May in Farensi is perhaps the most pleasant on the mainland, and the weather in Mastar is now a little too muggy. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe forests on the outskirts of Caiunescu are lush with the pleasant climate, and there are not many lone pedestrians on the roads during this time of year, but there are still wandering travelers.

Sent alone to the enemy capital, Atalanta cut her long hair short and tied it haphazardly; Dressed in men's clothes and carrying a four-pyun piano on his back, he looks like a young troubadour. She had walked about fifteen miles that morning, so she decided to take a break. It was easy to see the large boulders on the side of the road for passers-by to rest, and Atalanta sat down on a level level, took out a water bag, and took a few sips of water.

It was almost noon as it moved south. Atalanta began to think about lunch. At this moment, a group of people drove from the direction she came. Looking at the pomp, it must be which prince and nobleman came back from hunting, and it seems that there is still a lot of harvest. As she got closer, Atalanta recognized the woman who was walking ahead of her, Racoxiu Becky. Atalanta pulled up her hood, she didn't want to risk it.

Lacoxiu is having a good time with the other protagonist of the team, Canitez, and she certainly doesn't pay attention to a small passer-by on the side of the road. Through these few days of contact, her relationship with Crown Prince Hitaros has progressed day by day. Canitus, on the other hand, caught a sneak peek at the troubadour on the side of the road, perhaps as a hint of his sixth sense of beauty, and Canites gave a few words to his attendant.

"It's almost lunch time, and we still have plenty of prey, so let's treat everyone here."

"Counting yesterday's third meal on the picnic outside, I want to change the taste." Racoxiu complained.

"You can choose your choice for dinner today, so bear with me a little now." The prince said with a pleasant face.

"Well, I'm going to eat carp from Lake Nancival in the evening." The carp at this time of year is indeed the most delicious of the year.

"No problem."

The group then stopped to rest, and the accompanying chef immediately busied. An attendant appeared in front of Atalanta, who said in pure mainland dialect: "You are a troubadour, and our Highness would like to ask you to come and help in the fun." ”

This kind of invitation is actually coercive, and if you insist on refusing it, it will arouse unnecessary suspicion. After weighing it up for a while, Atalanta decided to take the risk of being in that trap to see what kind of person the crown prince of Hitarus really was. So he got up and followed his attendants.

Racosius and the prince sat on blankets spread on the flat ground, talking and waiting for lunch. It's a good idea to use troubadours to pass the time before a meal. Atalante saluted in the manner of an entertainer, unfastening his cloak and placing it under his buttocks. Her appearance naturally attracted admiration, "I have never seen such a handsome troubadour." ”

"Your Highness, of course you have to have a good skin to do what we do, otherwise how can you become the object of an ignorant girl's longing?" Atalanta replied wittily, lest her daughter be seen through by the veteran of the flowers in front of her.

"That's true, huh." Canites laughed.

"What story do you want to hear?"

The prince asked Rakoxiu, who didn't give a definite opinion, "Just pick up your best." ”

"Yes, Your Highness." Atalanta is confident in her singing voice, and Sigrani usually likes to pester her to sing. Seeing the pair in front of her, she decided to sing the part of the first encounter between the elf king and his princess in "Ode to Heroes".

Song of the Sun of Azurasti,

Wandering alone in the dark,

The starlight is the only light in the night,

That is a harbinger of the future of love.

The Song of the Stars of Mirushanava,

The diamond-like stars are her jewelry,

The nighthawk's song sings verses in her praise,

The wheel of fate is studded with the jewel of love.

…………

Atalanta's performance of this romantic poem is so brilliant that Racoxiu is completely immersed in the wonderful fantasy of the poem, and Atalanta's way of doing so is also appreciated by the prince, and when she finishes it, she is not only given a free lunch, but also an additional gold coin.

Atalanta then retired just in time to stay away from the playboy who was too dangerous for young women. Her main task was to meet with the seemingly mediocre Prime Minister of France.

(May 15, Rubata)

The peace meeting of the three eastern countries of the mainland took place in the "White House" of Parmis as planned, and Sigrani concealed the assassination, otherwise the Mastar mission would have jumped up a long time ago. And Mastar's chief diplomat, Viscount Bertrand, would not sit calmly opposite Sogrand. The representative of Iberia was Prince Ofrite, and of course his father could not have been assured that he had come alone, and his teacher, Berto Suarez, had naturally followed. Suarez was 34 years old, with a somewhat scruffy beard and brownish-yellow curls, and blue eyes that rolled actively.

Compared to the full seat opposite, the Farensi side is much more deserted. 2 to 8, Sogrend thought to himself; Ignoring the fact that she was the only woman in the room, Cenna spread out the paper and ink, and presented all the documents that were due to be handed over to Sogrande. Then they didn't look at each other, and waited leisurely for the meeting to begin.

The two sides first exchanged letters of intent for settlement, and Thorgrande frowned in surprise, the unreasonable asking price had already been expected by him. China also leaned in to take a few glances to determine if her estimate was correct.

"Aren't our terms too polite?" China asked in a low voice.

"Anyway, it's the meaning of the top, we just try not to give in."

A few minutes later, Viscount Bertrand spoke, and in his early forties, he could boast of being a veteran diplomat of Mastar. "Your Excellency, don't you think that the conditions of your country are a little whimsical?" He said in Mastar. The Viscount's actions were a covert attack, and he believed that Sogrend did not understand the Mastarian language.

Chyna was about to tell Saugland the translated sentence, but he did not think that he had replied in fluent Mastar, "I don't think so, I think that the conditions of your country do not show the sincerity they deserve." ”

The viscount was surprised for 5 seconds before the other party understood his words, and immediately countered with mean words: "Your country has kidnapped 11,000 soldiers of our country and demanded ransom from us, what is the difference between this kind of behavior and banditry?" ”

"Your Excellency the Viscount obviously did not figure out the ins and outs of the matter, and the 11,000 soldiers of your country accidentally got lost and arrived at the garrison of our army. We kindly arranged room and board and sent someone to escort us back home. During this period, the consumption of labor and catering was huge, and our country's financial resources were limited, so we had no choice but to ask your country to pay for the shortfall. It's weird, though. 11,000 generals lost hundreds of miles to the Franco-Iranian border, and your army's geographical knowledge is really not flattering. Thorgrande replied with a smile.

Bertrand did not expect that the other party was even better than himself in distorting the facts, so he could only sit down angrily. Suarez raised his eyebrows, but he secretly applauded. Ofriet couldn't sit still, and stood up and accused in Iberian: "Not only did your army invade our country, burning, killing and looting, but do you want our country to apologize?" ”

Chyna quickly translated it to Saugland, who immediately replied in Farensi: "I wonder who our army killed, whose house was burned, whose things were robbed?" ”

"You are the culprit of all this, killing Count Gonzalez and his 5,000 men, sacking his manor, and pretending to be confused here!" After listening to the secretary's translation, Ofrite jumped up in a hurry.

"Wow, there are so many people, may I ask what the Earl does, there are so many people under him?" Sogre asked questions in a pretended ignorance in the Continental Collogue.

"Nonsense, of course he's a commander." Ofrite immediately jumped into the trap, and Suarez could only shake his head and sigh.

Sogrend grabbed the handle and naturally wouldn't let go, "It turned out to be a general, then the so-called massacre of His Royal Highness the Prince is just a battle, the so-called robbery is just the victor packing up the spoils of war, arson is just a way to attack the enemy's stronghold, and the above are normal military operations." Let's talk about the invasion, by the way, didn't your country have 100,000 troops massed on the border this spring? How can I easily enter your country with only 30,000 people? Where did the 100,000 army go? Oh, there are 80,000 more corpses in our country, and that seems to have some connection. Can you give me a convincing explanation? ”

"I think most of you here are already getting lost in the constant switching of four languages. Why don't you adjourn the meeting for the time being, sober up your mind, and then discuss the overall situation? "Suarez picked up the mess in time to keep his side from being defeated.

This suggestion was adopted by the majority, and the meeting was brought to an end.

Sogrend and Cena packed their things, and they were the last two to leave the room. In the hallway, Ofrit was seen whining at Suarez; Viscount Bertrand walked angrily to the hotel area, apparently on his way to complain to Sigrani.

"I didn't expect that in addition to the sword, Lord Luce is also very good in language." Cenna opened her mouth to praise.

"Mademoiselle Lamfonte, you are a linguistic genius, and you are proficient in four languages in addition to your native language, which is amazing."

The two of Pharensi returned to their respective rooms in mutual praise. Sogrend opened the door, he was not interested in the proposals of Marstar and Iberia. Sogre lay down on the bed, intending to catch up on sleep, but unconsciously remembered the lively Princess Margaret. I don't know if he is not in the royal capital, whether anyone can control this little princess. He wondered if his letter had already been delivered to his family, and what his father would do with the extra estate. All this made him slowly fall asleep.

The afternoon session was a repetition of the morning, and nothing went wrong. Suarez had no intention of restraining their crown prince, and spent the afternoon admiring the beauty of the French secretary as a pastime. Bertrand seemed to be a lot more honest, but judging from the bruises on his forehead, he was also suppressing his emotions. Only Ofriet was undiminished, and he fought with Sogrend, who was repeatedly refuted to the point of incompleteness, and could only end up sitting back in his chair. Cena sat quietly, providing the Iberian translation in a timely manner, and it was not boring.

After the first day of the meeting, Sogrend and China met Sigrani in the aisle. All of a sudden, the Pharians understood the reason for the other party's abnormal behavior in the afternoon, and it turned out that Sigrani had been in the cubicle to observe the afternoon meeting. Then it's no wonder Bertrand is so honest; Ofrite was so anxious to express herself; Suarez also knew that his influence over the prince was limited.

"I seem to have forgotten my handkerchief in the conference room." Cenna found an unsavory excuse and walked away, leaving Sogrand and Sigrani alone.

"Are you getting better?"

"It's no big deal, thank you for coming to the rescue in time that day." Sigrani subconsciously covered her shoulders.

"Do you have any clue about the origin of the Assassins?" Thorgrande asked with some humility.

"I've roughly guessed that it's my stepmother. She is now pregnant, and if she gives birth to a child with golden eyes, she will have the right to inherit. Either way, my presence is a danger that will prevent the Rossi family from seizing power. ”

"There is not a royal coat of arms that is not stained with filthy blood and tears of resentment, and you must be careful of the palace struggle."

"Thank you for your advice. Your Excellency, have you considered what I said that day? Sigrani's seductive eyes were flashing pleadingly, begging Sogrand to give her the answer she wanted.

Sogrend understood her intentions, but could only say, "I should have given you a clear answer below." ”

Sigrani bowed her head in disappointment, "Am I really unable to make you fall in love with me?" Or do you already have a place to belong? ”

Sogrend was momentarily speechless, he didn't want to hurt the feelings of the clever princess, but he really couldn't handle it. Just as he was in a dilemma, Eugaris suddenly hugged Sogrend from behind, "Lord Luce, you have made the family wait for a long time. Where did they go last night, they are very lonely. He said he was going to drag him away.

"I've never seen such an uneducated woman, get out of him." Sigrani is confined to etiquette and her own image, and cannot do anything.

"Oh, Your Royal Highness the Princess, women like me were originally bought for men to serve them with their bodies. Is that right? Thorge~~. Eucaris smiled ostentatiously at Sigrani, "I'm afraid you don't have that chance. ”

"You ......," Sigrani didn't say, but he used his nickname before I did.

Moments before the fuse was detonated, ice water was poured on it. "Miss Eucaris, is there such a dancing girl as you who causes trouble for your employer?" China hurried back in time, "Your Highness Sigrani, we have business to discuss, please move back to your bed." ”

Chyna settled the dispute very satisfactorily, and Sigrani was a measured person, and at this time she also went down the steps.

Thorgrande was glad that everything had been nipped in the bud, and he was quite dissatisfied with Eugaris's behavior, "Miss Eugaris, it seems that I should thank you in private. However, I am a person who takes business very seriously, so I would like to complain to you in view of the negative impact of your actions on my business side. Thorgrande reminded her.

Eugaris was silent.

(May 14, a small mountain village in the southern foothills of the Abers.) ）

A man in a gray cloak was walking towards a log cabin halfway up the mountain. He was a very young man, with eyes like a clear night sky, his face was thin because of his youth, and his wheat-yellow hair was a little curly. He quickly reached his destination, knocking rhythmically five times on the door. The door opened from the inside, and it was a man.

"It's Casillas, come in."

The young man walked in, and there was no fire in the house. "How's it going out there?"

"The rumors are not so tight anymore, and Kennizares and Subisareta have decided to go and rescue the lady and the young master tonight."

"I hope they're all safe, they should be well prepared."

"Lord Grant, come back and command us, many soldiers are willing to follow you."

"Casillas, don't be anxious, it's not time yet. The Genora dynasty has left me alone with the charge of defeat, and I must wash away this shame. The man was William Grant, of course, "Take a break." ”

On this night, heavy rain hit, which is very common in mountainous areas. Due to the rain that caused the temperature to drop sharply, William had to start a fire in the house. The rain became heavier and heavier, and the wind blew more and more tightly, forcing people's hearts to panic. About three hours after dinner, there was another powerful knock on the door, and Casillas came to the door alertly and asked, "Who is it?" ”

"It's us, open the door."

Casillas heard a familiar voice and opened the door, and two men walked in.

"Good evening, Lord Grant, Casillas." The first is a sturdy man. Out of his damp cloak came a little boy of two or three years old. The little one was still walking steadily, but he ran to William in a hurry, "Daddy, Daddy." ”

William picked up the child and looked out the door, but saw no of the person he had hoped to see.

"You guys come in first."

Closing the door, Casillas asked the strong man, "Kenisares, where is Madame?" ”

Kenisares was a giant man with a height of nearly 1.6 fatz (2 meters), but the big man didn't want to say anything at this time, just shook his head.

"Subisareta, you are an honest and steady person, you can tell me the actual situation." William said as he coaxed the child.

Subisareta, a man with a bushy beard, was taking off his cloak and carefully folding it. He rubbed his eyes, calmed down, and said, "Kenizares and I had a great job, everything went according to plan, and it went very well. We killed two guards and stole horses. But the damned patrol came, and Madame handed Master Richard over to Cannizares and told him to go first. I was supposed to protect her, but ...... But......" Subisareta continued, taking a deep breath, "she didn't drag me down, she ...... Only...... He committed suicide. He let out a long breath and finally uttered the most difficult words. Casillas was stunned, he hoped it was his auditory hallucination.

William was silent for a moment, little Richard in his arms already asleep. William put the child on the bed and covered him with the quilt. "Lord Grant, it's all my fault, if I pay more attention......"

"It's not my fault, if I don't agree to go first, the two of us can always take care of it."

"Subisareta, Canisares, don't be sad, don't blame yourselves. It's neither, it's not your fault. Even gods are subject to fate, let alone mere mortals. Casillas, don't grieve either, we still have a lot of important things to do, and grieving for the dead should not have too much time. Okay, let's take a break, we'll get out of here as soon as the rain stops. William comforted the crowd.

The three faithful men soon fell asleep, and William Grant took his son in his arms. He couldn't sleep, and his wife was just an ordinary woman, without very outstanding looks and intelligence. married him at the age of eighteen, and the two have not had any ups and downs, and have always lived an idyllic married life. William was a little tired of it, but now that he thinks about it, it is his greatest happiness that a woman as noble as her is willing to commit herself to him. "My Gally." The future King of Iberia shed a tear for his beloved wife, silently reciting her name and falling asleep where he could say goodbye to her.

"Damn, let them slip away again." Early the next morning, the Iberian officers walked out of the hut cursing. By this time, the group had been gone for four hours.

On May 15, 344 in the continental Gregorian calendar, William Grant, who lost his beloved wife, began his difficult and tortuous struggle. This year, William Grant was 28 years old, Sal Subisareta was 31 years old, Jay Kenisares was 27 years old, Rui Casillas was 20 years old, and Richard I was only two and a half years old.

"People only see the great achievements of heroes, but they never ignore the blood and tears they paid for it, and ignore the catastrophe they made them regret for the rest of their lives. This was the case 500 years ago, the 'god of war' Sogland, William I of Iberia, and King Romedal of Navi. In modern times, this is true of the 'Holy Maiden' Gilanis, the 'Pirate King' Wind Secca, and my king, can you escape this fate? —From the diary of Charles Bacon, the first chancellor of the new Zigner kingdom, September 23, 811.