138.Chapter 138: The Blightcaster, the Dark Ranger Appears
On the other side, Roddy, who was swaying towards his seat, was more disappointed, because the Wellington knight did not teach the scout, no matter how Roddy asked, he was a perfunctory sentence such as "look and see", or "need to test and test", no matter how you look at it, it is useless...
"Hey, how can 'Ghost Knight' be so good, it seems that you can only find someone else. β
When he was thinking like this, Roddy noticed that there was suddenly a shadow in front of him, a familiar smell with a faint fragrance came to his face, he tried to keep his eyes open, and after seeing Sally's appearance clearly, he smiled, and said with a big tongue: "I- I'm not very good at drinking, so, so don't laugh at me, I'm a little dizzy now... Dizzy panic. β
"I have something I want to tell you. β
Sally wanted to reach out and help him, but with so many people watching, she could only point to the outside of the restaurant reservedly and ask, "Can you go out for a while?"
Roddy was confused, but he also walked out of the restaurant in the direction she pointed, and after taking a deep breath of the cool air outside, he turned around and said, "At noon, I-"
"I know you're here to get me out of there, but that's not what I'm trying to say. Sally stood in front of Roddy, her big eyes sparkling at him, "I want to say that I decided to follow the Exgerant to the 'Temple'. β
It seemed easy to say such words, and Sally tried to make a calm expression on her face, but no one knew that she was actually worried at this time...
Roddy blinked, as if digesting the meaning behind the sentence, and then felt that there was nothing wrong with Sally thinking so, so he nodded-
"Yes. β
Sally raised her eyebrows, looked at Roddy, who didn't respond after "En", and was a little stunned for a moment - "You're not going to say something to me?"
"That..."Roddy was also because of the alcohol, and his language organization skills had deteriorated greatly, and the words he wanted to say seemed to be clogged in his mind, and at this time he basically said whatever he remembered: "The temple is far away from here... There are a few dioceses on the road that you should pay attention to befriending, Ludy is one, St. Jason is one, their archbishop is better to be familiar with each other, and it will be easy to talk in the future, I remember that you are good at blessing divine arts, you can go to an old man named Jarvis to learn it..."
The babbling words came out of Roddy's mouth, and Sally listened with wide eyes, but suddenly found that the guy in front of her seemed to be far more familiar with the situation of the "Temple" than herself, those place names and people's names came out of her mouth, some of which he had heard of, and most of which she had never heard of at all...
It wasn't the first time Sally had seen Roddy's "well-informed", and she suddenly remembered that Roddy had said that she had said that her age and appearance were "cursed", and she quickly accepted it - and then she heard Roddy muttering a few numbers: "589, 590, 591......"
"What?"
Sally, who didn't understand well, interrupted him, and Roddy turned his head and asked abruptly, "Will you come back in 590 or 591?"
"Should... It must have been in the spring of 591, and the road to the temple from here took about four months. β
"I don't know what will happen to Sarota when she dies..."Roddy frowned slightly, looked at Sally and said, "But you might... I'm going to stay a little longer. β
"Why?"
Roddy exhaled, facing Sally's question, he naturally wouldn't say that the orcs would invade the northwest of the kingdom in the winter of 590, and even if there was no invasion, the kingdom would have a snow disaster that had not been seen for decades.
The month-long blizzard swept through the northwest of the kingdom, and everyone suffered extremely heavy casualties because of the surprise, resulting in the road being almost completely blocked, and it is estimated that Sally will not be able to find the way back by then.
"Nothing, I suddenly thought that I might go to the south of the kingdom during this time, and if I had the chance, I should be able to meet you. β
With his mind thinking about the future plan, Roddy naturally thought about avoiding this natural disaster, and estimated that he would move the leveling location to the south at that time, so he roughly told Sally his plan - but his casual remark made Sally's originally somewhat lost mood suddenly improve...
"You say... Really?"
"Huh?" Roddy raised his head at the question she asked in such a serious tone, and when he saw those eyes staring at him brightly, he nodded, "There should be a chance." β
"So, that's it?"
Sally raised her palm, as she had done in the Silent Forest, Roddy blinked, feeling that she really couldn't keep up with her thinking, but seeing Sally's look full of interest, she felt that it was better not to mess with her anymore, so she had to raise her hand...
Silly Nizi, it's a blessing that the "Rosicrucifer" can take care of himself at that time, and you can find time to see me in it, I guess it's enough to choke!
"Okay, don't talk about that, before you leave, you must accompany me to have a few more drinks!"
As soon as Sally's mind was gone, she immediately became in a good mood, and pulled Roddy straight towards the wine table, while Roddy, who was following her, had a bitter expression:
Damn, I don't know how to drink!
Early morning of September 22nd.
As the city of Hollier gradually returned to its original calm, a caravan was slowly moving from the west into the vast area of "Cobb Forest".
Because cities, villages and towns are separated by forests, and the roads in them are often risky, the economies of various countries are basically in a state of "self-sufficiency" in this era. The caravans were small in number, and most of the time they didn't make much money - because in most cases, a large part of the so-called "profits" went to the hired escorts.
At this time, the caravan that entered the forest belonged to the "Git Chamber of Commerce", which was considered the old Chamber of Commerce in the territory of Ivta. There were twenty-four of them, fourteen of whom were mercenaries with weapons at their waists, and the remaining ten were members of the "Git Chamber of Commerce" - but unlike other caravans or teams, this team could barely hear the sound of conversation, and if they followed the procession, all that reverberated in their ears was the grinding of wheels against bearings and the dull echoes of armor colliding with weapons...
Other than this, others can't see any difference between this team and ordinary people, but if you let a normal person follow the team, you will find a very abnormal phenomenon: everyone... Including the mercenaries and merchants, they didn't show the slightest look of fatigue on their faces, and they never even rested once along the way, let alone lit a fire and ate food for breakfast.
"As expected, the team should arrive in Hollier City on the 26th. β
The leader of the caravan was speaking at this time, and he sat in the only carriage in which the caravan was comfortably ridden, his eyes were calm and calm, and he seemed to be forty-five or sixteen years old.
The deputy sitting opposite was a balding middle-aged man named Derby, and after listening to the leader's words, he answered: "Lord Magda, this mission was originally enough for me... You joined the team because of Lord Ansardine..."
"I owe him a favor. He thinks that this kind of thing needs me to do double insurance, so I will return his favor. β
Magda's tone was very cold, but there was still a faint dissatisfaction in it. He raised his hand and picked up the parchment and looked at it, and said with disdain: "The defensive strength of the Duke's Palace... That's all?"
"My lord, according to the information reported by the eyeliner, the most tricky thing should be these two knights. There is a Bishop of the Rosicrucius and a Bishop of the Monastery in the city, but with you, they would be overwhelmed even if they were to go all out. β
Although Derby's words are somewhat flattering, they are not wrong if they are objectively - because sitting in front of him is a strong man known as the "wither" in the Tasman Kingdom!
Magda, dressed in ordinary clothes, closed her eyes slightly, as if she was remembering something, and after a moment she slowly said, "Titus, Wellington... I remembered that fourteen years ago they had followed Angmar to conquer what is now the southwestern part of Ivta, and that the two young men had been quite remarkable, and that Ansardine had written me a report at the time. β
When he said this, it naturally showed that his status was much higher than that of Ansadine.
"A report on their strength has been handed in, but apparently they are not too strong. β
Derby flipped through the information in front of him, his eyes swept over the strangely shaped weapon in the carriage, and his expression couldn't help but bring a little awe.
Magda was not interested in answering his words, but looked at the parchment and exclaimed, "Fourteen years... How many fourteen years are there in that short life of mankind?"
He casually put the parchment aside, "The Rusiflon family has been around for so long, I think I met their third head at the beginning, heh... More than 200 years have passed, and everything is changing. β
For an old monster like Magda, who has lived for hundreds of years, all glory and glitz have become a thing of the past, and after witnessing the rise and fall of one family after another, he has long lost interest in these relationships.
Eternal life makes it difficult for all emotions to sustain for long, time has worn everything down, and Magda's only interest now may be to seek greater power.
"Lord Magda, Lord Ansardine wants us to make a trip to Kieg after our mission, and it seems like he's going to do it himself in December..."
"I'm only helping him this once, and I'm not interested in anything else. β
β... Yes, sir. β
Derby hurriedly bowed his head.
"It's all a little trick of young people, I have to be an old bone like me to participate, Ansadin has been really... Nothing has progressed. β
"Blightcaller," Magda said, raising her hand to pick up the weapon she had always held by her sideβher fingertips running across the bone-like surface, then flicking her silver bowstring...
When this short bow with powerful magic power was held in his hand, the entire bow body was streaked with an ice-blue light streak.
In the almost forgotten history of mankind, Magda the "Blighter" had another fearsome title two hundred years ago -
Dark Ranger.