The human army began to make the intention of pulling out after noon, but the little tail that had been following from the Molten Iron City did not continue to follow. The elves didn't follow, and Atticus saw that behind the banners of the many nobles, only one elven sentry cautiously poked half of his body out of the hillside and watched the humans leave coldly. Did they give up?, Iron Knight frowned, or were the pointy-eared sons of the forest uneasy and terrified about the rest of their journey? No, they had no reason to do so. There were other reasons why the elves gave up their plans to follow, some of the reasons they hadn't thought of yet.

After the Grand Knight turned his head away from looking at the hillside, the elven sentry quickly retracted as if he had spotted an eagle's mongoose. He turned around and skateboarded with his back, and the whole person slid down the shady side of the hillside, and then used this force to kick hard at the end of the slope, and landed gracefully like an antelope to rush back to his companion's side. The sentry fell to one knee and reciprocated what he had seen with the same high deference as the elder. "Humanity has set out, Elder. Are we going to send out falcons to follow them?"

"Not necessarily. Atwood, who had been asleep, replied this time. He opened his eyes, his long eyebrows trembling. "There is no need for us to continue in this fight. His Majesty has made it clear that the nezumi are no longer the scourge of this world, and that someone has earned them the right to live. Next, it's up to them to survive on their own. ”

All the elves showed respect when they heard the word "Your Majesty", and they knew that this word would only represent one being in the elven language, the origin and destination of the green in the world. But the other elven sentry seemed to remember something, and she frowned, "But Elder, Bakham is still in human hands. Should we bring him back?"

The green staff stood up, and the stag behind him snorted in his master's footsteps. "Bakham is one of us, but we don't have the right to tie him down in the forest. He has the ability to choose his own path. When he comes home on his own, we'll welcome him back. The old elf said, shaking his hands, and coincidentally, a large number of birds and finches also happened to fly out of the nearby forest, as if in response to his words.

"Never worry about children stepping out of the forest, when they walk through the shady woodland, someone will take care of them. With that, Atwood mounted his stag, picked a flask from its antlers, unscrewed the lid and poured it down. "And what we have to do is make sure that this green endures. ”

The female sentinel who had asked the question nodded to her companion after listening to the elder's words, and the latter put a leaf in her mouth and blew a high-pitched and crisp sound, and the elves hiding nearby knew that this was a signal to assemble and responded one after another. The falcons they had released as scouts also circled in the air at the beckoning of their masters. And fly in the direction of the Molten Iron City...

The falcon's wings skim through the mist, and the humid air cannot affect its sharp vision. The dripping rain connects the heavens and the earth, making the king in its eyes look like an improperly preserved old film. Trained to find its target among the buildings, the bird of prey fluttered its wings and flew towards a small two-story building. The sign on the door of this small building reads "Crimson Blood".

The window, punctually opened before the falcon could reach it, and a pair of slender arms wrapped in expensive silk clothing pushed it open, allowing the intruder to land on the leather brace on his right forearm. "Oh dear, look at the way you look, all wet. The woman dressed in red casually picked up a piece of jerky from the table and placed it to the raptor's mouth as a reward. As soon as she turned, her red skirt swaying in the fire. Emia placed the animal on a shelf by the fire, pulling out the letter from its paws.

"How's it going?" asked One-Eye, closing the window. The falcon was originally a tool trained by her men to transmit information. It's just that until the witch casts a spell on them, these birds of prey can't deliver messages over long distances like carrier pigeons, and they are always attracted to other things, just like other predators.

Emia was half-lying on a bench by the fire, looking at the contents of the letter, which were encrypted words, but the witch could decipher them without having to consult any information in her excellent memory. Her beautiful face was enough to make most of the men in the kingdom crazy, but only the closest partner to her could read the meaning of her expression without such interference.

"How bad?" One-Eye walked up behind the witch, fingers twinking gently in the latter's long hair. Although she could see the text directly, even the creator of the password could not directly decipher the content of the message. Moreover, since Amia demonstrated her ability in cryptography, One-Eye has grown accustomed to relying on witches to decipher these letters.

"The coalition of twenty-three lords, the number of troops has exceeded three hundred. While most of them were just mild-on civilians, they were already a strong enough force. Coupled with the command of the Grand Knight, even if you fight with a large number of nezumi on the plains, you may not be without the power to fight. Emiah reached out to take her lover's hand, and her tone was as gloomy as the weather outside the window.

"Do you need me to send someone to fetch Kolante back?" One-Eyed knew what the witch was worried about, and she made a proposal, but she knew that it would not be easy to bring people back safely from the North in this situation.

"It doesn't matter. I'm sure she'll be able to protect herself. I was more worried about Mr. Roland, and although I had Dr. Hill follow him, he didn't seem to be in good spirits at the time. Aemia folded the letter and placed it on the table, staring at the flames. When Roland learned of King Sigget's death, he asked One-Eye for a fast horse and some supplies and went north alone, when the witch saw the eagerness and anxiety in the old man's eyes, so she didn't stop him, but sent Ciel to accompany the magician.

"I hope so. The elves have come to me several times to ask for someone, and even the representatives of the Edward family have vaguely mentioned the issue. Mr. Roland's popularity is really good. One-Eye smiled wryly, the old man had accumulated more prestige than Amia in the recent series of events, and she didn't know if it was a good thing.

"By the way, what about Sparrow? Speaking of Roland, the witch also remembered the little attendant who had been with the old man. This time, the old man didn't take him with him when he went north. Even before leaving, he specially asked One-Eye to help take care of the child.

"No, he's especially well-behaved these days. He spent all day in his room fiddling with the props that Mr. Roland had given him, saying that it was necessary to study. The gang leader shook her head, she had grown up watching the little sparrow, and the serious expression on the child's face was a little strange to her.

The witch didn't speak again, just responded lazily in a nasal voice. One-Eye, who was familiar with her lover's behavior, knew what this meant, and she withdrew her hand from Aemia's hand and went to the other end of the room to retrieve a blanket and put it over her. Then she glanced out the window at the rainy sky.

"This rain should have stopped a long time ago. ”