After half a month of house arrest under surreptitious surveillance, Aaron finally got a piece of news from Delith that sounded like a good thing.

Palau. Located in the northwest sea of Narnia, it is nominally a territory of Aragon. However, over the past hundred years, the merfolk tribes of the Palau archipelago's indigenous inhabitants have gradually wrested control of the region from the Aragon Empire. Coupled with the improvement of the various forces on the Acura Continent and the mermaid tribe itself, the mermaid included most of the sea areas in the northwest of the Acura Continent into applause. Therefore, many treasures under the sea, countless materials such as magical beasts and spars have been mined and excavated and sold on the Palau Islands. Merchants and adventurers from all over the continent like to travel long distances to buy goods and sell them on the mainland for high profits.

After eighty days of trekking through the mountains and rivers, Aaron arrived near the waters of the Palau Islands with the polite company of Delis. Along the way, Gerald also showed the other side of his temper, that is, enthusiasm and straightforwardness, and Aaron also knew from his mouth that the original Palau archipelago was a collective name, in fact, there were countless large and small islands, and there were many mermaid forces living here.

Obviously, the Silver Fox Legion had its own stronghold here, and as soon as they got off the ship, there were more than two dozen knights waiting on the dock. Surrounded by knights, Aaron and Delis boarded two noble but not luxurious carriages, shattering the tranquility of the island's woods, and heading north.

Aaron rode in the same carriage as Gerald, while Delis rode alone. For Aaron, he would rather ride with a gloomy Zana, or now Gerard, a powder keg, than spend time in such a small space with Delis.

The purpose of this trip is to buy some supplies in this mermaid country, as for what materials, Aaron does not know, and even the smug Gerald has not revealed the slightest information to him that can be guessed.

"Hey sir, your knights of the Silver Fox Legion are not the same as the knights I saw in Aquitania. Look, one by one, I said, sir, aren't you afraid of those mermaids attacking us, those mermaids look so terrifying!" said Aaron through the window of the carriage, looking at the riders outside the carriage who were not moving slowly, with a nonchalant expression.

"Haha, boy, I've sometimes found you to be too funny compared to the surface. Speaking of these merfolk clans, they are indeed very brave and good at fighting..."Speaking of this, Gerald's face showed a rare look of admiration, and then said: "However, take it easy, boy. We Aragon are warriors as respectable as they are, and we admire them, but we never fear them. Haha—and besides, the merfolk chiefs have signed a peace treaty with our empire back in the days of the previous king, and the annex is that all the merfolk tribes of their Palau archipelago are to submit to our country. ”

Peace Treaty?

Hearing these two words, Aaron's mind suddenly floated with the fangs hidden under the smiling face of the Slovenian invaders, and he began to feel a little bad about this trip.

Seeing that Aaron seemed a little listless, Gerald smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, boy, come, lie down and sleep here, when you wake up, we will almost be in the tribe." Once you've been in contact with those merfolk for a long time, you'll find that they're just as cute as your friends in Salz, haha-" Gerard laughed.

As a ninth-level warrior, Gerald seemed to be more and more vigilant about the little ghost in front of him, and he didn't have the same attitude as before when he spoke. Because, since the last time there was a head-on armed conflict with the Holy See, Gerald immediately sent someone to tell the news to Tony, who was far south. Before Arun's origin was clarified, Tony asked Gerald and the others not to be too close to Aaron, otherwise he would make some unexpected moves. In addition, the trip to the Mermaid Islands is also based on Tony's meaning.

The sea breeze blows with a pungent salty smell, making people's nose and chest hot and heavy.

"My lord, why are there so many bones scattered here?" said Aaron, leaning on the window of the car, looking at the bones that appeared from time to time along the way, his brow furrowed.

"Boy, like you, they were brave and loyal soldiers of the Empire in their lifetimes, and although they died on the isolated island of the northern sea of the Empire, their souls have returned to the arms of the great Lord of War... Even if their Divine Comedy stays here...... Gerald said solemnly with a hint of respect.

His Majesty King Louis II, the late King Louis II, before the Peace Treaty, was invincible, and his ambitions and desires were boundless as he ventured through the Sanctuary and stepped into the pinnacle of power in this plane. He constantly pushed the country's huge war machine to launch frequent wars of aggression against foreign countries. In several major wars, he was the victor in the seizure of vast tracts of land, countless people, and money from powerful but defeated national powers. However, when the entire empire fell into a state of blind optimism of invincibility, Louis also took his war wagon, favored and blessed by both the Lord of War and the Supreme God of Light, across the ocean, to the north to conquer the merfolk races that crawled on his forehead. And Louis's glory, the greatness of the Aragon Empire also stopped there, the war with the merfolk lasted for decades, and the national strength of the empire was also exhausted in this endless war............

For this protracted and tragic war, which the Aragon and merfolk races called "the blood and tears of Louis and Angela", Gerald can be said to have his back on his back. He was just a little kid who had just joined the army, not much older than Arlen is now. This war has become one of the most famous wars in the history of the development of the Aragon Empire, and it has been forever recorded in the annals of the empire.

"My lord, may I ask you a question?" Arlen asked, suddenly turning to Gerald.

"Huh?"

"Aren't you afraid that you are openly in conflict with the Holy See?"

"............" Gerald looked at Aaron in astonishment, as if he didn't expect him to ask this question, and was silent for a while before he said seriously: "For an Aragon warrior, loyalty and glory are what we should abide by at all times. It's just that if you can only choose one of the two, I think most of the people in the Silver Fox Legion will choose glory. You have to remember, boy. A man without glory will be like the walking dead!"

"A man without glory will be like the walking dead?" Arlen repeated in surprise, he had no idea that Gerald, who had always claimed to be a loyal warrior of the Empire and the most faithful servant of His Majesty Louis, would say such a thing.

"That's right!" Gerald nodded heavily, and there seemed to be a hint of determination and heroism in his eyes.

"So in other words, you are essentially no different from those mercenaries, as long as you have honor, you can even sell your soul?"

Gerald closed his eyes and did not answer his words. When Aaron was about to ask questions, a shout suddenly came from outside the window: "Be careful, there is a situation!"

The galloping convoy slowly stopped, and twenty knights guarded the people in the carriage on both sides of the convoy, and several other knights rode to the front of the procession.

After a while, a knight lifted the curtain of the car window and reported: "My lord, there seems to be a large number of people in the grass ahead, and the friend or foe are unknown at present!"

Gerald lifted the curtain and looked forward: sure enough, in the large dense wild grass on the right side of the front, there seemed to be many things moving occasionally from time to time, and the unusually undulating grass had already told Gerald that there were people here.

"Who is in front? This is the convoy of the Aragorn Empire's Yin Soul Legion, please leave here immediately. The first knight in the group shouted.

It's just that the sound seems to sink into the sea, and there is no response from the grass in front of it, but the undulating grass seems to be more and more frequent.

Silver Fox Legion, but these four words can probably scare off most hostile forces. However, this time the knight's shouting did not have much effect.

"Silver Fox Legion, good, good come, what we are waiting for is your Silver Fox Legion, haha. As he spoke, thirty or forty people stood up one after another in the half-human-tall cat bushes.

The swordsman with the sword in his hand, the mage with the staff in his robe and his hand, the fluctuations of power and magic continued to spread the moment they stood up, and they hit the ranks of the Silver Fox Legion in waves.

"Bellefin!" Gerald, who was watching from inside the curtain, exclaimed in a low voice.

In Gerrard's decades-long career, the strong men who fought against him were deeply imprinted into his mind.

Belifin, a level 10 Golden Realm black mage, can summon abyssal demons to fight as minions. He was once a high-ranking priest in one of the temples of the Slovenian Empire, and was later expelled from the Slovenian Empire due to some disagreements with several other powerful dark priests.

"Haha, it turned out to be Lord Gerald, I haven't seen you for decades, and my lord is still majestic!" Although Gerald's exclamation was small, it still couldn't escape Bellyfin's induction.

Now that he was recognized, although Gerald was secretly wary, he also stepped out of the carriage generously, and laughed loudly: "Powerful black magician, I am on the order of the legion commander to go to the tribe to buy some supplies, can you get out of the way?"

Having fought against Beliphon a few times in the past, Gerrard knows that this person is difficult to deal with, and his strength is even higher than his own. In addition, the strength of the soldiers around him is not weak, so he has his usual domineering attitude, hoping to pass easily.

"Haha, Dear Lord Gerald, when did you learn to lie, do you want to deny that there is a demon and blood in your carriage?"

............

Gerald didn't respond to his question, but his mind did rac through the thoughts on how to face what seemed like an inevitable battle.