Chapter 65: Great People

Rommel glanced at the man in front of him who didn't have the iron-blooded demeanor that a soldier should have. "Patton", a character who was mentioned alongside Augustus in the mouth of General Du Quecao, Rommel naturally could not have known about it, and this unruly Patton, who always showed his unruliness, had been a comrade-in-arms in the trenches with him before, although it was only for a short time, but Rommel had already remembered this unruly fellow.

Without refusing Patton's kindness, Rommel took the glass of red wine, and Rommel had a smile on his face that was not too stiff! Aristocrats are nobles, soldiers are soldiers, Rommel has always regarded himself as a soldier and rarely intervenes in the world of aristocracy, unlike Rommel, since receiving the Iron Oak Medal awarded to him in the Cathedral of Egustin, Patton, a guy born in a broken aristocratic family, often lingers at various aristocratic banquets, and has long been familiar with the interests of the aristocratic world.

Patton looked at Rommel, who was obviously a little restrained with a smile in front of him, and a cold and rigid posture of your Knox Sassan soldier, and even couldn't help but wonder: Is the banquet held by the Constantine family the first aristocratic banquet that this Noxian prince has been invited to participate in.

Although he wanted to ask this boring question, Barton suppressed his curiosity, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a slightly honest smile, which did not conform to the usual aristocratic etiquette at all, and glanced at Rommel who was standing in a serious military posture with a slightly lazy expression, glanced at the young nobles walking back and forth in the banquet, and said with a playful smile: "The heroes of the Noxian Empire who were awarded the Order of Iron Oak in the Estine Cathedral back then, The only person who can stand in the center of the aristocratic world now is Augustus, who appeared as the protagonist after arriving late! And our group of guys, who were the equals of Augustus back then, are just a foil to a group of failures. ”

Rommel silently sipped the red wine and did not echo the words of the unscrupulous young general. Although he did not understand the rules of conduct of the aristocratic world, Rommel was not mentally retarded enough to be honest with a guy he had just met.

The right hand gently shook the wine glass. The savage, rude Noxian knight did not seem to feel the embarrassment of the cold scene, and continued to say in playful and frivolous words: "The result of a battle does not prove anything, the conclusion of a lifetime of battles is the final answer, and I remember that in twenty years General Du Quecao did not have a waterloo in Ferreljord?" But who would have thought that twenty years later, General Du Kekao would become the soul of the Noxian Empire? ”

Rommel frowned and glanced at the cynical, not at all like a nobleman born into an aristocratic family. Not at all like Barton, who was born in the army, said solemnly: "Since there is light in the world, there is darkness, and when we are in the light, we must still be vigilant against the arrival of darkness." When we are faced with the occasion, do not fantasize that the light will come sooner, but we need to face the darkness that we should face now with all our experiences! Mr. Patton, we should not find solace in our failures, such a soldier is not even as good as a bard who dares to walk the continent, and even less as a nobleman who has never been to battle! ”

Barton was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Rommel, who had always looked coldly at the aristocratic world and even the Noxian Empire, would take the initiative to refute his tirade because of his own words, "General Du Kekao should be very important in his heart!" ”

Barton patted his head, he seemed to have forgotten something very important. A year ago, in the Cathedral of Egustín, this young man with an iron oak tree with enough to make all the great nobles of St. Peter's City throw an olive branch did not approach the aristocratic world, but walked towards the general Du Kecao who had been standing on the edge of the aristocratic world with a single glass of red wine, which shows that this general Du Kecao is very important to this young man who will be the pillar of the future Noxian Imperial army.

Everyone has a faith, and Rommel's faith may be that of General Du Quecao, who was born in the family of Du Kecao, one of the five great families of the Noxian Empire, but still traveled outside the top political and power of Noxus.

"Making excuses for failure is not what a Noxian Imperial soldier should do! Barton. Can you tell me that you are sure that in the near future you will be able to revere the Noxian Empire like General Du Quecao. A strong man feared by the Demacian Empire? Just as Barton was thinking about how to respond to the young knight of the Noxian Empire, a voice that was not majestic or even familiar suddenly sounded in Barton's ears.

Turning back, Barton saw an old man in a somewhat anachronistic black robe, with a golden cane in his hand, walking before him, looking at him with a very soft, moonlight-like smile.

Look at the old man. The young Noxian knight, who never concealed his innate savage and rude temperament in front of anyone, restrained the cynical smile on his face, and then stood straight in the posture of a soldier of the Noxian Empire, raised his hand and saluted the old man with a standard Noxian Imperial military salute.

Barton lowered his head, his voice trembling a little, and said, "General Svein!" ”

"General Svein? It's been a long time since I've heard such a familiar and affectionate name! The old man, whose hair had turned a little gray, was on a golden cane. Slightly stunned, since his face showed an innocent smile like a child, he said with great emotion.

Standing beside the old man, an old woman who was nearly twenty years older than him raised a slight arc at the corner of her mouth, although she didn't look beautiful, but she definitely had a temperamental smile than many young and wonderful ladies, and the old woman laughed softly: "General Svein, this may be the title that celebrities who fantasized about becoming your wife were most willing to shout!" Perhaps Lord Svein, who has the title of Strategist Commander, is as obscure as the starry sky and as deep as the sea, but in their eyes, General Svein will always be the best time for Svein! ”

Barton looked directly at the old man with a cane in front of him, and although he did not speak, the look in his eyes proved the old woman's words.

The keen military intuition Augustus Rommel, the most noble general in the Noxian Empire, has a very strange respect for this old woman who was born into the Constantine family.

This is not due to the Konstantin family, but a respect that cannot be explained for any reason.

Rommel was a little curious about this respect, but he would not be foolish enough to ask about it. He stood respectfully in front of Svein and gave a standard military salute.

I have to admit that this is only in his fifties, and he is already the wisdom and strength of the top person in the Noxian Empire, no soldier of the Noxian Empire can become a figure comparable to the military soul of the Noxian Empire from an ordinary civilian in less than ten years, and there is no strong figure in the military who will give up the high military title and become an ordinary politician because of an ideal, and finally it took less than ten years, This ordinary politician has become a calling presence for the Noxian Empire.

In the history of the Noxian Empire, there was only one such peculiar existence as Svein.

Rommel respects and worships Svein's current rights and status, second only to General Du Kekao, who is close to the presence of a god in his heart.

Coming back to his senses, Svein gently patted the shoulder of the Noxian knight, who did not have any false look on his face, and was very promising to become the center of power in the future of the Noxian Empire, and said with a chuckle: "Child, if you still recognize my identity as General Svein, please remember that any great person is not born into the future, but the things he has experienced on the road to becoming a great person, and the decisions he has made make people feel great, so they are great." Like my teacher, General Burnham, like General Du Quecao, like Queen Catherine, can you promise me? ”

Barton wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes that he least wanted to see, and nodded very firmly: "I see, General Svein!" ”

Svein smiled and patted the young knight on the shoulder again, he didn't mean it, his position was too little and too little, and now he finally understood why his teacher always hoped that some unique and outstanding young people would appear in the Noxian Empire, and he was not afraid of these people taking his place.

The fundamental reason is that he is very confident that there is no one else who can take his place.

"Lady Heins, you've wasted your precious time!" Turning around, Svein bent slightly and apologized to the thin old woman beside him.

The old woman shook her head and sighed softly: "Time, for me time is like torture, death is the real happiness, the real eternity!" Svein, I'm hoping you can help me spend the rest of my time! ”

Svein glanced deeply at the old woman in front of him, but did not speak.

Originally, this elderly woman had the opportunity to become the teacher's wife, but unfortunately, in the end, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, and finally missed it!

Svein could not help but recall that when the news of Burnham's death reached the nobles of the Empire, the old woman stayed in the direction of St. Peter's Castle for a whole day, without eating or drinking, and finally collapsed in front of the window of Constantine Castle.

Svein has always maintained this heartfelt respect for this old woman, and the person who was most optimistic that he would be the big man in the Noxian Empire was not the violent, brutal, and ruthless General Burnham, but the lady Heins, who often visited St. Peter's Castle.

"Teacher, have you ever regretted it? Do you remember a lady named Heins? Because of his sensitive status, Svein did not go to St. Peter's Castle, but he wanted to ask such a sentence in his heart.

A loud thud interrupted Svein's musings.

"Is that General Svein?"

An indifferent voice sounded in the banquet, and a figure stood in front of the door that was broken down in an instant, looking so conspicuous. (To be continued.) )