"Could it be Barn?" Maffeo realized how stupid he was when he said this, Marcos looked at him a little helplessly, and Root, who was interrupted from thinking, swept Maffeo with a cloudy expression. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"There's no way that's possible, Barn doesn't have the prestige to mobilize the entire Imperial fleet to protect him, he's just the head of a small Knights. Root said.

Marcos laughed, "Why did you think of Barn?"

"Have you forgotten? At that time, we worshiped the Four Sword Saints the most. ”

"We've all grown up, it's time to wake up from the heroic dream. Marcos smiled and shook his head.

Rutter didn't seem to hear the next conversation between the two, and he continued to frown and ponder. The nobles on the other side of the empire still know a lot of themselves, but none of the nobles who can clearly show the title in their minds can have so much power and prestige. If you continue to think about it, a feeling of uneasiness will intensify in your mind.

"Can you tell us more about the Oracle Legion, Captain Root?" Marcos interrupted Root's musings.

Rout came to his senses, and he poured in a sip of rum, unexpectedly not choking. He put down his glass heavily, crossed his fingers and said, "They belong to another revolutionary army other than us, and our purpose is actually the same, both to overthrow Heinrich's rule. We worked with them for a while, but because their style was not quite the same as ours, and we had a lot of differences on certain things, we went about our own activities. Their leader's name is Natalia Süle, and she is a female swordsman, and she is still very strong, but she is a little strange. But it can't be helped, as long as it's ......" Root, who was originally going on a tirade, suddenly stopped when he said this, his expression a little embarrassed.

"What's wrong?" said Maffeo.

Rout rubbed his face with his hands: "I guess it's better that you don't know about Natalia's past." ”

Marcos's sharp dark eyes stared at Root, "Does her past have anything to do with Fit?"

It was clear that Rout was surprised by Marcos's words, and he made a very childish gesture - licked his lips with his tongue: "I didn't expect you to know about this." ”

"I don't know, but from the way you've been keeping your mouth shut, it's definitely not a good thing. ”

Rout hesitated, and he crossed his fingers again. "Well, I'll tell you, I don't know if you know the story of this continent? about the Cave of Sorrow. ”

The two nodded in unison, they didn't even think that the question was meaningless, as a ghost swordsman, it was impossible to say that he didn't know the story of the Cave of Sorrow.

"I think you also know that the Four Swords Saint and the dark elf Luxie killed the Apostle Shylock at that time, and that the Bon mentioned above was a member of the Four Swordsmen. Attracted by the power of the powerful apostles, he returned to the empire to accept the knighthood, and at the behest of Emperor Heinrich, he began to conduct some kind of experiments with young children in order to gain that great power. The experiment was almost dehumanizing and at the same time devastating. Due to the instability of the device, the experiment ended in failure, and most of the researchers and subjects were wiped out in the explosion. But it wasn't all over yet, and in the experiment there was a surge of energy into the arms of some of the children. In order to draw out the power of the demons transferred from the children, the empire did not hesitate to let them fight powerful monsters in the arena. That's right, that's their past. Root's tone was heavy, just like the story he was telling.

The two of them looked at each other a little, it all sounded so unbelievable, even though they had grown up, as Maffeo said, the Four Sword Saints were the objects they once worshipped. They were stunned, could all this have happened? The once beautiful image cracked at this moment, Maffeo shook his head, and Marcos's face was a little ugly.

"I know it's hard for you to believe, but it's really a survivor's own account. Rout comforted.

"Could it be that Fett is really one of them?" Marcos's face became even more ugly, and although he knew that Fett had some kind of unknown past, it was far from so dark in his imagination.

Root nodded, "Including Vera and Natalia, the leader of the Legion of the Sacred Oracle. ”

Maffeo lowered his head, wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, and couldn't make any sound with his mouth open. Marcos poured the wine from the glass in one gulp, and Rout filled it for him at the right time.

Marcos rubbed his face to sort himself out, and then said, "I'm sorry for you to say this, I think it's better for us to talk about that nobleman." ”

Root smiled bitterly: "It's nothing, I think as long as you are willing to support us, then there are no secrets between us." ”

Maffeo tried to suppress his irritability, and he summoned up the best courage to take a sip of his rum. His face began to look a little distorted the moment the wine entered his mouth, and the reason for this was that he was not used to the taste, and he shook his head and said to himself, "Well, I like drinks." ”

"I wonder if that oracle knows about the situation, didn't that burly man tell you anything yesterday?" Marcos suddenly remembered the man from yesterday.

Root shook his head and said, "They won't reveal the slightest bit of information without Natalia's order, and even we are no exception to this." Because of our position, we don't want to do anything too much to them. ”

Marcos continued, "What about the two poor creatures on the deck?

The answer to him was still no, the two bundles of rice dumplings were almost beaten to human shape, but they still refused to give any information, thinking of this Marcos couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, it was difficult to deduce who came to the West Coast from the word noble.

In the midst of the lightning, an idea popped into Maffeo's mind, although he himself thought it was unlikely, but he didn't know why, he still decided to say it: "I remember that the emperor of the empire is called Heinrich, right, is it possible that it is a prince or a princess?"

Maffeo only felt that he was about to be ridiculed again, but the expected ridicule did not appear, and Root said with a high spirit: "If this is the case, if it makes sense, if it is the emperor's son, then this kind of protection measure of almost the highest level can be justified." Thinking of the actions of the Legion of the Oracles, they are looking for a great man in the Empire. ”

"Well done, you're such a lovely baby. Marcos teased Maffeo.

"Let me think about it, I remember that Heinrich had a daughter who was very fond of exploring unknown places, and was the most likely candidate for the throne. It's called...... Yes, Isabella!"

There was a knock on the door, and before Root could speak, the door was pushed open. "I hope my arrival won't cause you trouble, long time no see, Captain Root. ”

Rout's smile froze, "Na... Natalia!?"