"I have to say, your acting skills are really admirable. ”

Roland lifted the curtain and walked into the carriage, looking at the busy young man and raising his eyebrows.

Obviously, the conversation between Freya and "Dean" just now fell into Roland's ears word for word.

The name Dean was naturally a pseudonym used by Constantine, and as for the information about the Dedram Academy, it was easy to grasp it clearly given the relationship between Constantine and Julius.

Before he set off, the boy had already prepared all the disguises, and those who didn't know communicated with him would really think that he was a young mage who had studied magic in Flange for a few years.

"I said that before me, you would call me Your Highness. ”

The young man didn't raise his head, and continued to carve the wooden staff, "Also, I sold [Durandal] to you in exchange for your allegiance, but I didn't let you talk in my ear all day long. ”

Roland calmly looked at his present "master": "A good soldier should always keep his destination in mind, without a goal, no strategy or tactics are meaningless." ”

"Until now, I don't know what your goal is, what will you do next? How do you want me to follow you back to China?"

Roland stared at him solemnly and said, "The news of your reappearance can't be concealed from the Dragon Lance Dynasty, they may have already started to act now, and they will gather a large number of troops to deal with you and me at any time." ”

"And what about you? What have you done in the past few months, apart from somewhere to get a VIP token from the Adventurers' Guild and a large cart of dry food, drinking water, and field supplies? Do you think you're back to your hometown for a hike or to visit family?" Roland's tone hardened.

"Your arrival means war to the Dragonlance Dynasty, and this is not a game played by children. ”

In Roland's eyes, Constantine did not realize the seriousness of the matter at all, and as a servant knight who had signed a soul contract with this descendant of Elliott, he felt the need to remind this master.

Constantine smiled, did not respond immediately, and continued to carve the wooden staff in his hand with his sword.

After all the patterns on the staff were engraved, he took out the sky-blue crystal pendant from his pocket and fixed the blue crystal to the top of the wooden staff, using a small spell in the process.

Eventually, a serious crystal staff was born.

Constantine shook his staff, examining the results of his days, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

He looked at Roland in front of him with an angry look, but his expression was very calm, "Do you know where the name Dean came from?"

Roland shook his head.

"This is the name of the youngest son of the village chief who I taught archery for half a year in the small village of Caroli. ”

Constantine said softly, "Then the whole family died, and as for why, I think you should know it very well by now." ”

Roland nodded, the Battle of Mises Village in the Duchy of Carolina was one of the most thrilling wars on the mainland in the past ten years, and it was also the battle for the fame of His Royal Highness Constantine, the former bounty hunter "Morning Star".

The entire continent now knew about the battle, and it was certainly impossible for Roland, who had studied at the Palatine Academy, not to hear about it.

"In that war, more than 600 dragon lancers died under my sword. ”

Constantine snapped his fingers, "I found this number from within the guild later, and as you may know, the Hunters' Guild has someone who is responsible for collecting and counting this data, similar to the military department of the Holy Empire. ”

When he said these words, Constantine's face was very calm, and his tone was very gentle, as if he was telling an old story that had nothing to do with him.

But it was this calmness that made Roland feel extremely palpitating.

Roland knows very well that although his current strength is still above Constantine, when it comes to killing, the paladin has probably killed less than one-tenth of Constantine in his life.

He ended more than 600 lives with his own hands, and he can still talk about it without changing his face in the future, this kind of cold and indifferent heart makes Roland, who is a powerhouse in the Holy Domain, ask himself how far inferior he is.

That's more than 600 living people, not 600 sheep.

This was the most terrible thing about Constantine that he felt.

"I mention this name to tell you that I have never been, and never will forget, what kind of people I am up against. ”

Constantine said, "I have personally faced the armies of the dragon lance and fought against them, so I know them better than you do, and don't worry that I will underestimate the difficulty of recovering the country." ”

"I know very well that my enemy is a violent and greedy dragon, and in order to deal with such a dragon, I need to endure it all the time and accumulate enough strength until that day. ”

"What kind of day?"

"Wait until the moment when the dragon is old, tired, seriously injured, and shows its flaws. "Or, wait until the day when we ourselves become dragons, and then tore it to the ground with a force more ferocious and violent than it, and tear its wings to pieces, and destroy its body." ”

Roland stared carefully into Constantine's eyes, and this time, he clearly felt the firm determination and ruthless murderous intent hidden under the young man's indifferent tone.

After a long time, Roland suddenly smiled bitterly, "I now begin to wonder if I have signed a soul contract with a humanoid abyssal archdemon. ”

"The moment I came out of the abyss when I was very young, I had a similar feeling. Constantine said, "But it was not I who said the last sentence, but a friend of mine, whose name is Siegfried. ”

"People who can be your friends don't seem to be kind people. Roland Road.

Her Highness would not have agreed to this. Constantine smiled. "Of course, the demons in the abyss who died at her hands may agree with you. ”

......

The convoy traveled across the vast plains of Azeria, and as the convoy deepened, the autumn winds blowing from the distant north became cooler and cooler.

Freya and Natasha walked at the front of the line, exchanging ideas with each other.

"It will probably take another day or so before we can reach Fengxue Town, and then your mission will be over, sister. The girl said in a relaxed tone, "When the time comes, I invite you all to go to the tavern in the town for a drink." ”

"Thank you, Sister Freya. After a few days of getting along, Natasha and Freya have become quite familiar with each other, and their names have become much closer.

"By the way, where is Mr. Dean, who is from the Duchy of France, going, he says he seems to be going to see a friend. ”

Natasha hesitated for a moment, "That VIP didn't say it explicitly, he just told them to let their carriage follow, maybe when you get to Maple Snow Town, they will leave on their own." ”

In the midst of small talk, the convoy had reached the middle of the Azeroya Plains.

From afar, on both sides of the plain avenue is a vast mountainous area, stretching in the embrace of the northern land, stretching into the endless distance, the mountain usually presents a dark green larch canopy, now dyed by autumn into a brilliant golden yellow, like a solidified oil painting.

At the foot of the tall mountains, the tranquil river flows and shatters the midday sunlight into mottled golden particles.

Walk through this mountain forest and further along the official road to reach the town of Maple Snow in Azero, and officially enter the territory of the former Duchy of Azerolia.

Thinking of returning to her hometown soon, Freya pursed her lips with an unconcealable excitement in her eyes.

Not only her, but all the members of the Chamber of Commerce behind her, from the steward to the guard, their expressions relaxed.

In the unknown rear, Constantine pushed open the window of the car and looked into the distance, the golden autumn forest looming between the gaps of dozens of carriages, and his expression was in a trance.

Twelve years.

Twelve years have passed since he left Winterfell, leaving his homeland and hiding his last name.

Although it was still a little far away, he could already smell a familiar smell, and the clear smell of the earth in the north in the wind made Constantine lose his mind for a moment.