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Hearing Remilia's words, Sakiya immediately stood up, not noticing that she had violated the etiquette of her master and servant: "Miss, you don't do this!"

"Why?" Remilia's eyelids stopped moving, keeping her squinting, "Sakiya, your movements." ”

"I'm sorry, I was rude, Miss. Sakuya immediately resumed his bowing movements, but gritted his silver teeth, "But let me say it: you also know very well what the side effects of activating this ability are, and now the Red Devil Pavilion can't afford to lose a strong leader temporarily." ”

"Of course I know," Remilia waved her left hand nonchalantly, while her right hand held her cheek, "at most I'll sleep for a few days in a row, and you can handle the usual things perfectly, Sakiya?"

"But I personally think you should"

"Enough!!" Remilia's voice suddenly rose an octave, "You have to remember who is the master!

Seeing the eldest lady's rare anger, Sakiya hurriedly knelt down on one knee: "I'm sorry, eldest miss." ”

Looking at Sakiya who was kneeling on the ground, and the tiredness on her face that could not be concealed, Remilia also lowered her voice with some chagrin and said: "My emotions are a little excited, forgive me but Sakiya, I have to see that guy's past, otherwise I will never feel at ease." ”

"Miss, those clips you saw" Sakuya bowed, her eyes could only see Remilia's feet, "Is it really worth your concern?

"That's true, but the 'half-dead' in your mouth is different. As soon as Remilia recalled those clips, her spirit was a little shocked, "Unlike the clips I've peeked at before, I can't figure out exactly which time period these clips happened at all, even Yakumo Murasaki, I can see all of her past clearly as long as I dare to overdraw my strength, but I can only see some blurry pictures." ”

"So you'd like to see some specific images?" Sakiya asked, looking up.

"That's right – if it's just a very specific piece of the past, I can do it. Remilia nodded slowly, "Sakiya, you go back and rest, the work of vigilance is enough for Red Misuzu and the fairy maid." ”

"Yes, Miss. Sakiya got up to leave, and was about to open the door when Remilia's voice came, "Sakiya, are you really sure you won't accept the gift of my blood? Patchy's magical longevity is almost at its limit—in a few years, your aging rate will return to its normal flow rate, and your life will still be as short as a human." ”

"Forgive me for disobeying, Miss, I can't be your dependent. Sakiya turned around and bowed slightly, "I wish I had been a human all along, that's the only thing I insisted." ”

"Then you will only have a few decades left to accompany me and everyone. Remilia looked directly at Sakuya, her face slightly nostalgic, "If you become my dependent, you can be with us forever." ”

"Because life is limited, I will cherish the time I spend with you and with you even more. Sakiya smiled faintly, "Because of the limited lifespan, I will make my life more brilliant in my lifetime." ”

"I don't know what you humans think," Remilia sighed, looking helpless, "I won't force you, but if you change your mind one day, I'll give you my blood at any time." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, Miss. Sakiya nodded, opened the door and left, "I hope you have the best of luck with the rest of the day." ”

After Sakiya had walked for a while, Remilia sat down in her seat and slowly closed her eyes.

Almost as she closed her eyes, a jumble of information began to pound into Remilia's mind. This sense of impact is no less than the soul being beaten like a sledgehammer, and while remilia mentally resists the baptism of massive information, she tries her best to complete all the information she needs as much as possible in the past she has chosen, and her closed eyes have begun to slowly bleed.

"What, this is—" I don't know how long it took, but as Remilia painstakingly presented a small piece of her past and was able to peek into it, her spirit instantly intensified her soul fluctuations, just like the screams of surprise from ordinary humans.

As Remilia uncontrollably and instinctively clutches her skull, which has been shocked by someone's past, a detailed message from the past recurs in the minds of the two people simultaneously-

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The continuous storms and rains in the space of several days made the already humid environment even worse, and the rugged paths and ubiquitous branches of the forest not only slowed the whole procession, but also stretched the whole team as long as a centipede.

The whole noble army formed by the Marquis of Jarvis of Fort Twin Bears was marching north along the winding path in the forest, and at the forefront of the ranks was a militia of conscripted serfs, the worst of whom were dressed in dirty linen clothes, and the best ones were in broken leather armor, some of whom were lucky enough to get their hands on spears and small round shields, and the vast majority were armed with various kinds of axes, sickles, hoes, shovels and other things that they usually use for their work, behind them, a group of sergeants in leather armor armed with fan shields and maces walk behind the recruited serfs, supervising and monitoring if anyone does not catch up with the group or wants to slip away, they are the trained soldiers of the nobility in the fort of Twin Bears, and in the center of the procession are the nobles led by the Marquis of Arvis, who are dressed in heavy chain mail and some plate armor accessories, and their robes and capes depict the coats and arms of their respective families, and each of them is followed by servants and attendants holding their master's family flag, after which the composition of the second half of the team is much more complicated: mercenaries, wandering knights, merchants, slave traders, ** mixed with vagabonds, in order to keep abreast of the current situation of these groups, the Marquis of Yalvis sent his other troops with some knights to accompany him, in case anything happened.

The wandering knights rode in groups of horses or with their own mercenaries and retinues, the mercenaries acted separately according to their own groups, and made loud and rude jokes with each other on the march, and the merchants, slave traders, and ** followed the ranks with their belongings in muffled voices or on foot or in horse-drawn carriages.

"Hey, Sir Ronald, what do you say is the matter with that old bastard of Jarvis? In the group of wandering knights at the back of the line, a crossbowman with short chestnut hair, a strange heavy crossbow on his back, and a light four-ring iron chain mail asked a knight riding a northland war horse next to him, "The road we came here before was much smoother than this, and the weather was good. ”

"The Marquis of Silly Pig of Jarvis learned from the herald that the reinforcements brought by his vassals had been ambushed by the Brell family, and that he was going to lead everyone to the rescue. Herman, holding the reins, snorted, and then fell silent.

"Huh, then why did you still take us to accept the employment of this 'stupid pig marquise'?" the chestnut-haired short-haired crossbowman smiled, and his tone sounded a little slutty, "Isn't your usual style of acting cautious?"

In the face of the ridicule of his subordinates, Herman's expression remained unchanged as if he was dead: "Because the Marquis of Jarvis of Twin Bear Castle pays the highest commission." ”

"Well, Lord Ronald, you won. The chestnut-colored short-haired crossbowman was almost choked to death by his own adult's emotionless answer, and he reluctantly tapped the iron helmet on his head: "Lord Ronald, if you can smile, you can look kinder and more funny, so that our subordinates can also feel that it is easier for you to report something." ”

Can you get along more well with your subordinates?Herman thought for a moment, turned his head to his subordinates, twisted the muscles of his face as much as he could, and squeezed out a smile: "So?"

I have to say that Herman's motives are good, but the results are not good: when others smile, they can just bend the corners of their mouths, and some of them show some teeth slightly;

The chestnut-colored short-haired crossbowman saw the smile of his knight master, and subconsciously dodged to the side: "Uh, Lord Ronalde, don't laugh yet, if you don't laugh, you look more like a good person!"

"Whew!" Herman's barely smiling face immediately crumbled into his previous rigid face, and he snorted as he pressed the back of his sore helmet.

"Lord Ronalde, you can actually do it too"

"That's enough, Orling. Herman turned his head again, his blue eagle eyes staring at the crossbowman named Ou Ling, and said word by word, "You, very, annoying. ”

Before Ou Ling could say anything, another leather-armored longbowman with a purple-shirted wooden bow, short brown hair, and a beard pulled his companion aside: "Ou Ling, you can say a few words." ”

"It's not like the atmosphere along the way is too dreary, I just want Lord Ronald not to be too boring. Ou Ling looked indifferent, he twisted his neck to adjust the position of his chainmail bandana, "Dugol, don't you see, these days, my lord, he even stared at us when he was resting, and he didn't even say anything!"

"It's his question whether Lord Ronald likes to talk or not, what do you care so much about, and you are not a noble father or mother. Dugol breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Herman was not paying attention to the two of them but riding a horse, not knowing what he was thinking, and grabbed Ou Ling's neck and pressed it, "You can take care of your own mouth in the future—Lord Ronald, in addition to the gray marching horse he is riding, also has a black assault horse and a white baggage horse, isn't it?"

"That's right—the white baggage horse was used to pull our luggage, and Heloise's little girl was in charge of driving the carriage and not having to walk on foot, and the black assault horse was the strongest Northland horse I've ever seen, and now it was ridden by Ah Tie, and it looked like a donkey under the crotch of a normal man. Ou Ling glanced at Ah Tie who was riding the black assault horse behind Herman, and the picture was as awkward as an ordinary person riding a big dog, "Dugol, you said that the carriage is full of luggage, supplies and equipment, and you can only sit in one driver, why would Lord Ronald give the assault horse to Ah Tie's sturdy guy to ride? He is not afraid that the horse will be crushed!"

"Ah Tie, that big man is panicked, but it doesn't mean that he is a fool. Dugol looked at his old buddy helplessly, "At least Ah Tie knows very well that he doesn't want to make trouble or unhappy for Lord Ronald, and his personality at least won't worry Lord Ronalde, and you are the poorest of all the people, you kid is a bard with a crossbow mixed in with mercenaries! Lord Ronalde can let you ride a horse, that is a problem with your brain!"

Ou Ling was choked by Dugol's words, "It's still wrong to talk to me"

"You should take it easy these days, after all, the current war situation is a situation where there are dead people anytime and anywhere. Dugol touched the axe hanging from his waist, "Be careful, I have a hunch that these days will be the longest." ”

The leather boots under his feet were already full of mud, and with the rain falling from the sky, the whole team, whether it was a noble soldier or a civilian accompanying him, turned into wilted chickens fished out of the water. The complaints in the ranks were endless, and the company commanders in charge of the various sergeant companies could not control the front and back, and even the nobles and knights had a lot of curses in everyone's ears.

Luckily, just before noon, the damn storm finally stopped. However, the dense canopy of trees in the forest makes it impossible for much sunlight to reach people. But thanks to the faint sunlight, the irritating dampness in the air has diminished considerably.

"The air here is so humid that I feel like I can keep fish," Ou Ling grumbled, holding his sore left shoulder with his right hand, "I don't know how the Holy Romulodians survived in such a hellish place, I feel like I'm getting moldy after a few days." ”

Herman didn't say anything, just glanced at it lightly and then turned his head, busily finding a sunny place to dry his hood and cloak.

Having lived by the sea since he was a child, Herman has long been accustomed to the humid water vapor environment, and because there is no such sea smell in the air here, Herman is not used to it, but after such a long time of traveling, he has overcome a lot.

On the orders of the Marquis of Jarvis, the whole party began to camp in a makeshift clearing in the woods.