Fifteen days ago, in the palace of Mallot, the capital of the Kingdom of Salins, everyone was waiting with bated breath.

"How ridiculous!" said King Byron, reaching for the wine glass table beside him, but instead of the silver glass, he grabbed a bunch of fresh green grapes.

Evan waited for a moment, then looked up to find the king holding the bunch of grapes in his hand, not knowing whether to put it down or throw it away.

"You still have the face to look up!" King Byron Fremez flicked at Evan in the face, and the green grapes struck the eyes and nose of the deputy commander of the regular army.

Queen Rosemund, who was sitting next to her, hurriedly stepped forward and took the king's arm to avoid the next gaffe.

"Go away, I said! Women are not allowed to discuss politics!" The king shook off her who seemed to be weak, but the queen stood up at once, not at all like the skills of a woman in the deep palace.

Although Evan was attacked head-on by the king's wrath, his eyes were like a calm lake, without a ripple, and his kneeling posture was the most upright of all the veterans.

The other princes and ministers were not present, because of the urgency of the night, only a guy like Evan with military power in his hand could enter the palace alone.

Anso Feremezi, the second prince of the kingdom, who had been sitting next to him without speaking, asked the kneeling man in his usual cautious tone, "If the Duchy finds out that we have not protected Miss Christine," he pulled his cloak closer to his chest, "must be more anxious than us?"

"Prince Amsoil is right, but I am confident that under the guardianship of my nephew, there will be no accident to the Duke's favorite daughter. Evan still overestimated Field's sense of responsibility, how could a man who doesn't even have the country and relatives in his heart care about a woman from another country.

Amsoil sat his body more upright, and in the eyes of some of the servants, the second prince at this time was integrated with the grandeur and majesty of the palace, and he was the master here. And in contrast to him, of course, is King Byron. In his right hand he embraced Queen Rosemund, the stepmother of the three princes, and in his left hand he struggled to support his waist, his huge belly wrinkling his golden and silver clothes, and his dry hair, which the crown could not hide.

"If Miss Christine's life is as important as a city—" Evan had just said when Byron waved his hand to interrupt him.

Byron Feremiz: "And the life of my youngest son, Walter!"

"That's right, the little prince who is still studying in the Duchy of Dlaman, if his life is comparable to that of Mallot," Evan understood that what he said next was the most important, so he paused deliberately and cleared his throat again, "What Fidel may bring back can be compared to the entire Duchy, no! or even the entire kingdom!"

Byron and Amsoil were both attracted by Evan's words, and only the queen took the bunches of grapes from the ground and gently put them back on the fruit bowl.

Amsoil withdrew his attention, turned his face to the side a little and said, "Lord Archon means those so-called 'life weapons'?"

Byron took a few steps back and forth from the steps, but decided to put his big butt so thick that there was nowhere to put it on the king's golden chair. Evan just watched his king quietly, ignoring the prince's questions.

"Stand down," said Prince Amsol, waving his hand to the servants to leave the hall, and he said to Rosemund, "Your Majesty..."

Rosemand got up and bowed deeply to King Byron, then lifted his feet and stepped back.

The tranquility of Mallot's night permeated the main hall of the council, accompanied by the fragrance of lush plants along the banks of the Black and White River outside the city.

"Leaving all the legends aside, is it really worth the adventure for my son and future princess?" asked Byron Feremitz.

"According to my intelligence, the current leader of the Moon Shield Mercenary Regiment has been looking for their former leader, Russell, who is rumored to have the Moon Shield," Evan knew his king, and if he didn't smell the exact scent, Byron wouldn't be easily whetted.

"Was it found? Is it in Russell's hands? Is that shield so amazing?" Byron asked a few questions, and Evan answered immediately.

"Russell has already found traces, and not only his moon shield, but also the clues of other 'life weapons' are on him. ”

"There's only one question that Erchen wants to know, if those 'weapons of life' are really as powerful as they are rumored, then why are they hiding somewhere instead of using them to conquer the city?" Amsoil obviously knew a lot about those "weapons of life", so he didn't ask anything about Russell.

Evan thought for a while and said, "The biggest difference between an enchanted weapon and a 'life weapon' is that the latter is attached to a person's life, and the person holding the weapon and the person who is sacrificed must be 'resonant' with each other in order to exert the power of the weapon." ”

"'Resonator'? Your Excellency the Commander is really getting more and more mysterious, in my eyes, the enchanted weapon is just a trick to play tricks on the iron guy. I don't think it's worth the risk if there is no solid evidence. Amsoil did not hesitate to veto Evan's proposal.

Byron touched his big belly through his clothes, pointed at Evan and said: "I already feel the call of those legendary weapons to me, you just let your nephew do it, anyway, without the support of our country, Webster's skinny monkey is just a dead monkey, he doesn't dare to do anything to Walter." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty. ”

"But though Fed is your Evan nephew and the guy's own son, we don't know anything about him. ”

"Your Majesty can rest assured that his abilities and character are even to the kingdom..."

Evan told everything he knew about Fielder and Field's objective situation without any reservations. Amsoil boldly asks a few questions, and Evan's answer shows Fed's ability and "loyalty" to the kingdom.

It was almost dawn when I left the palace. Evan hadn't closed his eyes for two days, and he was finally able to get a good night's sleep after today, after all, he was in a hurry and made his own decisions. Until now, he had never known the real reason why Fidel had taken Christine away, and no matter how much he guessed, he couldn't put every possible scenario on the nephew who was bored with everything and indifferent to anything.

"All the relatives of the soldiers received condolence money, and the names of the soldiers were recorded on the 'white tablet'. Evan's lieutenant appeared with the first rays of sunlight on the horizon.

"Very well, send someone to the place where they are buried regularly to maintain and clean it, confirm the name on the 'white tablet' again, and then take out some gold coins from my coffers to comfort the mothers who have lost their only son. ”

"Yes!"

Evan took out the envelope he had written and looked at it again, and he rolled it into a ball of waste paper and put it back in his pocket. "These dead soldiers all gave their lives for the country, but also to save the Duke's daughter, and if you put her in danger, it will be sad and disappointing for your father and me. Evan thought to himself, and before he knew it, he had reached his own house.

The residence of the deputy commander of the regular army is not very luxurious, but it is slightly larger than the ordinary private house, and it is not obvious to outsiders that it is the residence of high-ranking officials and nobles.

At this time, the door of Evan's house was pushed open from the inside, and the little girl Millet, who was "rescued" from the bandits, stood at the door.

"I've already cooked breakfast for you, so let's eat it!" Millet said to Evan, who was a little surprised.

"Why did you come to my house again? Millet, you shouldn't..."

Before Evan could finish speaking, Millet rushed to say, "I'm not called Millet! Call me Miss Michelle!"

"No, no, you still call Xiaomi, I call every child in the orphanage in this form. Evan didn't say anything more, and went straight into the kitchen of the house.

"Well, you're cooking so many dishes, is that like an eight-year-old girl should do? People of this age should go to school and go to class, and you should go back to the orphanage for me right away!" Evan looked at the breakfast he had all he had, and the aroma was overflowing.

Xiaomi crossed his hands on his waist and said: "A middle-aged man like you who has no wife and no children to take care of, I can still easily deal with it, I used to help make a big pot of rice in the cottage..."

"Don't tell anyone about the bandits again!

"You killed my 'father' and made me lonely," Xiaomi covered her eyes with her hands that didn't shed tears at all, her voice became weaker, and she was about to cry, "Now you still say that no one wants me, it's all your fault for being a cruel guy, woo woo..."

Evan has never been a good hand at dealing with women, he touched his forehead with his hand, and said helplessly: "Okay, okay, don't cry, you can come to my house if you want to come to my house in the future, anyway, you can come in if I lock the door," Evan searched the kitchen and didn't find the dry food he had stored, "But where did you get me my lunch and dinner?"

"I can't eat those things, you can eat them as a commander!" Xiaomi said with a smug smile, "I used the money in your cabinet to buy some materials for breakfast for you, don't dislike it, eat it quickly!"

Evan frowned, looked at the little demon girl in front of him, and began to wonder if he had done something wrong to save her back in the first place.

"Okay, I'll eat, you can go back to the orphanage quickly. Evan sat down on the edge of the dinner table and said.

"Well, then I'll go, I'll come back tomorrow!" Mi left Evan's house without looking back.

Evan walked over and locked the door of his house tightly, and walked to the musty study, where he still had something to do before eating. He prepares to write another letter to Fidel, hoping that his words will be able to stabilize his nephew, who has drifted away.

He also prepared a letter to send to his brother, who was teaching in the town, "If he can give up his boring job as a teacher and re-swear to serve the kingdom, I am sure everyone will be willing to forgive him." ”