Slava's Diary:

Aisha 153 July, Air Week, Tuesday.

It has been 2 days since the arrival of Falkenridge and 15 days before the Holy Session.

Gustav and Gilhardt had done their best along the way, but at my strong suggestion, the two young men went to rest.

Actually, I shouldn't have let these two lads come along: Gustav was not adapted to the climate of Falkenridge, and had suffered from a wind chill three days before—a typical Zanmir, poor Gustav, who could not stand the cold and dry air. Gilhart was born in the furry collar tun at the foot of the Terror Mountains, and the slightly dry and cold air could not defeat him. However, accustomed to roasted chicken and onion soup, he vomited incessantly along the way—the young man was tormented by the fermented dumplings and the boiled beans with large roots.

Actually, I'm not a big fan of fermented dumplings – they smell like rancid boogers. However, there is not much I can do about this traditional food of Falkenridge. After all, when you pass by an inn or tavern, if you don't choose to ferment the dumplings, you are left with rock crust cakes to serve as a staple food. Oh my God! That thing was going to burst my back molars.

However, now that the Emperor has arranged a mansion or a post house for all the dukes and their men who have come to the meeting, our days will not be so difficult - I desperately need to get Krabi "Fat the Man" a bowl of onion soup for me, well, by the way, some for Gilhardt. Big root boiled beans didn't taste at all, and I wouldn't have known how to swallow them if Lena hadn't reminded me to bring some dragon fire tree fruit.

However, these dragon fire tree fruits must be magic things that Lena has "added" to grow herself - they are several times more "hot" than ordinary dragon fire tree fruits. I don't think I need it anymore, but Gustav should eat it whole—I'm kind of expecting the fire to come out of the lad's throat! Ha ha. Oh, I really shouldn't have such a bad taste, but I'd like to try it, Gustav won't blame me.

Having said that, the atmosphere at this year's meeting was more tense than ever, and I could feel that the whole Falkenridge was holding up and not daring to breathe.

In just a few days, two incidents of a terrible nature have occurred - a senior accountant of the Orzhov Chamber of Commerce has been killed, and the body has been found near the residence of the old thief of Gaget; One of the accompanying clerks of the envoy sent by the Kingdom of Ahmad was poisoned and is now being rescued, and his fate is unknown.

To be honest, it was a really serious mistake that I didn't bring Jorgen or Michael with me. Leah is a high-level wizard, but her fiery temper and impulsive nature are not the right person to be an advisor - after all, there is no better advisor in this world than Michael and Jorgen.

I decided to let Leah go out less – and of course, I would too. I am concerned about the current situation in Zamir, and the reply from Michael reports that there is no war yet. I don't know what excuse Gekitt will use to start a war against me this time, I have to think calmly.

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"Advisor Donawan, Spado and Joseph have caught a big fish!" Kyurem said.

"Whew~~Ah? Oh well, I mean, well, that's amazing, we had fish soup to drink in the evening? Michael blinked vigorously, then put his head, which he kept nodding, on the palm of his hand propped up on the table, and said happily.

Kyurem was a little embarrassed, in fact, he was a more serious person. Kherrem and Michael did not work together much, and because of the difference in status, Kyurem's attitude towards Michael was mostly serious.

To be more precise, Kurem is about the same status as Joseph, Jon, Spador, Elpara, and Winna, but as a typical commoner who grew up in an aristocratic family, Kurem has a very stubborn hierarchy.

Of all the generals or generals in Zamir, only Khyrem addressed Michael as Adviser Donawan, both formally and informally.

Wen Na felt that sometimes his old friend was simply incomprehensible, and it made people feel alienated and cold. But Michael doesn't really care, he is a very easy-going person himself. Of course, for Kyurem, he grew up as a valet in a noble family, and later learned some skills and then went to work as a servant for the official knights in his youth. For a member of the Holy Falcon Empire, such an experience is simply the best route and expectation for a civilian boy to become a master.

However, it was this Kyurem who, after attaining the status of knight, still adhered to the oldest strict rank of the Holy Falcon Empire. This is not because of faith, but out of awe and fear.

Unlike the others, Kyurem has never been a mercenary and is not from a noble family. The most common thing he saw was that civilians were hungry and beaten. That's why he escaped from Tangornis and came to the paradise he had always dreamed of, Zammir.

Although Zamir was under Slava's leadership, the civilians were much better off. But Kyurem was still scared - among the many lords, Slava, the Duke of Running Wolf, was also a particularly maverick. And the result of this is the guidance and advice of Formal Jørgen and Michael to Slava.

Jorgen's identity is a mystery, but his seemingly cautious strategy is actually easy to spot in his bold, authoritarian character, and of course, Slava has a lot of trust in this advisor of unknown origin. Michael is a graduate of the Holy Falcon Empire Wizarding Academy. As a student of Principal Nicholas Tesla, Elsa's greatest, most powerful, and wisest wizard today, Michael, who was heavily influenced by the Qin-A Empire, often plotted deviant, traditional, but lucrative advice for Slava.

Therefore, Kyurem's greatest belief is to protect the land he loves so much. The Tangnis now calls Zamir home. His greatest fear was that one day this paradise would return to tradition with Slava's death. If anyone dares to invade his homeland, he will show the intruder what violence is.

"Advisor Donawan, I mean, Spado and Joseph caught a couple of Gruuls." Kyurem said.

"Well, of course, of course I know that, Kyurem. I just wanted to liven up the atmosphere. Michael touched the corner of his mouth and nodded.

"So, confirmed identity? Is it indeed a Gruul man? He asked.

"That's right, according to Joseph's report, Adviser Donavan had repeatedly confirmed before capturing this mob that tattoos of subversives were found on their bodies." Kyurem confirmed in a serious manner.

"Go on." Michael listened and said with great interest.

"There are four enemies: a female spellcaster, a troll, and two men, all of whom have found subversive tattoos on them, and they are not innocent. Of these, the trolls had already been slain by Spado and Joseph, and the remaining three had been captured. The female caster takes the mana drain potion and is locked in; A man broke his leg and was captured alive; Another male is critically injured and dying. Kyurem finished reporting and waited for Michael's decision.

"Where are these people now? Spado was wounded, but Joseph was fine. The two had arrived at the Mustache two quarters of an hour earlier, and the captives were kept in the dungeon, guarded by Joseph himself. Kyurem said.

"Alright! I've been tracking the strange loud noises and vibrations of Longtalon for a long time. I think it must have something to do with the Gruul guys, and besides, we still have 120 crossbows to find. Kyurem, let's go and meet these bastards, and if we can get information about these two things out of their mouths, then we can also reassure Slava who is far away in Falkenridge. Michael waved his hand and motioned for Kyurem to lead the way.

Kyurem led the way and said, "Advisor Donawan, it's Lord Slava. ”

"Oh, well, well, Lord Slava. You know, Kyurem, I have a lot of respect for Slava. ”

"It's Lord Slava, Advisor Donawan."