Macchico was stunned for a moment. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info surrounded by a breeze blowing from the dry, hot and dreary air, although the coolness disappeared at once, but there was always some cool feeling, which was what the people in it tried to grasp. Countless ordinary and indifferent images flashed back in Marchko's mind. He remembered that cold autumn night, where the stars were small but bright in the deep night sky, as if they were falling slowly at some illusory speed. They camped in the fields of Vecchia, the leaves around them had begun to turn yellow and wither, and they looked bleak and sad in the dim light. He looked at the night sky and suddenly remembered the inexplicable orphan years when he was a child. It wasn't until Leon's soft, but unmistakably majestic voice brought him back to his thoughts, that his comrades-in-arms seemed to have awoken up from a state of abruptness, just like him. Yes, the other day Rayon suddenly lifted his vows to Haraus and set off for Vicchia. No one knew what was going on, but his men and soldiers followed him to the bitter cold. They believed in him, but they were still a little disappointed, after all, they were all natives of Karad or Swadia. It's always uncomfortable to be away from home. And Leon finally began to speak, and they listened so patiently that the weary and shivering travelers on the endless snowy fields finally found a bonfire still burning vigorously. They did not speak, they were silent and quiet, as if they had eternal solemnity and solemnity, and listened to Leon. And Reon, in Macchico's memory, never spoke as he did that day, so emotional, so impulsive. He told them the legend of Lady Azona, the long history of the kingdom of Karad, and even the beginning of Augustus' friendship with Heroring. In fact, Macko had always been suspicious of these things, he never believed them from the bottom of his heart, in fact he had seen the eternal or long history of the peasants who worked tirelessly on the land, the so-called king's people who defended their homeland and family with rudimentary rakes, and the taciturn veterans who looked eternally tired and miserable with scars on their bodies, and now he was one of them. But he listened to Leon's words, but he didn't want to question them, so he could only become an escape. He listened to Leon talk about the justice of Asona, and in the deepest part of his heart he did not know himself, but he asked himself: why did Leon say this, to speak for a man who was not familiar to himself but only because of those illusory lofty but in fact empty history, legends, traditions, as if it were only because of these things? But he looked into Leon's eyes, but he hid them all. Alleyne was already clapping his hands, slapping his palms vigorously for the so-called aristocratic traditions, the so-called justice in his heart, as if he had to knock off the rough calloused scarred hands before he was willing. Macchico didn't understand this, he just looked at Reon and listened to his voice.

"He's a good guy. After a long silence, Feljans finally heard Marchko's voice, still so tired and hoarse. He stopped talking, and Baska was embarrassed by the situation, and rode silently behind, and there was silence again. It wasn't until Marchko announced his name aloud in front of the city gate that the rough and loud voice made Ferjans and Baska realize that in fact, the old uncle still had energy in his body, silently and unknowingly accumulated. The heavy gate slowly rose and creaked, as if it had traveled a hundred years to this place.

The hall was closed and hot and dead, as if it had no strength to anger after decades of accumulation. The seats and tables were covered with a thick layer of dust, and a lot of dust was slowly wafting in the air, and there was a lazy posture in the bright sunlight. Alleyne ordered the soldiers to open the windows for ventilation, disgusted by the dreary and suffocating environment. But he was too lazy to let the soldiers wipe the dust again, and make the hall clean and bright again, and his long military career made him not care about this, he took off his heavy armor, and the attendants had already brought a basin of cold water, and he ordered them all to go out. He wrung the towel and his mind was still stuck in his memories. He felt a chill on his face, which made him feel relaxed, and he sank into his seat, remembering Woo Muta, that Leon's best friend, but he didn't know when they became such good friends, just as he didn't know how Greinward, Falsefer, and Dale William became Leon's friends. At this moment his thoughts became clear, and he remembered that they had set off on the night that Rayon had enlisted Lady Esona in the army, and his first impression of Madame Esona was so similar to Rayon: patient, sincere, resolute, and silent. They set out on that clear and cloudless night, and when they looked up, they could see in the distance the light of the sky pouring slightly, soft and vast, and the night dew around them reflected a crystal light. Their army was actually small in number, about 90 people marching on the vast land, small and lonely, but these young people knew that they were full of vitality. Aryn remembers that they had marched all night to Fort Dvalin, the castle that had finally been recaptured by the Kingdom of Swadia from Rhodok and stood silently and lonely on the edge of the cape, arguably the most difficult fortress of the Kingdom of Svadia to conquer. And now there are about 200 defenders in the castle, and with Leon's army of about 90 people, if they attack it, they will probably have to sleep under the city walls. Alleyne felt only more nervous than ever, his body was trembling, and he kept looking at Leon, but he didn't find a trace of worry in him. Reon still wiped his saber unhurriedly. Alleyne was overwhelmed by this power, as he had been so many times before. He looked at the "knights" in plate armor around him, they couldn't be called knights at all, according to Elleon, yes, most of them were civilians, they had lost their land, their families, everything they had lost in the war, and they were left with only their own will and body, and Rayon told them that this was what he really valued. He canonized them knights with his rituals, yes, a formal set of rituals familiar to Ellen, except that there was no land, no power, only the will of Rayon. Ellen couldn't accept this from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't say it, just as Marchko had listened to Leon's words in the light of night, and he felt that he understood Leon's will. The will that allowed him to be the enemy of the country in which he was born, to run tirelessly in an endless time, to abandon everything in favor of believing in a journey of uncertain fate. He remembered the unified kingdom that Rayon had mentioned, the order of tradition and glory above all else, the justice that had been imprinted in his mind since childhood, yes, Rayon could restore all this, and for all this, what could he do but sacrifice?

Alleyne wrung another towel and wiped his face vigorously, as if to calm himself down. The rest couldn't be clearer. In fact, it occurred to Alleyne later that Harlaus might have exiled Grayward for a reason, and that the reason might be the same as his exile of Reis. They were both so loyal and honour-oriented, so how could they not be loyal to Lady Asona when she did return? When the lord of Dvalinburg, the old benevolent and dignified knight, went out of the city alone at the request of Leon, the sun was blazing behind him, and he saw that Leon's expression was still stern, and the reproach was obvious, but he was obviously still patient, ready to hear what Leon had to say. In fact, Leon only said one word.

"Lady Asona is the only orthodox and legitimate ruler of the land. ”

Greyward was still silent, but his eyes were less stern, and a tired look appeared on his wrinkled old face, as if he had known and fought against Rayon for a long time. Finally, he spoke slowly.

"Where is she?"

So Mrs. Asona rode out of the crowd slowly, and the brilliant light of the setting sun poured down on her, making her graceful figure particularly moving. She took off her great helmet, and her face was clearly visible to the tired and surprised knight.

"Venerable Elder, loyal vassal, Greinward, I am back. ”

The old man quickly fell to his knees, and Asona told him to his feet. Then the army of ninety men, known as the Swadia rebels, had a castle of more than 200 men, assisted by a brave, loyal, and wise old man. The latter, in Rayon's view, is even more valuable.

Thinking of this, Aren seemed to feel the excitement of the moment, but the excitement quickly faded, and he quickly remembered that her respectable elder, loyal vassal, and the first Lord of Svadia, or Lord Kalade, had been exiled by her in Isona's sincere words. He touched his hot cheek and suddenly felt hopeless.

Then there was a heavy knock on the heavy door.

"My master, Mr. Macchico wants to see you. ”

Shock and surprise were evident on Aren's face in the bright sunlight. As his steady, powerful voice echoed through the hall, the heavy door opened, and a large amount of light poured in, illuminating the figure of the old and thin man he knew all too well in the doorway.

"Marchko. Alleyne rose from his seat, and then stood upright, as if the act of getting up had taken all his strength and needed time to slow down. His eyes widened, with a shock and surprise that had not yet subsided, and he stared at Marchko closely, and then his eyes gradually overflowed with joy, as if he had found another survivor in a ship that had sunk into the sea for many years, "It's really you." His voice trembled a little.

Macchico looked at him, calm and more tired, a situation that made him feel strange even to himself. In fact, when he saw Ellene, he realized that this was nothing more than a sign that his original search for nothing had been completely annihilated, confirming the emptiness of the passage of time over the years. He was tired and heavy, but he had no purpose. He seemed to have come to see Alleyne on instinct, as if this was his final mission and destination.