War is the most effective ripening agent.

No matter how naïve a person is, on the battlefield of life and death, he will quickly mature.

The young man who was terrified of blood yesterday will be able to hold his sword and cut off the enemy's head tomorrow. Here, disregard for the lives of others is actually cherishing one's own lives.

Allegri could clearly feel that his heart was becoming cold and hard. Death is happening all the time, and after the baptism of war, he can calmly gaze at what is happening in front of him. The blood sprinkled drenched the land russet, and enemies and allies fell like stubbles of wheat. When the city fell, and there was a miserable scene everywhere, he could still beat his horse without squinting, even if he needed to try to suppress the surging compassion.

Allegri knew that this was the only way to deal with it. Now he is no longer the magic apprentice who has nothing, but a pivotal noble lord, a promising young military attaché, and a man who needs to take responsibility.

This transformation was intensified from the death of Herseus to the official annexation of the Snowton Empire. When he left the valley and went to the front, he was fully prepared to fight for power as much as possible for those who loved and loved.

The Western Route Army has been staying in Ferencman City for more than half a month. Not long ago, the heat was scorching hot, but now it is full of autumn, the long wind hunts, and the flags of the city are blown endlessly.

One of them is the fire-streaked violet belonging to Allegri. Because of his accumulated military exploits in the Western Route Army, his military rank was also promoted by two levels from "military assistant" to the highest rank of middle-level officer, "captain". At the same time, his military rank was also promoted from squadron leader to brigade captain. The full strength of the troops under his command is 1,500 men. It's a pity that he doesn't have so many warriors with magical potential under his command, and he can't expand for a while.

Standing in the garden of the City Lord's Mansion, Allegri withdrew his gaze and shook his head, trying to dispel the strong liquor.

I want to mingle with the generals of the Western Route Army. Such a banquet is absolutely indispensable. Even though Ebert has a lot of care, he is also drunk. Sensing that he was about to overdose, Allegri found an excuse to come out and blow a cool breeze to sober up.

The wine was rising, and his mind was scattered, like a fluffy cotton, so complicated and chaotic that he could not find any clear veins.

Hey?

Allegri's casual gaze suddenly stopped. At the main entrance. Dargnan took out the number plate issued by the military department, said a few words to the guards guarding the door, and walked in this direction.

"How do you know I'm hiding here?" Allegri asked, stunned as he approached, puzzled.

"Teacher, you fell asleep here last time," Dargnan replied helplessly, with the corners of his mouth twitching. "Three hours after the feast, we found you under a big tree. ”

"Oh. Allegri nodded, leaning on the stone-carved lamppost and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

"Letter from the valley," Dargnan pulled several letters from his bosom and glanced at a drunken Allegri. Tentatively asked, "Teacher, do you want to watch it now?"

"Look, of course. Allegri reached for the letter and staggered to the side. Lean on the waterfront platform. He squinted slightly, looked down for a long time, but the letters on the paper flew around, not honest at all.

"Forget it, you read it to me. Dazzling, Allegri finally gave up on the idea and commanded.

After a moment's pause, Dargnan pulled out one of the letters, set it aside, and explained, "This is Miss Onisa's personal letter. ”

"Yes," Allegri waved his hand aggressively, visibly drunk, "and I haven't done anything shady." ”

"Yes, you must not have done it, teacher," Dargnan echoed a few times, opened the envelope with a bitter face, and read it absent-mindedly, "Allegri opened it himself, and saw the letter like ...... meeting"

Light blue letterhead, with a few hundred crosses, are basically polite greetings and greetings. When he finished reading, Allegri, who was dazed, looked up and asked, "That's all?"

"Hmm. Dargnan flipped through the letter and found nothing missing.

"Have you read the other letters?" Allegri added after a moment's thought, "don't read them word for word, pick the important ones and talk to me." ”

"The magic array disc produced in the river valley already has a certain amount of inventory," Darney replied, clearing his throat, "Senior Brother Brooke would like to ask the teacher when and how it will be transported to the front. ”

"Let Sheryl go back and escort the magic array," Allegri yawned and asked casually, "anything else?"

"And ......," Dargnon hesitated for a moment, then continued, "Miss Onesa, a group of former old subordinates have been contained, all of whom are elite soldiers with extraordinary skills. ”

"That's what Brooke said, too?" Allegri's eyes froze, and he seemed to sober up a little.

"No, it's Mr. Illo. Dargnan replied at once, wondering when he found out that one of the letters from the valley was a personal letter from a half-elf ranger to himself. After reading it, I realized that it was a hot potato.

"Illo?" Allegri muttered, as if surprised.

Dargnan waited for a long time, but did not wait for an answer, and was about to ask again, when he heard a slight snoring.

Herseus Valley.

"How did you agree to let these soldiers into the river valley?" said Illo frowned on the new Violet Tower.

"What's the problem?" Brooke looked up at him, still sorting through the books scattered on the desk, "those camps are empty anyway, and idle is idle." ”

The half-elf pursed his lips, knowing that the other party didn't realize the problem at all.

"Is there anything out of place?" Brooke's eyes widened, the old magician with a good temper didn't have so many twists and turns in his heart.

Irlo asked reluctantly, "Can you think of a way to get them to camp outside the valley?"

"Miss Onisha must be consulted," Brooke mused, "and neither you nor I have the power to dictate to her......"

"Forget it," Illo diverted from the subject, "when will Allegri return?"

"When the war settles down, the teacher should be able to take the time to come back once. Brooke replied.

"Okay, you're busy. Illo nodded and took his leave. As he passed the window, his gaze swept over the barracks at the southern end of the valley.

It seems that I need to pay more attention to the movements of these guys.

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

PS: (Let's make up for yesterday's second update.) ）