Because most of them are buried in their heads, Radish can only see various colors of hair at a glance, and the colorful eyes are dazzled and they can't see the head that belongs to Little York. Reaching out and rubbing her eyes, Radish felt a little troublesome. It's too rude, and the psychological pressure on everyone is too great now, and if you accidentally alarm them, it's really hard to say what will happen next.

Radish walked carefully in the aisle between the seats in the conference room, trying not to disturb everyone, and if someone looked up, Radish would also reach out to apologize. After looking for a while, Radish still didn't see little York, and felt a little nervous: he only hoped that he was still in the shop, and now the city could be completely safe except there, even the palace and the cathedral were in danger, and if Little York was not in the shop, then according to his skills, there was a great possibility of being in danger.

I hope you don't come out. All Radish can do now is pray for little York. The situation outside is unclear, and Radish can't take his knights to leave the shop to find Little York, and these NPCs can't enter the shop, and he can't convince the captain of the guard to let him leave here alone, and now it's already very risky to accompany himself to venture into this city where there are still traces of demons, and if he goes alone, even if he doesn't have a little trouble, he will be punished heavily. Having thought of these. Radish had no choice but to exit the conference room.

After opening the door and slowly withdrawing, Radish turned around and saw an old man with a parchment roll in his arm standing not far behind him. Radish saluted him slightly, ready to leave his side.

"Young man, you're not from here, are you?" As he passed by, the old man stopped the turnip and asked, "And you shouldn't be the guard here." I don't know which army you are from? Is it the Knights of the Cathedral or the Royal Knights?" or "Hearing the old man's words, Radish could only stop and turn around, saluting slightly, and said, "No, old man, I am from the Orms family, and this time I will enter the city with the family's guards." I have a friend who is a trainee scholar at the Great Library, and I was a little worried about him, so I brought the guards here. ”

"Orms family?" The old man was a little surprised: "No, according to the current situation, the Orms family—no, it should be almost all families, after the main family guarantees safety, the guards have been requisitioned." Even the guards of the Orms family wouldn't call themselves that now, would they?"

"All the nobles of Nimitz, have their guards been drafted?" "It's not all of them, it's only after the safety of the main house is ensured that some guards will come out. The old man said patiently: "Until your master's house is completely safe, the guards can refuse to be recruited. This is something that all nobles know, how could you not know it? This agreement was first proposed by you, the Knights of the Olms family, the Holy Sunshine Cross. ”

Did Ender bring it up? Radish thought slightly, and really had some style of her own. Under the condition of ensuring the safety of the main family, the idea of mobilizing the power of the nobles to help the commoners can only be thought up by Ender, who has inherited his own thinking. No wonder the previous family's guards didn't follow the passage back to the manor, they should have gone to respond to the call.

The old man looked at the turnip's expression and asked, "What is your name, young man?" "Som, Som Orms." Radish straightened up and replied. The old man was surprised: "Orms, you are a member of the Orms family, why did you come here now? You should know that the city is very dangerous now, right?" Radish looked at the old man, "Because my friend is still in the city, I will not leave it alone until I know if my friend is safe." "Well, it's a member of the Orms family. Is your friend sleeping? Maybe I know his name. The old man said with approval in his eyes. Carrot replied, "Little York, that's his name, old man." ”

"Is that little York who ran away to be a militiaman?" the old man really had the impression: "Is he back?" Radish nodded: "This morning, little York and my team are back here. The old man thought slightly: "Indeed, I have not heard the war report during this time, nor have I heard that the militia battalion has returned to China, so it seems that there should be something wrong with the militia battalion." Radish was a little surprised, just hearing this information to come to such a conclusion, this old man is not ordinary.

"At this time, there is no new battle report on the front line, but there is a demon in the national capital, and it seems that this war is not simple. The old man whispered, and then looked at the radish: "Young man, would you like to tell me, an old man, what you have learned this time? ”

Radish looked outside, there should be nothing going on now, and it was okay to talk to the old man. And this old man doesn't look like an ordinary old scholar, he should be a high-level member of the big library, and Radish now hopes that a high-ranking NPC can analyze the current situation through their perspective. Hearing the old man's invitation, Radish naturally agreed. The old man still had a parchment roll in his arm, and although he looked to be about seventy years old, his steps were still agile, and when he heard the radish agree, he beckoned the radish to follow, and without waiting for the radishes, he turned around and walked to the other side of the corridor. In Radish's stunned moment, the distance between the two became three or five meters, and Radish had to trot all the way to keep up with the old man at the beginning.

After that, he followed the old man up the stairs to the fourth floor, and the old man pushed open the door of an office: "Go in, let's have a good talk." When Radish looked at the sign hanging on the door, which read "The Office of the Chief Administrator of the Great Library", he was a little surprised: he did not expect that the most intelligent chief manager in the rumors was the old man in front of him. But it was not hypocritical, hearing the old man's urging, he hurriedly walked in, sat down at a small round table in the middle of the office, and watched the old man rummage through the glove cabinet with his back, and after finding a cup, the old man poured him another glass of sweet wine. Radish couldn't believe his eyes as he watched the old man fumble around the corner for a while, and then took out a bottle of mulled wine.

The old man also saw the eyes of the radish and wanted to laugh: "Why, what do you think of this bottle of wine." Doesn't it appear at the right time?" Radish shook her head and said, "It's just a little curious that a big man like you actually likes to drink with such a cheap wine." I thought you liked the high-end goods. The old man put the glass in front of the turnip: "I don't pay attention to these things, as long as they are delicious and not so intoxicating, for me." This wine is cheap and not easy to get drunk on, but I found it after looking for a long time. ”