Ilkettrin Castle, at noon.

Dressed in a white robe and a crown hat symbolizing status, Angel was standing on the city wall with a worried face, looking into the distance.

"Inform me of any news!" she instructed the guard, who was trying to straighten her back to the side and look more dutiful, "I don't want to miss something." ”

"Yes, Lord Bishop!"

The guard whispered and replied to the courtesy of an audience with the nobles, and it seemed that before he knew it, Angel, who was acting in place of Lance, had gained some majesty and was in some ways quite popular.

But that didn't make her feel better.

Angel hadn't smiled for a while since she received a letter from a raven asking for help and was sent by King Gregory IV for reinforcements.

She nodded wordlessly at the guards, and then descended the walls and headed for the castle's lord's hall.

This time it was General William who came.

A highlander from Shenfford, who belonged to the direct line of the king, without fiefdoms and old family drags, only honor and all kinds of new nobles who symbolized honorary titles.

"What a difficult man!" said Angel, who was rude and savage, and had no aristocratic demeanor, and who only knew to carry a two-handed sword on his back all day long, and boasted loudly about his strength in alcohol and pleasure.

Maybe the Highlanders have always been like this?

Even though they also belong to the Kingdom of Livingston, the mere fact that they have the same blood flowing in their bodies as the Misty Mountain people is not enough to make them credible.

While it is a mistake to refer to the tribes of the northern Krens Mountains as the Misty Mountains, at the end of the day, most of Ravenston's indigenous people are ancestors of the Misty Mountains tribe.

But I believe that most people have long forgotten this, after all, under the years of war and conflict, there is only endless death and unquenchable hatred.

And the Highlanders?

Legend has it that after countless "full moons" of reincarnation, a Misty Mountain man crossed the Krens Mountains, a mountain range that was considered impassable by the Misty Mountains.

According to the legend of the Misty Mountains, the hero of this Misty Mountains, a hunter, was hunting at the bottom of Mount Krens when he saw a bobcat. It was the lynx that carried him over the Krens Mountains. (However, many shamans do not acknowledge this legend, because the hunter is not a great shaman and cannot see Virgives.) ）

But when word reached the southern part of the Krens Mountains, another full moon was on the horizon. To escape the impending war and famine, many of the Misty Mountain people set out with Thin Soft for the southern Krens Mountains, where they met the early Livingston Natives.

Even in Ravenston, which seemed hellish to the Pande, to the people of the Misty Mountains, Ravenston was like paradise, with a warm climate, fertile land, and no more fear of terrible famine and war.

The Misty Mountain people who made it to Livingston through Hell knew how to maximize crop yields and spread their knowledge to the Livingstonians. Their actions were favored by the Livingston Natives, who eventually accepted the Misty Mountain People.

Now, after a long time, those who came to settle in Livingston from the northern part of the Krens Mountains have long since disconnected from the Misty Mountains and settled in the highland camp near Shenfford.

They were thus called the Highlanders, and swore under their thrones that they would fight for the kingdom of Livingston whenever and wherever they wanted.

"I have to say, little girl, appoint your personal maid as the acting lord?" When Angel came to the lord's hall, General William, who was sitting on the main seat enjoying meat steak and wine, leaned on the back of his chair and crossed his legs and said, "Oh!

He was dressed in Livingston Highland armor, the one-man tall Pound sword resting casually on the side of his chair, and the open face guard on the wooden table that was supposed to be used to sign documents, which made the space for stacked plates even more cramped.

"Once again, I solemnly ask you to send troops to Silverblade Castle as soon as possible!" Anqi ignored his rudeness, but could only stand and say, "If you don't want to be called a coward by the people here. ”

"Oh?" said General William, swallowing the food he was chewing on, and poured a large sip of ale, "I think I've got a liking for him, what's his name? House Alex?" he continued his teasing to himself, "Oh! Damn! I forgot, but I could rule out one, at least he wasn't called Stoker." ”

"Your Excellency!"

Angel glared at him angrily.

"What? I'm just telling a fact that everybody knows. General William wiped a handful of wine foam from his beard, "Besides—" he said, leaning over his head and chuckling quietly but in a loud voice, "Would you like to try something new? At least I can make sure it's better than yours..."

"General William!" a cold voice interrupted his next words, "embarrassment of a lady is not the demeanor of a nobleman?"

It's Carlos!

The knight who broke his leg and crawled for a whole day and a night came to Ilcutlin for help.

He was dressed in polished smooth and neat knight's armor, and except for his somewhat haggard look, he seemed to be recovering quite well?

At least from the twisted ankle, there was no sign of injury at all. This was thanks to the healing effects of the Light, and Pastor Brown standing beside him as he walked into the halls of the lords.

He is different from the previous image of a simple old peasant, perhaps because of the reason why he preached with Anqi, the whole person is dressed in the same style of white robe designed and cut by her, and he looks quite gentle and elderly.

"Boy, are you trying to provoke a duel?" General William stood up menacingly, holding his Pande greatsword, "We highlanders are never short of warriors!"

"I'm happy to accompany you!"

Carlos nodded indifferently, only to give a faint smile back when Angel and Brown persuaded each other.

"Carlos!" Angel shouted worriedly, and after noticing that he had made up his mind, he had to remind him in a low voice, "You have to be careful, try not to hurt General William." ”

"What did you say!"

The latter was furious and was about to rush to question, but was stopped by Carlos's hand with gauntlets, "Let's go to the square!" He provocatively demanded: "The loser must apologize, sincerely apologize!"

"Then let my sword teach you how to learn respect!" General William spat viciously and strode out the door.

"You know what I mean?" said Angel in a whisper behind Carlos, her expression a little serious.

"Don't worry, he won't die. He had to quip a little helplessly, "After all, we still need him to lead the army, don't we?"