"Harlem ......," Lovien whispered, "she's a member of the Elven 'Ascetics'?"

Masterma leaned on his shoulder and said lazily: "Harlem became famous very early, she is a martial arts master who combines the martial arts of the elven race with the martial arts of humans, and many strong people in the human race are her disciples. But this elf has a strange personality, is devoted to martial arts, does not covet any glory at all, and even abandons many of the elves' own traditions. That's right, she is one of the 'ascetics' that the elves have been independent for a long time. Now this branch is almost non-existent, and after Eore disappeared overnight with Mercedes, the elves lost their leadership, and the sparsely numbered ascetics lost their faith and gradually declined. ”

Lovian nodded, indeed, this elf who barely cared what he was wearing was indeed very weird. The armor of the previous elven king Mercedes can be called gorgeous.

While Loveian and Masterma were chatting without a word, Harlem and Xuemo and Dingkan, who were following them, suddenly got out of the carriage and walked straight towards them.

"I heard that you are going to the Holy Land. Her tone was more like a fact.

Lovian nodded, and Mastema calmly appeared in the image of a cat.

Then Haring reached out and pulled out the snow foam that was staring at the big citrine eyes.

"Will you grant a wish of your kindred?" asked Haring condescendingly.

Lovian was stunned for a moment, and motioned for Harlem to continue.

"I'm an elf, and it's natural to train this girl in an elven way—it's not natural. You're the most unique demon I've ever seen. The purple blood from my ancestors has not dried up in my veins, and I see fire in your eyes. You will be a demon with a future different from that of mortals. Haring said indifferently.

Lovian snorted, "I really don't quite understand what you mean. Lord Haring. ”

Haring's face didn't change, and Snow Mo tried to break free of her hand, but in vain.

"I hope Xuemo can be a witness to your future. ”

Luo Wei'an raised his eyebrows, letting Xue Mo follow him from now on? Concealing his identity as a demon had already made him careful everywhere, not to mention a child who was just over twenty years old and a few years old. After all, although the current human impression of the demon race is not as hostile as it once was, it is a kind of contempt that makes him feel sad even more.

"Would you like to, Miss Xuemo?" Lovian rescued Xuemo and didn't want to take her with him. Since she grew up in the elves, wouldn't it be nice to let her continue to live in the elven race?

"I would love to, uncle!"

Lovian barely lost his breath. I was less than forty five hundred years ago. After sleeping for 500 years, I even became a lot younger by mistake.

"Am I that old?" Lovian even touched his face to see if he had a beard.

Haring smiled slightly, but did not answer.

Xue Mo looked expectantly at the first real demon (albeit a half-blood) he had seen in his life, and Lovian was furious by this look, and he would rather face Ferrett again.

"Then I'll take you as a default. Haring smiled. "Be a good father. ”

Luo Wei'an was in the head again. He hurriedly stood up from the root of the tree, "What, what...... Sir Haring, I heard you right? Let me do—Father?"

Haring was about to turn around and sighed softly: "Then what role do you want Xuemo to do by your side? ”

Lovian felt like he was about to vomit blood. Mastma looked at Luo Weian with a strange gaze, and said lightly with a spiritual contract: "What are you fuss about, if you don't fly around the battlefield all day, I estimate that you have several children!

Xuemo's innocent appearance is exactly the same as that of a child of this age.

"Huh. Sir Haring, Xuemo is twenty-two years old, isn't she? I'm not even forty this year! Could it be that I have a child at seventeen or eighteen? That's just ...... Bad morals!"

Haring glanced at Lovian with a strange expression. "I really don't know which branch of the demon clan you are. Now in the demon clan in the Minar Forest, it is a day to live, and it is not too abnormal to have a child at the age of seventeen or eighteen. ”

Luo Wei'an thought hard, the current demon race is so pitiful, and there is indeed a good reason for giving birth early - the key is that he is not the demon race of this era......

He thought wildly, and Mastma grabbed him by the collar and giggled as he listened to his thoughts, leaving Snowfoam and Dingkan standing behind her with a respectful face.

Soon the surroundings were quiet, the members of the Knights of Merlan were wiping their spears and swords beside the distant stables, Gigmont and Bell were talking to Harlem, and Francis was wandering around the far town. All that was left in the meadow of this grove was a half-blood demon, a cat, a pure-blood demon, and a dwarf.

"Ahem. Finally, when Lovian found himself about to faint, he stopped thinking, "Those elven elders raised you, don't you have any nostalgia?"

Xue Mo didn't answer directly, he reached out and snapped his fingers, and Ding Kan behind him immediately laboriously took out a mossy stone from his backpack and let Xue Mo sit on it.

"He's my squire. Xue Mo replied in a high-pitched childish voice, "I don't know anything that the elves' uncles and aunts taught me. "If you can't learn something, they hate me." ”

Luo Wei'an was relieved, the martial arts of the elves are indeed unique, and few people in humans can understand them, let alone the demons who are more different from the elves. And this ascetic elf village is living a life of ascetic cultivation, and the accumulation of strength is an important part of their life, and if Xuemo's strength cannot be improved, it will naturally be ridiculed and blinded by the elf clan. It seems that Harlem is still the best of them all.

"What about you?" he asked, the dwarven boy, who was a little thin and overly urbane by dwarven standards, and looked older than he was.

"My tribe was defeated, and I was sold to this place by humans. Ding Kan said nonchalantly. "We Kachu people admire the strong the most, brother, you are too fierce, there must be good soup to drink with you!"

Xuemo glanced at Ding Kan. Then he said to Lovian very formally, "I haven't seen a human city yet!

Lowe felt dizzy for a while, what happened to a child at this age?

A day later, Saraus sent them twenty miles away from the city.

Gigmund promised Marquis Grant that he wouldn't trouble them, and looking at the cold light in Gigmont's eyes, Saraeus immediately understood. With great gratitude, he first exhausted all the specialties of the distant city and feasted them, and then routinely stayed in San, and finally sent them out into twenty miles. To express how honored it was to visit the guests of Edelstein.

Lovian and Mastma on his shoulders sat on the roof of the carriage, and in the middle of the carriage, Snowfoam and Francis were eyeing each other wide-eyed.

"You're my teacher's daughter?"

"That's right!"

"Biological?"

“...... No. ”

"Whew...... This dwarf is—"

"He's my slave!"

“......”

Watch the dark shadows of the distant city and the caravan that had just parted ways with them disappear into the shadows of the mountains. Mastma, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"Did you say I introduced myself to Xuemo?"

Lovian lay on the roof of the car, looking at the knights of the Knights of Merlan who were marching, "Then you are her adoptive mother, aren't you?"

He looked as usual. In fact, I was already nervous inside.

Mastma couldn't feel his thoughts. A stone that had been hanging for more than five hundred years fell a little in her heart, and she patted Luo Wei'an on the shoulder with her little paws: "Let's talk about it when I recover!"

Lovian, who had not received an obvious reply, still had trouble calming down his unprecedented nervousness. Mastma laughed and jumped onto his chest, forming a warm blue ball.

At night, Lovian fell asleep on the roof of the car, and Mastema lay on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

In the middle of the night, Francis, who was struggling to huddle in a carriage with Snow Foam Dingkan, quietly opened his eyes and circulated through the dark essence network in his body that was gradually taking shape. He jumped out of the car with a light touch, like a black shadow.

A metal badge appeared in his hand. A black flame ignited, melting it and dripping onto the nameless land.

Francis faced north, muttered a name, the corners of his mouth curled in a bitter arc, and then pulled back into the carriage. Luo Wei'an's spirit watched the qiē silently, and then nodded.

Knight is also one of the warriors among humans, and one of the most respected professions.

In the history of the Osilian continent, war and peace have always alternated. And whether it is dominating the world in troubled times or self-reliance, we cannot do without force.

Of course, magicians are a profession beyond the mundane, and their mysterious and unpredictable powers are naturally enviable, but the eccentric and withdrawn personality that goes with the mystery makes it difficult for a nobleman or even a nation to fully mobilize their power. They act according to their own preferences and do not care about the big picture in the eyes of one power.

And what can really be completely trusted is the knightly community that adheres to the spirit of chivalry.

Loyalty, bravery, dedication, sacrifice, perseverance...... Almost a positive word recognized by the Osirian race can describe a knight who truly adheres to the glory of knighthood. As a knight, they have strong strength and more resolute faith. Driven by faith, they can go to the soup and fire, and they can still charge bravely towards the abyss.

War is the flame that forges chivalry.

Having lost the faith and courage of the avant-garde war five hundred years ago, and bewitched by the narrow thinking and profit-oriented spirit of the human aristocracy on all sides, the knight group is like a giant tree that once stood majestically, although it is still vigorous and upright, but its heart has decayed. Once such an aristocratic group adhering to the strongest spirit of mankind, it has gradually degenerated into a cancer that is now corroding human society. Although some of the noble knights with a long history still have the strong blood of their ancestors in their veins, their allegiance has shifted from the human race to their own interests.

The Knights of the Black Tulip is one such example. His history dates back to the time when Lovien was born, one of the most formidable armed forces under the command of the Human Lords. Five hundred years later, the Black Tulip Knights had become a vassal of the Marquis of Grant. became a private force for them, and the dignity and glory of the past no longer existed.

But this world is not completely peaceful, and there is always friction between the three major powers of Osiria. And the friction between the Osilian Empire led by the Holy Emperor and the Freak Holy Cult derived from the Earth Temple was the most intense. Although the Grivar Empire is weak, but the other two forces are constantly confronting each other, coupled with the natural dangers of the Central Mountain Range, Grivar has always been able to successfully defend himself in large and small wars.

And the top ten knights in the world are the most important bargaining chips for countries to deter other countries.

Xue Mo sat peacefully on the chair of the carriage, wearing an elf-style embroidered skirt, looking like a girl by the sea in the countryside. Long dark blue hair. A pair of furry ears all embody the characteristics of the standard Blood Moon girl in Lovian's memory.

Francis sat down next to Snow Foam with her short hair combed and some uneasy. Holding a doll that once loaded his memories. A glittering silk thread connects the doll to his fingers.

Luo Wei'an coughed, why is this girl so interested in fighting-

"Don't think about it in front of me. The former deputy commander of the Demon Legion lay on the shoulder of the legion commander and passed a sentence.

"Edelstan is nominally the twenty-ninth province of the Osilian Empire," Lovian said, recalling what he had read in the book the other day, "but the province of Edelstan, which owns the Ninth Knights of the Ninth Order of Meran, is hardly subject to any orders from the Holy Land. This has something to do with a failed military aid to Edelstein by the Holy Land ten years ago......

"As for the Black Tulip Knights who just kidnapped Snow Foam. It is ranked tenth in the Knights' Ranking, below the Knights of Melan. It is not because the Black Tulip Knights are weak in combat, but because they are loyal to the insatiable Marquis Grant, who has been repeatedly criticized by public opinion, and has fallen from the seventh to the tenth place.

"Hmm, first place, of course, that's the Holy Emperor Shinas - Swan Knights led by the Holy Emperor himself. For thousands of years, the Holy Emperor Knights had been the First Order of Osiria, a position that has never changed. The second and third have always been moving between the Earth Knights of the Holy Cult and the Holy Knights of Grivar. Naturally, the armed forces cultivated by the state far exceeded those of any aristocratic private army. Luo Wei'an said in his mouth, in fact, except for the Earth Knights and the Holy Emperor Moon God Knights back then, he didn't care about the other human armed forces. It's different from the demons. Although the human army is numerous, there are very few soldiers who are willing to fight to the death. When the Blood Moon Legion and the Earth Knights collided. Half of the strikers were killed, and the charge would still continue. And with a quarter of the human casualties, morale has almost dropped to freezing point.

Then Luo Wei An instructed Francis to continue his cultivation, and as for Xue Mo, Luo Wei Yan didn't seem to have anything outstanding except that she found that she was talented in mental power (not as good as Francis's pervert). But after all, he was pressed down by the big hat of an adoptive father, and he couldn't let Xue Mo waste his talent. As for Xuemo's follower Ban Dingkan, Mastma's Jian yì brought him to the market, and it is estimated that there will be a surprise.

Stepping out of the carriage, he came to the deck of a sailing ship leading to Victoria Island in the middle of the Inland Sea.

The sea breeze is blowing, and the sun is shining. It's a perfect holiday weather, with the azure sea level reflecting the soft golden rays of spring and summer. At the end of the western sea, there is already a faint glimmer of darkness, that is, Victoria Island, the province of Victoria, where the capital of the Osilian Empire is located, and the headquarters of the major knights, magic guilds, hereditary nobles and large consortia.

A few hours later, the ship docked at Pearl Harbour in Victoria.

As the name suggests, the harbour is a jewel dotted with green Victoria Island. Cool chalk and pure white marble are the materials used in the construction here. The pure white color and the coconut trees create a unique romantic atmosphere in Pearl Port. The blue calm sea, the white fine sand, the snowflake-like soft houses, the noisy and good atmosphere of the street crowd on the shore, the sonorous and powerful horn of the dock workers, the shouting of the bearer on his back, and the pipe on the mouth of the roadside carriage driver, all reflect the bright, comfortable, romantic and warm living atmosphere.

Francis looked at this with some nostalgia, just half a year ago, he took advantage of his family's absence to accept a few Black Wing missions, but unexpectedly ran into a few guys who were much stronger than him, and destroyed all his most precious battle dolls. This discouraged him. He was not compensated by the organization, and his repeated attempts to meet the owner of the Black Wing were not granted, much to Francis' heartbreak. Seems to have lost its own puppet. Her own worth became worthless in her heart...... Thinking of this, Francis's nose soured, and he reached out and touched the dark pocket that once contained the black wings emblem, which was empty.

There are only two small words on the receipt of your resignation report, "Agree".

Francis recognized the owner of the beautiful little print, and though he didn't expect it to be her, and not Le Dean, the head-scratching guy who made him happy for a moment, but that was all there was to it. From now on, he is no longer a cadre of the Black Wings, and he may not see the figure in the dream with the long silver braid......

Come to think of it. This qiē overestimated his own strength, and rashly asked for the failure of this dangerous mission on Victoria Island - his own strength is still not strong enough. Although he had given up hope of seeing her again, he was vaguely convinced. If he could one day stand at the pinnacle of power, then the distance between himself and her might be a little closer—he knew what kind of character the lovely master of the Black Wings was.

To Francis's own surprise, the teacher introduced to him by the rebel group seemed to be a man who had a lot in common with the adult. For example, they both like to use some very old vocabulary and grammar, and they are very compassionate when looking at things. It's all lonely. There is no family - it seems that they are, perhaps, from the same era, the great human defense war five hundred years ago.

Snowfoam was bouncing around, and Lovian held his daughter's hand tightly so that she didn't get abducted by any of the traffickers. Under Lovian's orders, Xuemo had no choice but to wrap her ears in a woolen hat and use some dye to hide the shallow magic lines on her face. As for Lovian, who has human blood, after five hundred years of slumber. The demon pattern on his face would not be considered a demon by anyone except those who knew him very well. Having inherited his mother's human ear, he didn't have to use a woolen hat to disguise it.

But the trip doesn't end there. After a brief stop at Pearl Harbor for a few hours, they boarded the carriage that led to the Holy Land.

It was evident to Lovian that as they approached the sacred place where the legendary strongest of Osiria lived, the silence of the Knights of Merlan, who followed them, as they drew closer to the sacred place where the strongest of the legendary Osirians lived. With a glint of piety and fanaticism in their eyes, the silvery outline of the Holy Land gradually appeared before them as they traversed the large and small rich villages of the flat plains.

On the periphery of the vague city walls are a number of small cities attached to the Holy Land. The night before they officially entered the Holy Land, they went to rest in a small town called Edar on the outskirts of the Holy Land.

Perhaps due to the Coalition meeting, the previously peaceful and peaceful Eddar was unusually lively, with the crowd huddled in front of the not very spacious city gates, and the noise and angry shouting were incessant.

At the behest of Guigmont, Talco raised the provincial flag of Edelstan. It was also part of the Rebel flag, with a black and gold cog in the center of the flag.

The crowd fell silent as if a mute had been cast, and a few unfamiliar guys suddenly let out several ugly grumbling sounds as they watched the convoy of representatives of the Edelstan Province slowly moving towards the city as if no one was crowding through the crowd and heading straight for the city.

The people around him immediately slapped him to the ground.

"Are you crazy! They are Edelstein's people, they are all crazy people who kill people without blinking! The Holy Emperor and His Majesty don't pay attention to them, let alone you little fish and shrimp?" The people around him scolded loudly, and Luo Weian felt inexplicable when he heard it.

He stretched out his head and asked Francis, who was jogging with the dark horses of the Knights of Meran, "What is Edelstein's reputation?"

Francis sighed helplessly: "Without such means, how can we reconcile...... Take on the Black Wings. ”

On one of the busiest shopping streets in the middle of the city, they saw delegations from other provinces, all of whom were holding their flags in the square in front of the hotel. Talco slammed the flagpole in his hand into the ground, and the geared flag fluttering in the wind immediately attracted the attention of many people, but no one dared to approach the shadow under the flag. (To be continued......)