Godmother said: "After all, he is also my godson......"

The godmother said again: "After all, the godson is not a parent, since you want to find Xiao Lei, but you have a new godson, even if you find it, what will Xiao Lei think, how do you let him accept it?"

Godmother was speechless. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After a moment, she said slowly, "You let me think about it, and I'll find a way to do both." ”

The other voice seemed to be about to say something, and suddenly shut up, and I immediately sensed that the atmosphere was not right, and immediately closed my eyes and pretended to sleep.

Godmother stood up slowly, her eyes were cold, and she swept over me like a knife, and then, staying in the darkness in the distance, said coldly: "Come out!"

The grass in the mountain plains is not very tall and rustles in the night wind.

"Sure enough, it's a night show. "There was a familiar voice in the darkness, so familiar that I almost blurted it out, but I just couldn't pronounce it, the name kept wandering in my head, but I just couldn't figure out who it was.

The godmother's voice was obviously a little nervous, even a little trembling, and she said, "It's you?"

Suddenly, I heard a fierce wind, and I fell asleep.

When I awoke, I found myself alone in a strange meadow, with no edge in sight in all directions, not at all the scene where I had stayed yesterday, and I looked around, and there was not a single horse, but the rations were still there, and there was a trace of blood on the grass, and a white veil with blood on it. My heart jumped violently, could it be that the familiar mysterious man killed my godmother yesterday? I picked up the veil and wrote crookedly on it, "I'm fine, wait for me in Uxhall." ”

My heart is a little more settled, and I can still leave a note saying that my godmother should be fine. I picked up the note, stood up with my bag on my back, and suddenly I found an important problem, and no one could tell me, where am I now?

I packed my bags and sat on the grass for a while, and found that it was morning, and there had been no people around, and there must have been some distance from the settlement, so I estimated the distance of my godmother's steps overnight, and guessed that it would not exceed a hundred miles of Azgod. It can't be east or southeast, because it's a mountainous area, and it shouldn't be north, and I still have the impression of the road from the north, and there is no such wide grassland. It is impossible to go south, at least more than a hundred miles south of the mountain grassland, to reach Biglen, from there to the south, is the endless south of the central pasture of the Swadia Empire, then the only possibility is from the village of Azgod to the northwest to the southwest within the range of 90 degrees, this is the northern end of the central ranch of the Swadia Empire, and most of the horses of the Knights of the Swadia Empire are supplied from here. This sprawling central pasture runs north-south, in the shape of a slender peanut, with a large pasture at the northern end, with only one settlement in the village of Talbolia, where the people are full-time grooms who take care of the horses for King Harlaus. Less than ten miles north of the village of Talbolia is the Harengosburg, which is garrisoned by one of the most elite Knights of the Swadia Empire, guarding the ranch, and killing anyone who enters the ranch unless they are grooms. The northern end of the ranch ends at Biglen, and from Biglen Uxhall belongs to the existence of a half-ranch, half-hunting ground, and half-cavalry training ground, there are many villages here, and the prohibition on ordinary civilians is not so strict. If I'm in the North End Ranch right now, it's not bad, and maybe a team of knights will come out and kill me with a hand.

I decided at once to go south, desperately to the south, as soon as I set foot on the land at the southern end of the pasture, then the most I could do was a fine, and as for how the fine was to be paid, it would be a matter of one step at a time.

I packed my bags, lifted my feet and walked to the south, walked all morning, at noon, surrounded by an endless grassland, I suddenly had the feeling of falling into the sea, fortunately the sun has been hanging overhead, there is no risk of getting lost.

Shortly after the afternoon, I saw a wisp of smoke below the horizon, a few fence walls, and a few stone houses. By this time I had probably walked more than a dozen miles.

My heart was cold, I saw the settlement in the northern end of the pasture, isn't that the village of Talboria, I walked more than ten miles to see the village of Talboria, and the place where I started is next door to the station of the Knights of the Guards, and my godmother will really choose a place for me.

I hurried a few steps to catch up, and suddenly I felt that something was wrong, the settlement in front of me was Talboria, yes, but I didn't see a few grooms, and the smoke coming out of it was right, but I always felt a little scary. I hurried a few steps forward, and I heard that the people of Talboria Village are very kind, and they will help to hide the travelers who trade into the grassland, otherwise they will be caught by the Knights of the Guards, and it will be a human life.

As soon as I arrived less than two miles from the entrance of Talbolia, I felt that there was definitely something wrong, it was two or three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun had turned significantly wester, and there was more and more smoke in the village, so it made no sense that the whole village was still eating at the same time. Moreover, there were many gaps in the fence wall at the entrance of the village, which could not have been so embarrassing for a village that often had to receive the Knights of the Guards, or even King Haraus's personal drive.

Besides, who are those two men in gray cloaks at the door?

Wait, Ash Cloak?

Then I saw five unarmoured black horses galloping out from the other direction, and at once five knights in tungsten steel chain mail, armed with mounted spears, carrying kite-shaped shields on their backs, and blunt-tipped knives at their waists, swept towards me like a gust of wind.

My startled brain only lasted for a fraction of a second of a short circuit, and immediately pulled out a black cover with a flaming book drawn on it from my bosom. I have always kept this book close to me, even in Zenda, and it has not been found in the Eastern Retreat Valley, and now I hold it up high, and I raise my centurion rank armband, and yelled at the knight with the sharp sword in front of me: "Don't get excited, my own people!"

The murderous aura that the knight had brought with him when he saw the book immediately turned into a warm spring breeze, and the mounted spear that had been flat was also erected, and the horse came into contact with the sprinting state, and slowly trotted over. One of the knights in front of him had an armband on his arm, a side of the bar, and two thin bars standing vertically, indicating his rank as a captain. The Wu Commander asked from afar, "Which part are you?"

I immediately said, "Mountain squadron, under the command of the Edgar!

The knight in front smiled: "It turned out to be the centurion under General Edgar, you haven't been back for a long time, and now the mountain squadron is gone." ”

I was stunned and said, "What do you mean?"

The knight smiled: "The mountain squadron has been withdrawn, merged into the Seventh Legion, and expanded into the Fourteenth Brigade. General Edgar was no longer a squadron leader and was promoted to the rank of captain of the 14th Brigade. ”

This is not a simple number adjustment, which shows that the mountain people have lost their independent right to form an army, and as for the expanded 14th Brigade, it is absolutely impossible for it to be completely composed of mountain people. The last time I saw Edgar, there weren't even three squads in the mountain training ground, and now it's expanded into a brigade, and how much sand will be mixed into it, the strength of the mountain people will be diluted to a pitiful level. As for Edgar's promotion from squadron leader to group captain, nominally he was promoted, but in fact he was not elevated?

I don't know why, but I smelled the smell of Mebius from it, and I subconsciously thought that he probably came up with this trick and put it into practice.

While I was thinking, I chatted with the knights one after another, and learned that they were scouts of the 15th Brigade of the Eighth Legion, and now in the village of Talbolia, they were the vanguard of the two squads, and the whole team of the 15th Brigade was still behind, and they would arrive one after another in the next two days. I wondered if there was a whole brigade of 4,500 men, and with such a large movement of men, could the defenders of Harongosburg, ten miles away, not react at all? ”

As for what could be done, he didn't tell me.

While chatting, he walked to the entrance of the village of Talbolia, and the knight said to the two horizontal and vertical sentry posts standing guard at the door, "This commander is a centurion under the command of the Edgar of the Fourteenth Squadron. When he had finished speaking, he saluted me, turned and ran away.

The two sentinels were obviously in awe of me, one nodded and led the way for me, and introduced that now stationed in Talbolia are the two squad leaders Vicente and Mangna, Vicente used to be a junior cavalry officer in the Swadia Empire, after joining the Dark Order, because of his outstanding cavalry command talent, he served as the squad leader, and this time he came out, leading all the cavalry of the two squads for a total of 200 people, and Mangna was a pirate leader, commanding the remaining 400 infantry and archers of the two squads. As I spoke, I approached the central square of Talboria Village, and was greeted by a two-story stake stake, on which seven or eight charred figures were tied, and the firewood below was still crackling, and along the stake lay lay a row of women in tattered clothes, all in their early twenties, in good shape, but their faces were covered with blood and tears, and their godless eyes stared blankly at the burning charred figures on the stake, and their mouths were crying and wailing like wounded beasts. On them, some gray cloaks glowed red, grabbing their hair, undulating excitedly, and sighing merrily.

This scene was like a heavy punch, and I staggered a few steps, and a man in a gray cloak and a Germanic helmet heard the voice, and when I turned around, I saw one of his one-eyed, bearded and tangled together, with a double-headed axe in his hand, looking at me coldly.

The sentry who brought me in whispered, "This is Lord Mangna!" while looking enviously at the gray cloak below!