Just escaped from the Green Forest bandits. For me and my people, there is no greater trouble than life and death. His horse boy stepped forward to protect the merchant, and the curtain of the carriage was opened, and the four caravan guards with simple bandages and bloody faces looked at Hilburn with a sullen expression.

Hilburn laughed, and pulled the soldier who had fallen to the ground, drew the thin sword at his waist, and pointed it at the merchant, "Now, we have found a spy who wants to attack Lord Harlaus. ”

"Your Excellency......" the soldier's face turned pale, and he whispered, "This is nothing......

"Really?" Hilburn sliced his right palm with the blade of his sword, letting the blood drip to the ground, the smile on his face undiminished, "Now there is." Catch these spies for me!"

"Hilborn," the soldier shouted as he drew his sword as a cold voice rang out. "Looks like I didn't break your leg last time, so merciful. ”

Hilburn was furious, and he followed the prestige to see a mighty knight in delicate full-body plate armor and a Milanese helmet riding on a tall warhorse, and cast a displeased glance at him, and his face instantly turned white.

In the fortress city of Dehrim, hundreds of heavily armed warriors rushed to the front every day, and people were accustomed to knights in battle armor. However, this knight exudes a distinctive charm among the crowd and attracts everyone's attention.

"It's you...... Adult ......"

"If you dare to say my name, I promise your head will fall to the ground right now. The knight looked at him haughtily and rode away. His cloaked squire knight walked past Hillburn on a pack horse laden with weapons, and suddenly lifted his cloak and spat on the sergeant - Hillburn stood upright, not even having the courage to dodge.

Order at the gates was restored again. The old merchant took a deep breath and beckoned the horse boy to lead the carriage into the city, while Hilburn stood at the door as if he had lost his soul, and let the crowd of people crowd into the city in front of him.

"Are you sure he's coming?" the squire knight asked suddenly.

"Yes, I have positive news that the bloodline of Red Leaf Nosamu has come to Dehrim. ”

"Come here, son. My eyes are ruined. "Watch as the two mysterious knights disappear around the corner. The old merchant was disturbed by his inexplicable premonition, and he took out a crumpled letter sealed with fire paint in his bosom and handed it to Ma Tong. "Fortunately, I whipped you with a leather whip to force you to read and write, and now you can finally help old Odersken. Sue me, what's written on it?"

The boy opened the envelope, his eyes wide and he stammered as he spelled. Wen ...... Ghost...... Hotel. My son Bermond is waiting for you there. ”

In the northwest corner of the city, on a small two-story wooden building, hangs a sign blackened by the smoke: Rose Hotel. The cheerful sound of wine, the sound of sensational poetry and the busy green of the hotel maid mixed together, shaking people's ears to buzz.

"And so," the brown-cloaked bard put down his scroll and hummed in a slightly intoxicated voice, "the great warrior Bemond returned to Odin's arms, and the amorous Nosamu Momiji and the Bihov snow wolf left Calradia. Back to the land on the other side of the sea......"

The drunken drinkers booed in unison, and a few raised their middle fingers. Even the handmaidens dressed in stained waistbands gave the downcast poet a sympathetic look.

"Sure enough, it's a stinky, long, and boring story. Ared. No wonder we sang here for three days and didn't make a single one. Niza rolled her eyes, her big round eyes coveting the snow-white breasts of the beautiful lady at the next table, and a look of guidance and instruction on her face, "Don't you think it's time-consuming and laborious to make up a false Bihoff family? I think it would be better to write an essay "That Night 24 Years Ago" about the lingering love history of Oroya and Oldman. ”

"Then you might as well kill me. Aled lowered his cloak, revealing a young, handsome face, his beardless lips betraying his immaturity, and the contours of his pectoral muscles showed his health and strength. He snatched half of the smoked fish from the bowl in front of Niza and devoured it, babbling in his mouth, "I'll stress to you the fourteenth time, the Bikhovs are indeed the case, they were once one of the greatest lords of Nord. ”

"Phew!" said Niza, scoffing, "waiting to see what my brother does." ”

He jumped onto the table at once, his hands crossed on his waist, the soles of his feet rhythmically tapped on the tabletop, and his mouth shouted enthusiastically, "Come on, come on, listen to the most romantic knight legend on the continent of Kalade, the Red Leaf Knight of Paraven!"

The drinker burped and cast a bewildered, mocking glance at him, while the young man and girl, who had crept away from his house, raised his glass earnestly and looked at him eagerly and wistfully.

Niza's swarthy face burst into a charming smile, revealing a mouthful of white and neat teeth, and groaned: "

The knight of the autumn leaves jumped into the castle under the moon,

The lover in the black veil has been waiting for a long time,

He heard the girl's heart beat like a fawn

He saw the girl's neck like spring snow,

He saw the girl's eyes like the stars,

He tasted the girl's shyness like fine wine,

So he sang the most beautiful hymn,

Affectionately untie the girl's spring shirt. ”

Niza paused, closed her mouth and smiled at her audience.

Dozens of dinars smashed at Niza's feet with laughter, and a merry whistle rang out in the bar, and the shy maiden buried her head on the table with a scream, causing the barkeeper to laugh meaningfully. In the midst of the uproar, Ared shrugged his shoulders and whispered, "Vulgar, shameless, indecent, may Odin forgive him and praise Phileinhardt!"

"Hey, lad. With a hand on his shoulder, Ared turned around and saw the pretty lady at the next table looking at him with a smile, "I don't mind having a drink together." The uninvited lady wore a spiritual ponytail, her eyebrows were long and slightly mean, and there was a small black mole on her sexy lips.

Aled readily agreed. The lady, who identified herself as Mathilde, had a touching appearance and witty remarks, and had a great conversation with Ared. She looked twenty-five or sixteen, well-spoken, well-informed, whether it was the wolf plague in Kugit, the sandstorm in Salander, or the blizzard in Vekia. Especially when talking about Nord and the sea, her eyes shone with a warm light, and she almost incarnated into an amorous poetess, she suddenly talked about the anecdote of collecting shellfish with her sister on the beach of Tiha when she was a child, and suddenly talked about the tragedy of the Nord people's battle on the coast of Tiha, every sentence seemed to be careless, but it seemed to hide a sharp edge.

"Dear Madam, you know Nord inside out. And I, like the peasants in the most remote mountains of Rhodok, have never heard of the sea. "Compared to you, I'm just a wandering poet who makes up third-rate poems, and sometimes I can't even eat." ”

"Including the story of Momiji Nosamu and the Bihov Snow Wolf?" Mathilde laughed, "For the sake of the great Snow Wolf Bihov family, I toast you. I'm from Nord, and when I was very young, I heard my grandparents tell me the story of Bihov, a name that was taboo in the Nord generation - I wondered what was going on in between?"

Alade took a glass of wine and lowered his voice, "Actually, ......"

He didn't know it, and he was going to make up another stinky, long, and uninteresting story. The smiling Niza sat back at the table with a large handful of dinars in his hand, and approached Mathilde warmly, "Hi, my warm lady, I think you must know my Niza's name!"

Mathilde squinted at him and said, "Of course I do." ”

Niza put her hand on the woman's shoulder warmly and put on a vicissitudes of life, "Yes, you must have heard of Niza, a warrior from Agorlonburg—my white horse is like lightning that travels through the battlefields of Calradia, and my sword is like frost that scars my rude husbands will never forget. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm talking about a dog I used to have in Sagoth called Mud. Mathilde pushed his hand away and laughed, "The dog is as black as carbon, and when he sees a pretty girl, he runs up and barks, sometimes rhythmically, as if he were chanting poetry." ”

Someone burst out laughing, and Niza looked at Arred in exasperation, only to find that he was taking advantage of their chatting energy to concentrate on destroying the melons on Mathilde's plate—and he turned back to see a young man in a black turban and hill tribe costume holding a bowl and laughing.

The boy had a pair of large, bright black eyes, a healthy wheat-colored face, and well-defined facial features, which looked heroic. What is particularly striking is that next to his wine table, there is a huge two-handed sword.

"Little one, what are you laughing at?"

"The black dog...... Hahaha. The boy squirted another sip of wine, and the hotel guests burst into laughter.

"Very well, you laughed at me in public, and I decided to launch a duel with you. Ared, protect my beautiful lady, and give me a stick—I want young people to understand how dangerous it is to mock a samurai at will. ”

Mathilde handed over a bench and said sincerely, "I think this weapon is your handy." ”

A semicircle was created around the Great Sword Boy and Niza, and the excited drinkers kept cheering on the fire at the instigation of the boss. However, the boy looked at his great sword, and then at Niza, who was standing in front of him with a bench, and a look of embarrassment appeared on his face.

"I can't fight. ”

"Just apologize and I'll forgive you, little one. ”

"No, if my grandfather knew that I was beating people down, I would have to be spanked. ”

"Draw your sword!" Niza's nose almost crooked, "or I'm going to spank your ass right now!"

The boy suddenly became angry, and he stood up with his unedged sword, and accepted Niza's challenge. (To be continued......)