Chapter 140: The Back of the Gold Coin

Since coming ashore, Kraft feels like he hasn't taken a few steps on the road in Westminburg, repeating the process of getting on and off the bus, jumping from scene to scene like a montage.

The volume of the van is not large, but it is pulled by two tall horses, which is tightly shielded, and the heavily carved window surface is neither transparent nor light, and the uneven compound sound of the interlayer is produced when tapped.

"There's iron in it." Martin latched the windows on both sides, lit the candlesticks fixed to the wall of the compartment, and sat down on the opposite side, "The outside is decorated with a layer of wood to ensure that it will not be pierced by arrows, which is very safe." ”

"This isn't the first time you've promised me that."

The carriage was moving, and the sturdy carriage did not give much confidence to the guests. If the initial pagan assassination can still be theorized; Then the deep smell of man-made disappearance makes no guarantee a reason for reassurance.

"Do you have a clue about the heretics and the devil's cherry?"

"My esteemed professor, it's only been half a night, and presumably two hours is not enough for anyone to give any results." Martin smiled wryly, noticing the glance that Kraft always glanced at his face, and raised his hand to wipe it, and sure enough, it was a patch of red.

For two hours, he obviously didn't go all the way to business, and he had the demeanor of a time manager.

"If the two things are connected, the people behind them are much more efficient than us." Kraft gripped his left arm and leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed. In addition to the galloping of the horses, you can also hear the sound of extra horses' hooves on both sides to keep up with the vehicle, "What's out there?" ”

To tell the truth, I've been chasing more with reading books recently, switching sources, and reading aloud with more timbre,.. Both Android and Apple are available. 】

"Our people." Seeing his nervousness, Martin opened a crack in the window, and several riders in light armor sandwiched the carriage in the middle.

The windows were quickly closed again, but it was enough for Kraft to see the low, simple buildings far from the river, far from the center of the city.

After a few more distances, the hard stone pavement under the wheels turns into a more potholed and bumpy dirt road, and poorly repaired backcountry roads can sometimes lift passengers from their seats.

The sound of horses' hooves on both sides always followed, and by virtue of their familiarity with the road and excellent riding skills, they moved forward under the limited light of the torches, and leveled Krafft a level of Ryn.

This reveals a considerable amount of importance. Such a cavalry requires a lot of personnel, equipment, and years of training. As the core force, if you are more daring, you can attack the small temporary army that is not so full of martial virtues.

No matter how rich the Westminster region is, it is only possible to mobilize them to mobilize the most central part of power.

The fact that he was seconded out of the city at night to escort a scholar to an unknown place was clear.

After an incalculably long journey in the darkness of the night, the carriage slowed down and the carriage leaned back slightly.

Uphill】

A long uphill climb, when the vehicle reaches a certain height, pauses for a moment, and when the passenger thinks this is the top of the slope, the steering climbs again.

As a man with a long road on his doorstep, Kraft could easily associate something similar, the slope not suitable for the zigzag curves used on terrain that goes straight up and down. But compared to the seemingly endless length, the work on the hill behind Woodtown is like a miniature toy in a child's hand.

The vehicle repeats the action of ascending and steering, and the drive longer than the small intestine makes people gradually become indifferent, and even forget how many turns they have made, and it is impossible to estimate how high they have risen. However, intuitively, the climbing time between turns is decreasing, indicating that they will reach their destination.

His grandfather's military knowledge made him feel unconcealed envy in addition to his surprise, after all, who wouldn't want such a long and cool steep slope in front of their castle?

When the long ramp finally came to an end, the spokes were again on the pavement, and the glare and the sound of rapid negotiations passed briefly through the cracks in the windows, and then paused in front of two mechanisms driven by heavy chain winches, and after another level, the carriage came to a complete halt with the sound of approaching nail blades.

"Here we are, Professor Craft."

Martin pushed the door open and got out of the car first, and a clear, perforated metal cone protruded from the shadows, the pointed beak of a pig's helmet, and it was coming towards Martin.

"Martin? My brother, it's hard not to live without you. The owner of the helmet lifted his mask and gave him a hug with his cuirass draped in white oak coat of arms and blue cloth, "Without the protagonist, Anna won't invite us to her afternoon party." ”

"We'll talk about that later, Barrow. There are guests here who must be brought to the inner fort, is the door open? ”

"You know, at night the guards at the inner door are harder than the walls, and they can't even make an echo. Go that way. The knight, who was about Martin's age, picked out one of the brightest torches from the soldiers in the same blue cloth armor and gave it to Martin to use.

Martin rubbed his almost dented sternum and asked with a hopeless frown, "My guest is more important, is it negotiable?" ”

"Or wait until sunrise tomorrow, and we'll be here in a queue to welcome you through the main entrance." The Oak Leaf Heraldic Knight lowered his mask and flapped his breastplate to salute Kraft, who had just dismounted, "Welcome, distinguished guest, but we are not the rule-makers here. ”

He took a cursory glance at the carriages with his soldiers in a routine manner, and regrouped away, the line of torches illuminating a part of Kraft's environment, a man-made structure as tall or taller than he had ever seen before, made of unpolished ashlar barriers, rising into the darkness that blended into the night, towering vertically with a sense of oppression that was about to topple at any moment.

Martin led him to grope under the man-made cliff for a while, and found a small inconspicuous door around the corner, "I'm afraid I'll have to take a detour here." ”

"I don't mind."

Being able to walk a few extra steps is also a good choice for an unfortunate "distinguished guest" who is very full for dinner and has been turned all the way upside down. He followed Martin up the spiral staircase behind the door.

Then there is an endless climb, and the left-hand staircase has no windows, only hollow niches that are hollowed out at intervals, repeating itself as if walking in a space that ends to end. Surprisingly, even though these niches were more than an arm's length deep into the walls, they did not dig through the stone bricks or affect the stability of the building.

The enclosed environment and thickness were once reminiscent of suffocation wrapped in a sea of rocks beneath the southern hills, or some otherworldly ingenious game designer stalling for the next big scene. He felt a little regretful about agreeing to Martin to go this way.

But this is really just an illusion of repetition, in fact, after counting more than two hundred steps, an identical small door is embedded on the left.

Martin pushed the door open for him, and the wide stone path large enough for the carriage to pass appeared in front of him, stretching straight through the unobstructed space. At the end of the distance, towering silhouettes hovered in the field of vision like mountains, wearing a toothed crown of light.

Shocked by the sight, Kraft flickered for a moment before noticing the breastwork of the battlements on either side of the road, above an extremely wide rampart. He was pushed out of the doorframe by the marvel of the colossal object in his heart, stepped on the hallucinatory building that seemed to be shattered in the next second, and looked down with admiration for the builder.

The patrol's torches were as small as sparks in the ashes. On the other side of the wall, there is a slightly sloping trapezoidal rampart, facing the unbounded hillside.

He looked back and found himself emerging from the same majestic building on the opposite side, two towers with horns on each other, blazing with the bright light of the night.

With two towers and a large trapezoidal beveled wall, Kraft suddenly understood that this was not the first time he had met it.

Gold Coins】

Its image is stamped on every most cherished and sought-after object that flows throughout the kingdom, but it is only when you see it with your own eyes that you understand why it occupies one of them.

A miracle in the military history of North, an unimpregnable fortress, an arch defender of the crown, an immortal oak.

The confusion and reasoning along the way are confirmed here, and the most astonishing and yet plausible speculation becomes a reality.

"Westminburg! Martin, you can really hide! ”