have to do with us." McGrex replied, "It's just that this way you have to clear the suspicion among these people, and kill Thor in the first place." is a person, then at least it should be the upper reaches of black iron or even silver strength? ”

"I don't know what about that copper dragon Leto." After the commander of the Silver Wing Cavalry Regiment sat down, he replied casually: "I heard" the silver pigeon. Their faction was furious about it, accusing us of why we didn't assign that fool a swordsman of more silver or gold. ”

The young man sneered: "It's just a stand-in, and it really replaces the famous "Sir Wolf." Besides, there is no need for waste in the organization. And I've always suspected that Over Hayl might have sensed some clues that night. ”

Magske nodded.

"In addition, when my men were investigating the outcasts, they received news that there had been a riot in Rydenburg that night, and that the location should be in the House of Lords and in the vicinity of Üsunburg. It's just that what happened that night may only be known to the nobles. Tester shrugged: "It's a pity that those idiots gave away their lives alone." ”

Magsque asked, "Look, what will Luc Besson know?" ”

"That tiger knows and won't speak, he's not the same as us." Tester said with a pun.

"Indeed, both from the White-Maned Legion and in our opinion, that guy is one. Heterogeneous. McGrex replied.

"So what are you going to do?"

"Didn't you be responsible for this matter internally, but you came to ask me what to do? Sergeant Major, aren't you a little out of line? The cavalry commander was stunned. Then he laughed.

But Tester shook his head: "No, now it's up to you." I'm here partly to hand over the matter, and partly to ask you for a leave of absence as Sergeant Major of the Whitemane Legion. "What?"

"Lionheart has a whereabouts."

McGrex was slightly stunned: "So fast, how did they get the news?" ”

Tester smiled slightly, but did not answer.

After leaving Freya in the camp of the Silver Wingers, Brando met the long-awaited Tamar at the agreed place outside the market in Pragues.

The future master alchemist probably didn't expect him to be the number one person in Madara in another history, but at this time he was standing outside the market in a strange plaid robe under the hot sun in June and July, and he still looked as respectful as ever when he saw Brando.

"Your Excellency, what you want is ready." Carrying a heavy backpack on her back, Tamar pulled her son and stood respectfully on Brando's side.

His respect was not because Brando was an aristocratic lord, but out of respect for his life-saver. However, his son was not without this restraint, but looked at Brando with admiration, and there were few children who did not worship the knight.

"You got it?" Brando was stunned, he really didn't expect that authentic elven craft alchemy utensils could be bought in Pragues-like markets. He asked Tamar to take a look, but he didn't mention it casually, anyway, the refined alchemy utensils produced by the merchants of Ampesel in the Free Port could barely be used.

Tamar glanced at the young knight and replied, "I rented it out from the local alchemy guild, and they asked for two thousand tors. ”

The future alchemist replied so, but he inevitably slandered in his heart, where does ordinary alchemy need such superior conditions. He had used to be a second-hand set of alchemical vessels in the House of Nobles. This knight is good at everything, but he spends too much money and spends a little more.

Brando slapped his head, he had forgotten about this one, but it would have been better if he could have bought it. Anyway, after waiting for this period of time, he shouldn't be too short of money.

However, unlike Tamar's thoughts, he also has his own plans.

He wants to refine a set of quenching daggers with old tree spirit venom and a set of cursed crossbow arrows from the ugly roar, although he has some basic strength now, but without a hidden killer copper, it really doesn't fit his style.

The Poison Dagger can be sold to the nobles, the Dryad Venom is colorless and formless, and those who die of poisoning will die of violent disease. Omen, for those below the strength of the black iron, this is undoubtedly the best adjunct to intrigue and trickery.

And the cursed crossbow is known as a necessary magic weapon for low-level characters to kill people and set fires, and of course it is Brando's preferred target for his own use. These bolts have a chance to inflict curses such as Exhaustion, Weakening, and Damage Amplification on hits, and while they are easy to resist at high levels, they are very effective against enemies below the upper reaches of Silver.

The only drawback of this thing is that the materials are too valuable, and the souls of corpse witches above the intermediate level are difficult to get below level forty, and Brando is only thanks to the waste nobles of Fort Ridden this time.

Of course, refining Wu Wang's equipment requires high-milk level alchemy, which is not a small trouble for Brando.

But fortunately, God has estimated that the alchemy vessel-level alchemy level of the elf craft to start with can still be leveled if there is a professional alchemist to assist. Rent another enchanted alchemy workshop, just level 8, which is basically enough.

Tian's stomach was so swollen that he couldn't sleep, and he hadn't eaten for two days. That's it for today, and the rest will be filled in tomorrow.

The ECH is turned off.