The northwest of Ferendman, originally a ghetto for the upper nobility, has now become the residence of Snowton's generals.

"Come in. Allegri pushed the door open and greeted casually. This sprawling mansion once belonged to a wealthy grain merchant, but long before the army besieged the city, he fled to Torm with his family. Fortunately, there were also a few servants left behind to take care of the daily cleaning work, so the house was as clean as new inside and out.

A few people entered the house and sat down, and the maid served refreshments. Although the Western Route Army Service Battalion was hired at a high price, not many people were willing to serve the enemy, so most of these servants were semi-forcibly recruited.

"What do you call Your Excellency?" said Allegri in a warm voice as he looked at the other in the bright hall.

This is a middle-aged man in his forties, tall and thin, with a dark complexion, thin eyebrows, squinting eyes, and a slight mustache, and he looks extremely lean. He has typical Ian characteristics, with a round head and a round head, a wide forehead, well-cut clothes, and exquisite materials, but there are traces of calluses on his hands, and he has obviously endured a lot of hardships to get to where he is today.

"Yubiano," the middle-aged man nodded in acknowledgment, then took out a piece of cloth from his bosom and handed it over, "Lord Earl, this is a letter sent to you by my lord, please take a look." ”

"Who is your master?" Allegri asked, confused. He stretched out his hand to take it, his eyes swept away, and he couldn't help but be slightly surprised, there was nothing on the plain white cloth, and there was no writing.

"My lord is Viscount Reims, and a few years ago, he went on an expedition with you to the Ember Mountains. Jubiano replied in detail, as if he was afraid that the other party would not remember.

"Lance...... Lance ......" Allegri pondered for a moment, finally patted his head and asked with a smile, "He has always been good?" When the two met, Lance was still the captain of the "Sword of the Silver Moon" mercenary team. It was also during that mission that Onessa sacrificed them to the Fire Demon King, and by chance, he was able to enter the "Tower of Red Fire" and inherit the legacy of Teacher Herseus, which led to the subsequent ups and downs of life.

In this regard. Lance, indeed, can be counted as his old friend.

There was also a sigh on the face of Dios next to him. In the past few years, there have been too many stories that make people feel like they are in a different world.

"After parting with the Count, he returned to the city of Severa, and later succeeded him as head of the family, and is now one of the commanders of the city guard...... "Yubiano said.

"It's not easy for you to get out of the city, right?" Allegri's eyes lit up, he closed the cloth in his hand, and asked intentionally or unintentionally. Fornicating with enemy generals, this kind of crime, he doesn't want to provoke.

"Count rest assured, my trip will be beneficial to your lordship," the shrewd Eupiano said. Immediately explained, "As for the specifics. It's all on the cloth, just bake it over a slight fire, and the handwriting will be revealed. ”

Allegri and Dios looked at each other with solemn expressions. The other party is so cautious, things are by no means simple.

Seeing that he didn't mean to continue, Allegri thought for a moment. Lips open and close, and the incantation is silently recited. On his open palm, a small flame "rubbed" out, evenly scorching the cloth.

Brown handwriting, lines of which are revealed. At the very end, two names are signed.

Allegri read it again, then read it word for word before handing it to Dios, and he turned his head and whispered tentatively, "Does the gentleman know about the letter?"

"I am not only a messenger, but also an envoy," replied Jubiano, with a calm expression, "and the plenipotentiary of His Highness and the Lord." ”

"Good. Allegri nodded, his hand on his chin, and his face brooding.

After a long time, he raised his head, as if nothing had happened just now, and politely invited, "If Mr. doesn't settle down in a place, will he rest here for a few days?"

"Then bother the Earl. Jubiano bowed in thanks and agreed without hesitation.

"Ados. Allegri stood up and beckoned to Dalgnan, who was temporarily in charge of the butler. After a few moments, the handsome young man walked into the room, he glanced at Eupiano, walked up to Allegri, raised his eyebrows, "Teacher, what's the matter?"

"Arrange for Mr. Jubiano's lodging," Allegri instructed, adding, "this is our guest of honor." ”

The middle-aged man, who was originally nervous, immediately relieved when he heard this. He saluted Allegri and followed Dargnan away. Before leaving, Eupiano subconsciously looked at the cloth in Dios's hand, to be honest, he wanted to get it back, but he was afraid of angering the other party, so he finally chose not to mention it.

After the two of them left, Allegri took a sip of tea and asked, "What do you think, Dios?"

"It's true," said Dios, putting down the cloth, "and with Severa's current form, I'm afraid they don't have the heart to play tricks." ”

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just in case, it's better to be cautious in everything," Allegri said, "I doubt whether Jubiano was sent by Reims or not." ”

"Let's find a way to confirm his identity," said Dios, "he is so highly regarded by Lance, he is not an unknown person, we can find someone who knows Ian well, and then make a plan." ”

"That's best," Allegri nodded, thinking, "But, who should I look for......" There are hundreds of miles between Ferenman and Severa, and most people don't know whether the retainers of a certain viscount in Severa City are called Jubiano.

"You have forgotten a man," Dios reminded, "didn't the marquis of the captive camp follow the family motto of 'be prepared'? ”

"Okay," Allegri said with a smile, standing up, "let's go and try our luck together." ”

"I'm not going," Dios stretched and waved his hand in refusal, "I bought a good long sword in the morning, and I'll go to the backyard to practice my skills later." ”

"Whatever you want. Allegri folded the cloth and put it away, and walked towards the main entrance of the hall. At this time, Dargnan had settled Eupiano and returned to his life, and when he saw that he was going out, he leaned against the side of the foyer to make way for him.

"Are you interested, visit the prisoner camp of the Western Route Army?" said Allegri, who was too bored, to stop.

"Forget it," Dargnan shook his head decisively, "I just bought a novel, and I haven't finished reading it yet." ”

"Cut, two otaku. Allegri snorted disdainfully and walked away.

... (To be continued......)

PS: (One watch, two more tomorrow.) ）