In front of Snowton's camp, poor Modescic was boiled into a "Wangfu Stone".

There are not many people who know about Severa's trip, and he is one of them, and he is also the person appointed by King Nacini to stay and preside over the situation when he temporarily decided to go there himself.

But the question is, if King Snowton mysteriously disappeared, how could he suppress the agitated generals of the Southern Expeditionary Army with his small palm seal officer?

"Come back, you're coming back......" Mordschic muttered back and forth. If it is a qiē shun lì, the king of Nacini should return at four or five o'clock in the morning, unaware of the ghosts, and no one knows that he was once in high spirits and traveled to the city of Severa at night. However, a morning passed, and an afternoon passed, and King Nacini still did not show up, but fortunately, the daily affairs of the army were handled by the high command, so he could barely prevaricate.

But what if the king never came back, Mordschic had an unusual headache and began to regret why he didn't try his best to stop King Nacini from taking risks.

"Prepare your horse and go to the south of the city. Catching a glimpse of a familiar figure in the distance, Mordschic hurriedly commanded. In the camp of the Middle Route Army, as long as he doesn't say it, there are few people who dare to take the initiative to ask King Nacini, and the commander-in-chief of the front, Katroman, undoubtedly has this qualification.

The official of the royal court, who fled in a hurry, soon arrived at the position in the south of the city. His eyesight was not good because of the long hours of hard reading under the lamp, and he tried to distinguish the scene above the city, but he could see nothing.

"Can you help me see how many flags are there on the seventh tower from the west?" Finally, Mordschic gave up, and he turned his head sideways to ask the guards beside him, waiting on the horse, very anxious.

"Back to my lord. There are three of them," the confused Praetorian Guard soldier quickly gave the answer, "In addition to the royal flag of the Duchy of Ian, and the military flag of the Holy See troops, there is also a general flag that should be the garrison of the city." The coat of arms is a half-moon and a crossed silver longsword. ”

"Order?" Mordschic asked.

"From left to right, in order, there are the general flag, the military flag, and the king flag. The guard dutifully replied, though he did not understand what the hell this king's favorite servant was up to.

......According to the arrangement and combination of the number and order of the flags, and according to the pre-agreed code, Mordschic deciphered the simple information contained in it.

But a qiē peace words. Why stay in the city?

Mordschic was puzzled, but there was nothing he could do. Besides, if something happened to King Nacini, the city of Severa could not be so silent, so he could only put his mind at ease for the time being and wait patiently.

"Your Excellency, Seal Officer. An indifferent voice sounded, and Cartroman came slowly, wanting to shake off the legendary warrior by his horse, which was really a little taken for granted.

"Kashuai. Modesic rolled over and dismounted. Respectfully.

"I want to ask you a question," Cartroman, waving back the guards. staring at him tightly, his lips moved slightly, and his voice wrapped in energy, and sent it to the other party's ear, "Your Majesty, where have you been?"

Mordschic smiled wryly. Walked up to him and whispered the ins and outs of the future.

"What nonsense," Carter Roman snorted, accusing, "didn't you stop it?"

"The king insisted on doing it. Will it be useful for me to obstruct?" replied Mordschic helplessly, he was telling the truth, King Nacini acted decisively, and once he had made up his mind, he would not change easily.

"I have infiltrated the city tonight, and I must ensure the safety of the king. Cat Romain has always adhered to the principle of "action first" and has been straightforward.

"Kashuai, by all means," Mordschic shook his head after a moment's thought, "Since we know that you are in the army, the Holy See of Light must have made arrangements for the legendary warriors, and once your whereabouts are detected by the defenders, it will inevitably lead to the further deterioration of the situation...... In that case, it would be more difficult to ensure the king's safety. ”

"What do you say?" asked Cartroman.

"In five or six days at most, the king will return unharmed, and the city of Severa will be breached," replied Mordusic, "and what we have to do is to make sure that everything is as usual, so as not to attract the attention of the enemy, which ...... You also need your assistance. ”

"I'll cooperate with you," Cattroman said, turning away, his voice as cold as a knife drifting to his ear, "but if anything happens to the king, you don't need to live." ”

Time, a day has passed.

There are six days left.

Being held in a desolate and remote courtyard, with personal freedom restricted, is not a wonderful experience in any way. But on the other hand, this feeling of danger, loneliness and boredom can be regarded as a unique life experience.

Hidden in the heart of the enemy's main city, surrounded by nearly two million Severa citizens and hundreds of thousands of Papal soldiers, each of them spitting a mouthful, King Nacini and Allegri, both of whom were at risk of drowning.

But what they faced was a quiet courtyard that had been abandoned for many years, overgrown with weeds, lush trees, and a thick layer of green algae floating in a pond that had not been changed for a long time, as well as a few patches of malnourished water lilies.

"Your Majesty, is there really a fish in here?" Allegri asked curiously, as he watched King Nacini break off a branch and make a rudimentary fishing rod.

"Shhh......h Looks like the Baron Cavins family from Westlyn, right?"

"That's right," Allegri nodded helplessly, "Nacho, are you going fishing?"

"Master Alibaba, but under your protection, I will be able to escape into the city of Severa," King Nacini quipped, solemnly, "so you can't be so polite as to reveal our true identities." ”

Allegri pursed his lips and was about to reply, but saw King Nacini get up.

"What's wrong?" Allegri asked, lip syncing.

"There are footsteps," replied King Nacini softly, and then added, "not Jubiano. ”

Allegri's expression also became cautious. He stretched out his hand out of his sleeve, his five fingers folded, and a small flame suspended in the middle, ready for battle.

"It's a woman......" King Nacini said, tilting his head to listen for a moment, then concluded. Hearing the footsteps getting closer and closer, he frowned slightly, and subconsciously clenched the branch in his hand.

Due to the death of people, this area has been deserted for a long time and is inaccessible. Grand Duke Ian had arranged them here for the purpose of secrecy, but now, how could anyone come?

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

PS: (Second update.) ）