A few minutes later, Moriarty slowly stepped off the Great Cloud airship.

Beside him, his fiancée, Haiyuna, looks intellectual and beautiful in a beautiful bracada-style gown. Then, two followers, the sixth-level warrior "Shield of Thorns" White, and the seventh-level warrior "Earth Moradin" Guderian followed closely down the gangway. Subsequently, there were the Captain of the Wolf Cavalry Company, the fourth-class Beamon warrior Margaret, and the staff officer, the sixth-degree Beamon Berserker Clausewitz. After that, there is Henry, a fifth-level goblin mage, and Bruno, a seventh-level magical archer "Three-Flower Elf". And when the three Balalaika brothers followed the team and finally Shi Shiran appeared, the small square, which was already silent, even disappeared from breathing.

"It's... It's..."

Looking at the middle and high-level professionals who appeared one after another like "crucian carp crossing the river" in front of him, Lord Rosser suddenly had a bizarre trance, even in Windsor Castle, there may not be such a prosperous lineup of strong men, right? Especially the three-headed Naga who pressed the formation, its strong sense of oppression even made the old lord's whole body involuntarily lock, as if he was about to fight on the battlefield.

"Morty..."

Similarly, Baron Ensberg, who has always been calm to the point that "although the mountain collapses, the color does not change", he finally opened his mouth in gaffe at this moment, like a fish on the verge of suffocation.

"Father, long time no see."

Without waiting, after disembarking, Moriarty gently took Hayurna's hand, walked straight to the baron, and bowed respectfully.

"Moty, long time no see."

For a moment, Baron Ensberg didn't know what to say. And his somewhat divergent gaze finally settled on the eldest son, but he was surprised to see the brilliant gold star shining silently on his mage's robe.

"A fifth-level mage..."

Finally. The baron couldn't bear it any longer, and sighed either in frustration or in joy or joy.

"Father, this is my fiancée, Miss Haiyna."

Moriarty naturally noticed his father's strange expression, in fact, this mid-level mage level was specially obtained by going to Hockenheim Academy to obtain the certification before leaving Blue Crystal City. Although it sounds a bit "appalling" to skip directly from a low-level third-level mage to an intermediate fifth-level mage, considering Moriarty's special situation and background, as well as his consistent reputation as a genius, it has become "logical" again.

"Your Excellency, it is an honor to meet you."

Although she didn't have a good impression of the middle-aged man in front of her who kicked her fiancé out of the house, Haiyuna still solemnly saluted the other party.

"Welcome to Fort Arte. Haiyna. And you Moti. Welcome home. ”

Taking a deep breath, Baron Ensberg calmed down and nodded at the two with a smile.

"Hello, Lord Rosser. It's great to see you again. Hello. Sir Hart. ”

Moriarty also smiled faintly. Then he turned to greet the Rosser father and son on the side.

"Haha, I'm glad you can come back and help us at this time! You're good. Moriarty! "The old lord was very happy that Moriarty could recognize him at a glance, which was a very positive sign.

"Hello, Lord Moriarty."

Hart still looked at the people in front of him in a little stunned, and when he saw Moriarty greeting him, he immediately politely returned the salute. Moreover, as a mid-level mage professional, he is naturally more noble and powerful than a middle-level warrior of the same level, and is qualified to be called Your Excellency, while a warrior professional can only have such treatment when he reaches a high level.

"Morty, you and your friend should come back to the Inner Fort with me first. You've had a hard time all the way and need to get some rest. After a brief greeting, Baron Ensberg said.

"Yes, Father. However, I need your permission to temporarily assign this square to me as a camp. Moriarty nodded, asking.

"Yes. Hamilton, you coordinate, and it's done right away. ”

Moriarty needs to control the landing ground, and needs to ensure the absolute safety of his airship, which the Baron fully understands and must guarantee.

"Yes, sir." Lionheart nodded, and at the same time turned to Moriarty: "Welcome home, Master Moriarty." ”

"Thank you, teacher."

A young master, a teacher, Hamilton and Moriarty don't need any red tape at all, their intimate relationship is already overflowing.

"White, you stay in charge of the camp and the airship." Then, Moriarty turned to White.

"Yes, sir."

"Teacher, please explain the current battlefield situation to White carefully."

"Okay." Hamilton agreed.

After roughly arranging the stay in the small square, Moriarty followed his father to the inner fort. He was accompanied by Hyyna, Guderian, Clausewitz, and the Three-Flower Elf, and of course, Grigory, who had slipped off the airship at some point, also rubbed in with a curious expression.

Due to the slightly smaller size of the castle as a whole, the inner fort of Arte is not as tall and conspicuous as Windsor or Fort Ford, where Moriarty once visited. The news of Moriarty's sudden return had been urgently transmitted back to the Baron's Palace, and when the group arrived in front of the Inner Castle, the old butler Hugo and a large number of servants were already waiting outside under the leadership of the Baroness.

"Welcome back, Morty."

Compared to a few years ago, the Baroness is still generally elegant and beautiful, and more mature and feminine. It's just that maybe because of the siege of the demons outside the castle, there are some small bloodshots in her eyes, which seems to be the result of insomnia.

"Thank you, Baroness."

Moriarty bowed politely, as if he were a first-time visitor to the area.

"Master Moritati..."

On the other side, the old butler was red-eyed and could barely control himself. And I haven't seen him for a long time, Hugo really looks old.

"Hugo, don't forget Lester for a while of black tea after a meal, the taste is heavier."

To this loyal old servant, Moriarty smiled kindly and naturally commanded.

"Yes, young master." The old butler hurriedly bowed his head and answered, and seemed to hide the water from the corner of his eye.

"Let's go, let's go in."

As the owner of the group portrait in front of him, Baron Ensberg didn't know what to say, so he could only sigh secretly and beckon everyone to enter the inner castle.

Passing through a short corridor, Hugo led the group into a hall where many other noble men and women of Ensberg were already waiting. When he saw Moriarty and all the strange middle-level powerhouses entering, he immediately boiled.

"Great! Reinforcements have arrived! ”

"He is worthy of being the eldest son of the Ensberg family, and he rushed back with reinforcements so quickly!"

"Oh my God, we finally have hope!"

All of a sudden, everyone rushed to the door, shouting praises to their "heroes". Seeing such a scene, the baroness on the side had a slightly gloomy face. While she was also glad that Fort Arte had a strong military support to fight off the demonic attacks outside, the problem was that it was Moriarty, who she had driven out of Ensberg a few years earlier. This trance of joy and sorrow really made her feel a little dazed.

Moriarty, on the other hand, smiled and nodded to these "familiar old friends".

"Everyone, please be quiet! Now that the demons are raging and the military situation is urgent, the relevant welcome ceremony will be left for later. Moreover, His Excellency Moriarty has traveled thousands of miles to help, and he also needs to rest and understand the situation of the war. So I suggested that a military meeting be held in an hour later, with the heads of each family part. ”

At this moment, an elder in the crowd suddenly stood up and said loudly, and the nobles who were immediately boiling immediately fell silent.

"It's a pleasure to see you here, Lord Herring."

Naturally, Moriarty will not forget the well-known scholar and aristocrat in front of him, and he also asked the old man for some knowledge of heraldry at the dinner party at Windsor Castle that year.

"I'm glad you're back, Moty." As the years passed, Lord Herring's spirit grew stronger.

"Just as Lord Herring said. Morty, you take a break, and we'll be meeting in an hour to discuss the situation. Baron Ensberg nodded.

"Okay."

Led by Hugo, Moriarty and the others left the hall and went to the lounge, but the nobles who remained were still excited.

"Did you hear that, His Excellency Moriarty has brought back reinforcements. Not only those mid-level professionals just now, but even the legendary 'Ice Plains Naga', which is comparable to a high-level warrior! ”

"Yes, Fort Arte is finally stable. With reinforcements, we even have a chance to fight back! ”

"Hehe, but His Excellency Moriarty has been promoted to a mid-level mage, and his subordinates are strong and strong, do you think the baron will regret it?"

"Who knows, in short, we can fight off the demons and take back our fiefdoms. The affairs of the Ensberg family should be resolved internally..."

For a while, all kinds of remarks flew through the hall again. Most of the nobles still habitually talked and talked endlessly, but several noble parents, including Lord Rosser and Lord Herring, were quite silent and thought about each other.

"Morty, everyone, please take a seat. During the war, supplies were a little scarce, and they were really sluggish. ”

In the lounge on the other side, the baroness, who were the hosts, invited Moriarty and the others to sit down at the table that had been prepared long ago. The table was filled with sumptuous delicacies, and Bracada was a rare place to see a variety of fine wines. The utensils used were also fine gold and silverware, and at least one of the most trained servants was waiting behind each person.

And Clausewitz, Bruno and others, who had long heard of the luxurious life of the Elassian aristocracy, couldn't help but be a little surprised to see such a pomp. Obviously, if the snubbing in the baron's mouth is not a false word, then it means that these human nobles are really living a poor and luxurious life on weekdays.

As for the most excited, there was no other than Guderian, and the eyes of the silverbearded dwarf had already been firmly attracted by the wine he said, and he could not move a single bit. (To be continued......)