Everyone has their own dreams.

Become a Gundam, become Sailor Moon, or become a god in a new world. It doesn't matter whether it's good or evil, dreams are always pure and beautiful. There aren't too many reasons why I want to be that because I want to be that kind of person. Even Sinloth once made a wish in front of his parents that he wanted to be a scientist when he grew up. But no matter how beautiful the dream is, before the millstone called reality, it has to fall into a shattered end.

The only difference is that some people give up, and some people still stubbornly cling to their dreams even if they are hit on the head and bleeding. Even if he knows that the real world is completely different from the world in his eyes when he was a child, he will not give up even if he dies.

And Gino is such a person.

It is good to say that it is stubborn, or it is good to say that it is naïve. Obviously, he has shown a bit of maturity and stability in other places, but only in this regard, he has always maintained the sincerity of a child. Having also endured war, and having never left Ireland, Ruziano has come to realize the fact that the world is not as good as it seems, and that empires are not always bright.

But Gino has never changed.

Xinluo didn't know whether this kind of persistence was good or bad, and he was like Skywalker at the beginning, and he forced his way out of a desperate situation. Or is it that the head is hit by the iron wall of reality and the blood flow will suddenly have an epiphany?

He didn't know. He only knew that today would probably become Gino's black history for the rest of his life. Whoever dares to mention it, he dares to turn his face with whomever he wants.

In fact, it is not entirely to blame Gino, after all, as a young and passionate knight, he saw that his castle was surrounded by hundreds of people, and his robe was surrounded by people who clashed back and forth in the crowd, and he couldn't break through. The two most powerful knights in the territory were even pressed and beaten by the leader of the other party, and in such a situation, it was not too strange that he was hot-blooded.

Single-handedly, like those heroes in the epic, ignoring the huge gap in combat power between the two sides, he tried to save the battle alone. The most feared thing in the army is the appearance of individual heroism, under that huge meat grinder, unless it is a god or a demon king of the same level, otherwise sooner or later it will be crushed into powder. A truly strong army will always win by indomitable will and steely discipline.

But as far as Sinloth is concerned, stupidity is stupidity, and he admires Gino's courage. In the face of so many strong and terrible enemies, still thinking about helping the robe instead of turning around and running, this courage alone must be rewarded.

Reward him, and talk about it less in front of him in the future.

"Gino, what are you still doing in a daze, hurry up and get off the horse! Do you want to charge your own people! The young knight sneered, he hadn't paid much attention to his enthusiasm before, but now he looked closely at the young knight and lowered his head, his handsome face flushed

"What a reckless little ghost, a disgrace to the dead"

Roland opened the way in front of him, pushing open the door to the tavern for Balalaika. The eagle-sharp gaze of the lady in the coat swept over the tavern and found that although the tavern was not large, it was unusually clean. There is no such dirty and messy environment as an ordinary country tavern, because of the time, there are not many people in the tavern now, and I saw two young men who looked like bartenders, cleaning up the table inside and preparing for the opening of the evening.

"It is a good thing for a young man to have courage, and when a person has nothing, courage is his last weapon." With Gino's reckless insertion, and both sides have a certain understanding of each other, there is no need to continue fighting. Although Roland has been talking about Gino's recklessness since just now, how could Balalaika not hear the meaning of love: "Very nice young man, Roland is the same as you used to be, is this your tavern?" ”

"yes, my tavern."

There is no such thing as a farmer or a merchant in the empire, but the nobility will always be more glorious than the merchants. As a glorious knight, he will definitely not be able to continue to be a tavernkeeper - not to mention, even if Roland himself is willing, the current situation in Desmond does not allow Roland to be a tavern master here leisurely, chatting with the guests who come to drink. In this case, Ditohart naturally took over the heirloom tavern of Roland.

Of course, the tavern is still Roland's. The traffickers only planted a few people here to gather intelligence, and the tavern's monthly income will still be handed over to Roland on time.

"Hey, Vincent, Giorno, are you all right? How's the business? ”

Roland greeted warmly, and the two young people who were originally busy also showed smiling faces after seeing that it was Roland.

"It's Lord Roland, why are you free today?"

"Business has been very good recently, but there are too many people, and it's a little too busy, and Brother Ditohart has been saying that there is no manpower, so let's figure it out by ourselves, tsk."

The two young men may have been very familiar with Roland, although there were still honorifics in their words, but their expressions were not very solemn. And Roland obviously didn't care much about this: "There is no way to do this, the territory is now short of manpower everywhere." Anyway, you're young, so you're a little busier, hahaha."

After the joke, Roland finally said his intention this time: "There is going to be a bonfire party in the evening, and there are a lot of old friends here today." Lord Sinloth is afraid that there may not be enough wine in the castle, so let me come here to get some good wine, and the bastards will definitely numb their tongues when they drink it, and where to tell what is good wine, just give them strong wine and mix it with more water. ”

The two young men also had to wonder how many people had come to make Sinloth say that there wasn't enough wine in the castle. You know, the butler of Desmond is far away, but in the area near the castle, he is already a little famous-the people of the countryside have seen for the first time that there are people in this world who are so strict with obsessive-compulsive disorder. This goods are strict with themselves, and they are already outrageously Cheng dù. The butler is probably a squirrel, and the storehouse in the castle is always stuffed with all kinds of food and wine barrels.

Isn't there enough stuff in the warehouse for the housekeeper to entertain guests? However, since they all deliberately asked the knight Roland to come over, the two young men had to do the same.

"Yes, Lord Roland." The young man named Vincent seemed to be more sedate, he put two glasses of wine in front of them, and led his companion to the cellar of the tavern: "Then please ask Lord Roland to take care of this place first." ”

"Go, go, go."

It seems that their relationship is really good.

Balalaika looked at the two young men, and although the lady never spoke, she kept staring at the two young men. It wasn't until the two disappeared into the cellar that they came to their senses. She had seen too much in Desmond today, but what she didn't expect was that in this ordinary tavern, she could see these two such excellent young people. It's just that they probably haven't discovered their abilities yet: "Van Zhuo is really an interesting person. If he had been born a thousand years earlier, he might have been able to achieve an imperial career. But now, maybe not. ”

The lady was so vague that even Roland, who knew her well, couldn't guess what she wanted to say for a moment. It's just that the words are approving, but it's definitely right. Although just now, Balalaika has made it clear that she will not stay, but will return to Ross. However, Roland felt that as a vassal, he needed to help his feudal lord.

No one knows better than Roland how good Balalaika is as her old subordinate.

"Eldest sister, then why don't you stay?"

The lady grabbed her glass and took a sip of the liquor. Seeing this, Roland hurriedly picked up his wine bag and filled it for her again. The bold lady had some gloom in her eyes, perhaps too lazy to explain, she took out a letter from her bosom and handed it to Roland.

"Oh, I almost forgot jì, you can't read" Balalaika didn't finish speaking, but she saw that Roland had already opened the letter and read it. The lady squinted her eyes and didn't continue.

Fan Zhuo, is it really so charming? Even Roland, who originally hated words the most, began to learn those boring knowledge?

The person who wrote to Balalaika was supposed to be a lady as well. However, although the font is slender and graceful, it does not use the imperial flower font, but uses block letters. Although it is from the hands of a woman, Juanxiu's handwriting reveals a man-like pride, which makes people heartbroken.

The first half of the letter was nothing special, except that he and Balalaika reminisced about the good times they used to get along. In the second half, she is about to describe her feud with her husband, Peter, how he is vulgar and rude, how he humiliates her. Now that Ross is in a bad situation, she wants Balalaika to come back to Rose and help her. In the future, if you get your wish fulfilled, you will definitely be rewarded.

However, Roland knew that if it was just this, he would definitely not be able to impress his eldest sister. But when he saw the last sentence, Roland suddenly realized that the person who wrote the letter knew Balalaika so well.

Balalaika, Ross needs you, come back.

At her age, she has no children, and her brothers are also walking and dying, what can she still care about? What else could there be but that cold hometown? Balalaika may have been able to refuse the letter writer's plea, but she could never refuse the call of her homeland.

After a long time, Roland put down the envelope. The knight's weathered face was a little gloomy, but he never said anything about leaving Balalaika behind, and the old soldier raised his glass and said to the lady, "Cheers." ”

And the lady raised her glass: "Cheers." ”

Now that the matter is doomed, let's face it calmly. Both are battle-hardened warriors, and a thousand words are superfluous. What a qiē wants to say is just a glass of wine, which is enough to make the other party understand

In this world, the practice is curfew. And Desmond is no different.

But today there are some exceptions, and it stands to reason that when a newcomer comes, it is more or less necessary to eat something good to celebrate. However, there are too many newcomers this time, more than a hundred people, and they are all low-level soldiers. Naturally, you can't entertain them like you did with William, so let's just be casual and just have a bonfire.

Sinloth thinks so and does so. There was no need for any masterful cooking, just enough barbecue and enough spirits, and the mercenaries were absolutely satisfied.

And the mercenaries' reactions were also not unexpected by Cynroth. In the dark of night, the scattered stars are exuding a cold glow. And those warriors who were extremely strict and immobile during the day are now out of their way one by one, eating meat, drinking wine, and shouting loudly, looking like they are enjoying themselves.

And for the children, today is also a rare good day. Because of the lord's request, the little ones were also given a half-night holiday, and they didn't have to be blown Andean brand air conditioners today. But instead of running around as usual, the little ones gathered around Xanalot, and the green-robed witch played the harp like a bard, telling old stories. And surrounded by the children in the middle are Ellie and Nanoka. The jumping firelight reflected the faces of Fanzhuo's daughters, who were sometimes curious, sometimes frightened, and constantly changing with the story, which seemed extremely warm.

And only at this time will Xinluo feel that he has not spent so much food in vain to support this nominal history teacher, instead of raising a neurotic with a strong childhood shadow.

"His Excellency Elizavita, Governor of Rus', is seriously ill, and the province of Rus' is in turmoil. Sophia, wife of Archduke Peter. Frederica. Ms. Augusta wanted to summon the members of the Storm Shamisen, who had been scattered all over the place due to political persecution, to fight against her husband, Archduke Peter Balalaika, who was after all the head of the Storm Shamisen, and it was only natural that she would be reinstated. ”

Roland whispered, and Sinloth had never heard of the lady's name. If you look at it according to the nomenclature, it seems that the wife of the heir of the Rus is from the province of Shinra? But the empire is so vast that it's normal not to hear of it, even if she is the wife of the heir to the governor. As for the game between the highest echelons of the empire, he did not want to, and could not interfere in it. Since Balalaika had no intention of staying, he wouldn't force it.

During the day's battle, although Mariana was not injured, a little muscle soreness was inevitable after such a tragic battle. The viscount, who felt sorry for his fiancée, didn't bother to care about those messy things, Mariana leaned on his arms with a happy face, and he gently pinched his fiancée's shoulder, with a calm face, as if he didn't care about the future of the empire surging in the dark tide.

"Oh, I see." R1152