Swain stayed in Baron O'Brien's barracks for a long time, and it wasn't until late that the two of them finished talking about everything.

Because the War Department had sent a large amount of high-quality ingredients and wine, Baron O'Brien simply entertained Swain with these things, even though they were still planning the command of Minister Guderian who sent these things.

"This is the wine I brought with me when I left Munster, I wonder if you can drink?" He took the bottle and poured it eagerly for Swain.

"I'd be glad to taste the Duke of Dungal's favourite wine, but is it fitting that you have come from Munster to Germany to fight the war, and with you so much wine. Swain sat on Baron O'Brien's right hand, watched Baron O'Brien fill the glass in front of him, and did not refuse, but only asked rhetorically.

"Ahhh......h ”

"Really?" Swain raised his glass and greeted Baron O'Brien, "To Duke Dungar." ”

The baron was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and raised his glass. "To the Empire!"

Swain didn't stay at Baron O'Brien's table for too long, and when he offered to leave, Baron didn't hold back too much, after all, in the face of Swain's face that didn't smile at all, Baron O'Brien also felt that it was a stupid thing to laugh alone.

When Swain left the barracks, it was already about eight o'clock in the evening, and it was not too late, and the soldiers gathered around the campfire in twos and threes chatting, or talking about who was in the battle, or talking about some things about their hometown.

The scene looks warm, but everyone understands that this comfort is only temporary, and the next time they return from the battlefield, there will always be some people who will disappear from them forever.

Swain came very stealthily and did not let too many people find out, only the guards at the camp gate and Baron O'Brien's lieutenant knew that a young man had visited the baron. And when he left, Swain's figure disappeared like a silent wind.

In order not to be noticed, he walked on foot without even riding in a carriage, so that Sven could better perceive the changes in his surroundings. And when he left the barracks, and did not immediately return to Karin Castle, Swain stopped, carefully sensing the movement around him.

Although Sven's magic perception is very weak, because of his huge magic power, he can spread his perception very wide, thereby strengthening his perception. In order to avoid being discovered, Sven spread his magic perception to the maximum along the way, and therefore, he finally found some clues.

"Characteristics of this magic ......" Sven looked in the direction of the barracks behind him, his brow furrowed, "It's Manfred!"

He immediately guessed that Manfred was going to attack the barracks, so Swain immediately turned around and followed the faint traces of magic in the air, chasing in the direction Manfred had walked.

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After sending Swain away, Baron O'Brien could finally come out and catch his breath, and in any case, there was still a lot of pressure in the face of Swain's cold face.

"O Guderian—" he looked at the starry sky, his expression solemn, "alas, this is the grace of the emperor, who can carry a family to heaven or throw them into hell. ”

Thinking of the scene when the Guderian family was in power, and then thinking about what Swin said today, he felt even more that the whirlpool of the imperial capital was so terrifying. Although he still longed for the position of Minister of War in his heart, Baron O'Brien was also worried that he would one day be like the Guderian family today, and kick himself out of the way with a replacement when the emperor felt that he was in the way.

If political struggle is an art, then the struggle in the army is sometimes much simpler, and the most direct force is in the hands of the soldiers, which makes the soldier the simplest and most effective method, and the soldiers are willing to use it, just like the hapless Michel VII, if the army betrays him, no matter how prominent his position, he will not escape death.

In contrast, if it was only the failure of the political struggle, perhaps the outcome would have been better, after the Marquis of Metternich was defeated by Nicholas I, there was still a position of Minister of the Seals to talk about, and he also retained a certain amount of influence, at least much better than the dead.

The baron paced while thinking about his thoughts, because it was a temporary barracks, the place was not big, not to mention that it was occupied by the three armies of Connaught, Yanwan and Munster, even a high-ranking officer like Baron O'Brien could only live next to the soldiers, and there was not much personal space for him.

He walked past the officers' tents, where the soldiers of Munster were gathering around the campfire, but now they were all lying on the ground, snoring deeply.

These guys, when they drink, they become like this. Baron O'Brien frowned, unhappy with the casual state of his soldiers.

And just as he was focusing on the sleeping soldier, he didn't notice that a hideous mouth was already quietly opening behind him.

"Ha ......"

As a soldier, Baron O'Brien reacted quickly, and when he saw a black shadow shooting straight towards him, he immediately rolled on the ground to avoid the sudden attack.

"What ......"

He stared at the scene in front of him in amazement. Where he had just stood, a tall man in a strange black robe appeared, and this man was raising his hand, and his hand was clutched with terrible claws, clutching a raven that had been twisted.

"Yo, Count Jericho, we'll meet again. Manfred smiled and looked at Swain in front of him, seemingly unaware that the other man had interrupted his meal.

"Count Jericht?" Baron O'Brien also looked at Swain, who couldn't figure out the situation anymore. Why did Count Jericho, who was talking to me about working with me, attack him suddenly, or did he attack the man who suddenly appeared to save me? So who is that strange fellow, and what is going on?

All of this happened so suddenly that Baron O'Brien's mind was in a mess. In this case, he wisely chose to retreat and not get involved in the confrontation between these two people.

"You showed up on your own. Swain walked over step by step, the staff of Count Hecate in his hand swaying with his steps, "It saves me time looking for you." Why, you came here to fight the attention of the army?"

"Heh, who knows?" Manfred shrugged, "Look at your stance, are you going to fight me here?" ”

As soon as Manfred finished speaking, a large crow claw burst out of the ground beneath his feet. Such a surprise attack was of little use to Manfred, though, and he dodged the crowtals summoned by Swain with a single leap.

Baron O'Brien stared blankly at the sudden appearance of a one-story crow's claw, and did not understand where it had come from.

Swain was not discouraged by the missed blow, and he quickly summoned his army of crows, divided into three ways, and launched an attack on Manfred in the air from different directions. If you change an opponent, such as Yang, in such a situation, there is probably no way to dodge when there is nowhere to borrow strength in the air, so you can only try your best to defend yourself and resist this move. But Manfred is different, his magic level is at the same level as Sven, and in terms of experience, Manfred is much stronger than Sven.

Although the attack came from three directions, Manfred was not in a hurry, and when the first crow came from behind him, Manfred suddenly raised his foot and kicked the crow directly down with a hard slash, and with this force, Manfred got an upward force and threw the crows underneath.

Baron O'Brien on the ground looked at Manfred's movements in disbelief, with his height, his weight was definitely not light, although the kick that kicked the crow just now was very strong, but the crow's size was too small, and it was absolutely impossible to feed back enough strength to Manfred, but Manfred was actually as light as a swallow and lifted himself up with the force of that kick. Baron O'Brien couldn't figure out how Manfred had done it, but in the short space of time, there were so many things he couldn't figure out that he felt his brain go numb to these amazing things.

Manfred was in mid-air, his feet stepping on crows from time to time, walking as light as a swallow, and Swain's crow flock was like marionettes, completely toyed with by Manfred.

"I've disappointed a bit, Lord Count. Manfred landed briskly to the ground, his movement when he stepped on the crows seemed to be light, but in fact, every kick kicked the crows off, and in a short time, Swain's crow flock was completely wiped out.

"Looks like I'm underestimating you. Although the crow flock was completely wiped out, Sven's face was still very calm, for him, there were as many things as there were to make demons, and if he didn't skimp on his magic power, he could even summon a flock of crows covering the entire imperial capital.

"Then come up with something that excites me, Count Jericho, and I've been looking forward to it, for from the first time I saw you, I had a feeling, a gray, somewhat gloomy feeling. You are the same person as me, but the more similar people are, the easier it is to repel each other, because we are all deeply disgusted with ourselves, disgusted with ourselves for this pathetic appearance!"

Swain narrowed his eyes slightly, he was not shaken by Manfred's words, but he was just as expectant as Manfred, looking forward to seeing the other party's true purpose.

"It's already started. ”

"Huh?" Manfred was stunned for a moment, and then she felt a tremor of magic.

Black feathers swirled around Swain, enveloping him like a whirlpool. And in Manfred's eyes, it was not only the figurative feathers that swirled and fluttered, but also the vast magic that haunted Sven's body. Even if it was Manfrey, it was the first time he had seen such a huge amount of magic, and he could now be sure that Swain was really ready to use all his strength.

Under Baron O'Brien's terrified gaze, the black feathers around Swain's body spun faster, and his entire figure was obscured. And it was not only those black feathers that were flying, perhaps because the feathers were flying too fast, and black lightning had faintly appeared on Sven's body.

Manfred knew that it was a phenomenon caused by the collision of magic power too violently, and those black lightning bolts were all unstable escape energy caused by the collision of magic power.

"That's a ......," Manfred said, his mouth wide open, a look of excitement on his face, "It's beautiful!"

It was as if a real storm had descended on Sven, and the momentum grew larger and larger, and even the air around him was swept in by the flow of magic, forming a restless cyclone.

Finally, Sven's hand reached out of the storm, and his black-gloved hands grasped the storm as if it were tearing a cocoon that had wrapped him.

Swain, who appeared in front of Manfred and Baron O'Brien, has changed a lot from the original him. Manfred had also seen Sven arm himself with magic, but that appearance was very rough, and he simply combined magic power into his body, and turned himself into a half-human, half-monster thing, and now Sven was not covered with the skin of a monster, but a delicate armor that almost fused with his body.

Black feathers adorned the armor, and the long cloak was adorned with black feathers, like a pair of black wings close together. At first glance, it looks like a glove, but if you look closely, you will see that it is Swain's hand, wrapped in a silky black skin, with an inch-long claw growing from each finger.

A perfect combination of magic and body covered Sven's entire body, and he wore a covered helmet on his head, leaving only a "T" shaped gap. The back of the helmet is also adorned with a cocked crow's tail, which makes the helmet look like a standing crow's head, reminiscent of the midnight crow on the Jericho family crest.

"Since you have come to see me in the robes of the Franconians, I will also put on the armor of the first Midnight Earl and come to fight you. ”

Manfred's face changed when he saw the armor on Sven's body, and he suddenly remembered where he had seen this armor.

"Raven...... Jericho ...... The First Midnight Earl...... That's ...... 'Beatrice's gaze'!"