"Smack!" Frey, who was sitting at the table, tapped his palm, and the harpist immediately stopped playing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info"It's a pleasure to be with you today, cough ...... and former rivals celebrating great victories. Frey said. He squinted at the "special guest" and smiled slyly, meaningfully. "But before we have dinner, there are some things that have to be confirmed. ”

Miloka lowered her head and unconsciously tapped softly on the armrests of the high-backed chair with her hands. No one but Frey noticed that he was so nervous that sweat was slipping down his temples. But even if he was as perceptive as Frey, he couldn't see what was going on in his heart.

Was it right to attack Benson?Was Frey right?Am I right?Which side is right for Kodila, Aleister, Vernal, even Euan and Solana? Ever since the attack on Benson, Miloca had been plagued by these questions, and he had no intention of listening to what Frey was saying at the moment. The names that lingered in his mind seemed to belong to an upright hero, but the owner of each name had blood on his hands. They supported what they had done with seemingly irreproachable reasons, and despite the incompleteness of criticism from the "noble" who stood on the opposite side, they remained steadfast and finally had to settle the dispute by force. Miloka had naively thought that she would never be involved in such a complex vortex, but she did not expect to be unable to help herself so soon.

"Dear Blackbeard, Grey Shrike, and Frostvein brothers, I know that your relationship with the rebels is mercenary, not to fight the Empire. If you wish, I, as the Duke of Ice's End, hope to make a new pact with you on behalf of the Empire. Of course, the empire was not only richer than the tiny rebels, but also more generous than them. ”

Titch put down his glass and laughed heartily, beer foam still hanging from his braided beard. "My sailors fight only for gold coins and girls, and whoever gives more money will die for whomever they want. But I have to warn you, the commission for hiring us is not low. Titch said with an eyebrow, then picked up his glass and began to drink.

"It's the first time I've heard the Southerners call us Frostvein, and I'm not averse to dealing with you. Olawald chimed in, and Osfried nodded bitterly.

Cynthia was the only one of the special guests who remained silent, and when Frey symbolically coughed twice to remind her, she squeezed eight words out of her teeth in a dejected way—"I'll take my people home." ”

Frey, of course, didn't mind letting Cynthia and her party go back to the land of the Southerners, and in fact even if Cynthia survived the battle for Ice's End, Frey didn't care if she continued to serve the rebels, after all, "me and my people" were nothing more than a woman with two strokes, just two strokes, and seven short men who were not out of the climate.

"Willing to do as you wish, ma'am. -- I'm glad to have reached a consensus with you, but now I would like to say something else that is extremely important. Frey stood up excitedly and motioned for his attendant to fetch two swords. "There is an unknown soldier - this one close to me - who has done great service to the Empire since the beginning of the war, not only helping me escape from the dungeon, but also killing Benson Blackman, the champion of the last Snow Tournament, in a duel. To protect me, he gave his life in a pinch. The people of Snow Land will always be grateful to him and will remember the name 'Miloca'. ”