Raising his hand to take the magic pocket watch out of his pocket, Sean glanced at the time on it.

It was two thirty p.m., and Alban had agreed with him at three o'clock sharp, because the march of the army was a bit slow, so he had to set off at once.

Sean and the others did not explain the specific things to the ordinary soldiers, so as not to leak the news, and it was not too late to tell them how to act when they got to the place.

It was one o'clock for Geraldine, and now he was expected to have caught up with the large force of the Silver Eagle Legion, which, if nothing else, would have arrived between six and seven o'clock.

Therefore, they still have plenty of time at present, as long as they do this vote and tie up or kill Alban, the remaining ordinary soldiers and apprentice-level professionals will definitely become vulnerable or even directly disperse.

Two hundred heavily armored cavalry and five hundred archers assembled at the entrance to the town of Millin, and Sean mounted his blood-colored warhorse, slowly raising his hand under the eyes of the peeping townsfolk or spies.

Behind him were four apprentice-level professionals such as Billaire, as well as rows and rows of elite fighters.

The sun shone on the ground, the gentle breeze of the plains blew on everyone's faces, and in the neighing of the blood-colored horses, Sean's raised hand fell firmly in front of him.

His purpose is not to negotiate, but to fight!

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The army marched on the lower end of the plains, and there was not much to note.

The town of Mirin is located on the edge of the plains, some distance north of the wooded mountains, and the negotiation site arranged by Alban is located at the junction of the mountains and the plains, so that they can retreat quickly in the event of conflict.

Bright weapons and armor reflected white light, and a solemn atmosphere permeated the ranks.

On the way there, Sean had already told them all sorts of precautions, and while a conflict was unlikely, they, the battle-hardened veterans, would not take every battle lightly.

Sean rode his blood-colored steed at the front of the army, and it didn't take long for him to get close to the position Alban had spoken of.

From a distance, a large number of people loomed in the mountains and forests, led by a tall man who seemed to be looking in the direction where Sean was.

Alban's advice was very detailed, and even the distance from Sean's side was made clear in advance, although this behavior made Sean very unhappy, but for the sake of the next plan, he had to do what Alban said.

After observing his surroundings for a moment, and then using a spell to confirm that no one was snooping, Sean waved his hand to stop the people behind him.

The rest is for him alone.

"You can clearly see the situation over there from this place, and as soon as I start moving, you will immediately go to support, understand?"

Taking a deep breath, Sean turned to the others and said.

"Yes!"

Many soldiers replied loudly, according to the regulations of the Silver Eagle Legion, since they had left the legion headquarters to carry out the mission alone, the order of the current Supreme Commander Sean was to be absolutely followed.

"Good."

Then, Sean turned his head and smiled at the few professionals on the side.

"Several, I'm going to work hard for you next."

"Don't worry, Captain." Bilaire also nodded solemnly, "You just go ahead and do it, we will definitely support you." ”

"That's right." Level 8 warrior Harred Thorne stepped forward and shook Sean's hand, "What I respect most in Harled is a warrior like you, if you can succeed, you will take most of the credit this time." ”

The others chimed in, and for a moment the atmosphere was extremely enthusiastic, as if Sean was their idol.

Hehe.

Sean sneered in his heart, he really didn't know how sincere these guys were.

But everything is based on strength, he still has some confidence in his ability, even if there are some of these people who don't cooperate, it doesn't matter, as long as you don't make trouble for him, then let them go.

"Oh, yes."

As he was leaving, Sean seemed to remember something.

"Milena, I'm sorry you can release a few magic spells for me to strengthen my state, and when I fight, I can have an extra advantage."

"Ah, why?" Milina was stunned for a moment, then realized that there was something wrong with her words, "I mean, if that Alban saw that you had a bonus effect, would he have doubted your purpose." ”

"It's okay, just come on."

Sean didn't care about this kind of thing, "In that guy's opinion, even if I have a bunch of enhancement effects on my body, it is impossible to take the initiative in front of him, so he won't care." ”

"And why can't I behave like this because I am vigilant and want to give myself an extra layer of protection? I'm cowardly, after all, aren't I? ”

Milina was speechless for a while, and in the end, she could only honestly bless Sean with a few enhanced types of divine arts.

In fact, they don't understand why the always cautious Sean would make such an almost impossible move, this guy may have some hole cards, but is he really not afraid to play off?

But now that it had come to this, they wouldn't try to dissuade Sean again.

So after saying goodbye, Sean rode forward without looking back, and in front of him was Alban Valentine, the object of his malicious release.

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Black mage robes, young face, deep gaze, powerful aura, and aggressive sense of oppression from the soul.

This was Alban's first impression of Sean.

Steady demeanor, calm eyes, mature appearance, even if you are in the mountains for a long time, it still looks extremely elegant.

This is how Sean felt when he saw Alban.

As the Scarlet Horse approached, Alban calmly looked at Sean, who stopped the guards who wanted to stand in his way, and looked up at Sean.

"Hello, Sir Sean."

"I am Alban Valentine, Lord of Millin, Wally's father."

Even in the face of the professional, he did not take a step back, unlike Wally's disguised composure, Alban did not have the slightest emotion in front of Sean, like a real nobleman.

"Hello, Lord Alban."

Riding on the Scarlet Warhorse, Sean looked at him with his head bowed slightly, "I'm Sean Morton, I'm really happy to see you for the first time." ”

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The two stared at each other in silence, the people around them did not make a sound, and even the rate of breathing seemed to slow down a lot.

Time passed, and they remained in this state without the slightest change.

"Haha, welcome, welcome."

"I have heard of His Excellency the Daimyo for a long time, and I wish us all the best in the next negotiations."

At a certain moment, the two of them suddenly burst out laughing, and the atmosphere suddenly returned to normal, and Sean turned over and dismounted, shaking hands with Alban cordially.