Artelas and the knights returned to the castle bathed in the bloody sun. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Augustus was resting on his desk when he got the news, he had just had a night of intrigue with Donald's old fox, and after Donald left, he had to revise his plan for Donald's help as soon as possible, so he was busy in the study until noon, and finally couldn't hold back his heavy eyes and rested a little.

Then when he got the news, he got up as soon as possible, took the rough towel handed by the maid, he wiped his face briefly, and drove the wheelchair out of the study, during which he passed by the Knights of the Cathar in front of Alfred's castle, Augustus clearly saw that His Royal Highness Sophia, who had changed into a white robe, was busy treating the seriously injured knights; 。

Augustus, who was in a wheelchair, stood there for a long time, looking indifferent.

When Arthras went, including the swordsman infantry who took off their armor and left the war horse, there were about 550 people in total, and less than 330 people returned to the castle alive, of which about 80 swordsmen and infantry died, most of them died under the bloody bite of the orcs, and the rest were all knight casualties, 85 people died in the Knights of the Cathar, almost half of the strength that Arthras brought with them, and similarly, the Hundred Knights of Sauron directly under Arthras also lost more than half- This was undoubtedly a terrible loss, and considering that the knights did not die in the Lich Movement, but in the hands of the human conspiracy, it was an outcome that was difficult for Augustus to accept.

Eventually, he appeared in Artoras' tent in a self-powered wheelchair.

It's hard to imagine that even after escaping from the clutches of death and experiencing such a drastic change, Arthras would still be able to read quietly.

He heard the sound of a wheelchair and realized that it was Augustus who had arrived, and he slowly turned around with a book in his hand and his back to the tent door.

Augustus frowned instantly.

On Artelas' perfectly handsome face, a scar snaked along the left cheekbone of his face, not hideous, but particularly shocking.

However, Arthras was unaware, and he even smiled slightly at Augustus' frowning expression.

It's just that compared with the charming and elegant smile of the past, although Artelas's smile is still charming, Augustus clearly feels the heaviness and gloom of this smile, and there is no longer the elegance and ease of the past.

Augustus said expressionlessly: "I regret the change of Sauron, but I still want to congratulate you, from now on you will be the Marquis of Sauron." ”

As if Augustus could say such a thing in such a situation, Arthras was stunned at first, but soon smiled again, he was grateful, of course he knew that Augustus was hinting at him, and at this time he must not be annihilated by hatred and despair, and he must also turn his unworthy marquis into a worthy marquis.

He pressed his right hand to his chest and bowed with a smile: "Thank you." ”

Then he raised his head and thought about it, and bowed seriously again: "You must accept my sincerest thanks." ”

Augustus nodded slightly.

They are all smart people, and naturally they all understand each other's meaning, just like Artelas These two thank you, one is to thank Augustus for the reminder, and the other is to thank Augustus for his help, it can be said that if it were not for the desperate protection of the Knights of the Cathar, Arthras would not have left Christopher's territory alive, and if Augustus had not decisively sent the last 50 archers to respond, then even if he temporarily escaped from Christopher's territory, it would be difficult for Arthras to survive the pursuit of Louis and Mark, so from this point of view, he must be grateful to Augustus。

In the same way, he could not have hated it, and it was impossible to mention that it was because he had come to Alfred's castle that he had given Francis and Louis a chance, because the truth was in front of him, and Artelas knew better than anyone that even if he stayed in Sauron, Francis the dog would sooner or later show his dark fangs, and even he might face the same fate as his father, it was only a matter of time.

"I'm going to give you two suggestions. ”

Augustus looked at Arthras, who stood in front of him, and due to his injuries, he had taken off his bright knight's armor and was dressed in a light-hearted white linen robe, Arthras's indifference made it hard to believe that his family had just fallen, and he had almost died.

"First, stay in Alfred, give me time, and I'll take back your Sauron. ”

Unsurprisingly, Arthras flatly refused, as if he had no idea that once he left Alfred's Castle at this time, he would be pursued by Louis and Francis, and with his current strength, it would be difficult for him to survive the pursuit, let alone recapture his Sauron.

Is it stupid pride?

Of course not, in fact, Augustus and Arthras knew very well that if he chose to accept this offer, then even if Augustus really returned Sauron to him in the future, it would no longer be Sauron of Arthras, at least there would be a deep mark of Alfred on Arthras's body.

So it's pride, but it's by no means stupid.

"Second, you must leave Alfred as soon as possible, you know better than I do that the longer it drags on, the less likely it is that the lords of Sauron's realm who are willing to pledge your allegiance to the Sauron family will see you again. ”

Arthras didn't hesitate: "I'm waiting for someone, I'll be back soon." ”

Augustus didn't speak again, and was silent for a long time before he said, "I'm grateful that you were able to come to Alfred Castle in the first place, and I'm sorry that Alfred can't help you too much at the moment. ”

Arthras raised her eyebrows and said, "My father told me when I was very young that even if we give something for others, we must not expect anything in return, otherwise we will not get the expected result one day, and we will be resentful." ”

"May the Lord bless you, then, my dear Arthras. ”

……

When Augustus turned to leave, and his back disappeared in front of the door of his tent, Arthras withdrew his gaze, he reached out and stroked the scars on his face, looking at the silver armor neatly hanging beside him, he knew that he would never wear that armor again in his life, and he would no longer be able to aspire to the knightly faith he admired, because from this day on, he was not only Arthras-Sauron, but he was also the most rightful helmsman of the Sauron family-he was the Marquis of Sauron.

He narrowed his eyes quietly, and there was utter coldness in his former bright and moving eyes.

He picked up the book he had been reading again when Augustus came, flipped to the next page, his finger landing on the first paragraph.

"I am weary of sighing, stricken with sorrow, caught in the machinations of enemies, who oppress my soul and want to banish me into the depths of darkness;

Lord, make them afraid, and let them know that they are but men. ”