At five o'clock in the afternoon in spring and March, the most relaxing and beautiful time of the day, the slanting sunset is as strong as an old wine, but not dazzling, enveloping this peaceful and quiet old city, outlining the golden red lace.

On the most crowded street in Norman City, the white-haired old woman ran around chasing her grandson, the young man stared at the beautiful face of his lover, and the old tree beside him stood there silently, quietly observing all this.

All this, a peaceful and sweet sight.

Until three people turned from the corner of the street, the three drunkards who hooked their shoulders and backs, marched forward with high spirits, but their steps were crooked, and they relied on the three of them to support each other to maintain a standing posture.

From afar, you can smell the strong smell of alcohol on their bodies, and their eyes are worried, but they do not prevent them from singing together, and after singing it is almost like shouting, and the bad singing spoils the beautiful atmosphere of the whole street in the slightest.

Not far behind them, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl followed helplessly, and the last one who remained awake was actually Afra, but she could only do anything about these three guys.

Shocked pedestrians hurriedly moved out of the way, and several impulsive lads rushed up to try to stop them. Afra covered her eyes as if she couldn't bear to look at them, and it wasn't long before she heard the sound of them being thrown aside by the plop.

"Go find the vigilantes. They discussed sending a handy companion to the army to keep the city safe, and Afra sighed and shook her head, I'm afraid the security army can't deal with these three drunks who are all high-ranking and above.

Dios laughed and sang again, the song he sang carried the imprint of the Southern Holy Alliance, and the tune reverberated with an unstoppable pride, obviously a war song from the battlefield. None of the people present knew that this war song came from the former city of Elendil.

On the other side, Illo hung his head and hummed a gentle ballad, not his favorite "Moonlight Rose", but like a lullaby of a loving mother to put her child to sleep. This kind of gentle nursery rhyme was sung by him heartbreakingly, as painful as a soul-calming song, and the expression on his face became hideous and low, completely destroying his usual graceful demeanor.

"Isn't this Mr. Illo, how did he become like this?" said the young mercenary in surprise in the crowd next to her, with a disillusioned expression on her face. Nacini was right, and Illo was the first of the three to be recognized.

While talking, a small group of security soldiers had already run over quickly, and the female mercenary thought for a while and walked up quickly, reminding,

"You'd better be careful, the handsome of the three," she said with a sad look on her face, gesturing at the half-elf with her head down, "he's a famous mercenary in Norman City, a high-ranking ranger. ”

"High-level pinnacle?" The face of the leading security army squad leader suddenly became ugly, and he hesitated, "But you can't let it go on like this...... Not far ahead is the royal palace. ”

"I suggest you listen to her," Afra walked over and said helplessly, "Do you think there's only one high-ranking ranger, and the big guy on the other side sees it?"

"It seems to be a little familiar......," the team leader looked at Dios carefully, and said a little angrily, "Do you dare to drink like this in a military uniform, can you still be considered a soldier of the Empire!"

"He's not a warrior of the Empire soon, and," Afra paused, "and, besides, he's a warrior of the upper ranks. ”

The squad leader was stunned for a moment, and secretly glad in his heart that he didn't have the impulse to subdue them directly just now.

After a moment's hesitation, he sent a soldier to find reinforcements, and he evacuated the crowd with the rest of his men, so as not to provoke the two evil stars.

"High Ranger, Superior Warrior ......," he muttered, "Isn't the one in the middle wearing a mage's robe really a mage?"

"Yes, it's also high-level," Afra, who was next to him, laughed, "He's my teacher, he's very powerful." ”

"Your teacher?" repeated the team leader, wondering, "can't you bring them home, or notify their families?"

"How do you think I can bring them home like that?" Afu thought as she stretched her thin arm and gestured, "As for acquaintances...... Althea obviously can't, then the only person I know is ......" She looked up, blinked her eyes, and said, "If I say that the only acquaintance I know is the king, do you believe it?"

The squad leader shook his head repeatedly.

"So, I can't help it. Afra spread her hands helplessly.

At the end of the street was the square in front of the palace, and the squad leader hurriedly stepped forward a few steps and explained a few words to the officer on duty. The officer sent a few soldiers unbelievingly, but he looked helplessly at the rolling gourd, suddenly looked at it carefully, and exclaimed,

"The one who shot seems to be General Dios?"

"Yo, I didn't expect my uncle to be a general. Afra blinked, wondering.

"General?" the squad leader stuck out his tongue, glanced at Afra gratefully, and turned his head, "Sir, what should I do?"

The officer lowered his head and asked with a pleasant face, "Little girl, you said that the magician was your teacher?"

"That's right. Afra nodded.

"Is his name ...... Allegri?" the officer asked, hesitantly.

"How do you know the Dao?" Afra wondered.

The officer took a deep breath and patted the squad leader on the shoulder, "You didn't do it, you're so lucky." ”

The team leader turned his head to look at it, and said with a sad face, "Then what should we do now?"

The three of them sat on the steps in front of the "Statue of the Thunder King" on all fours, and were holding their first joint concert in their lives, and the three of them sang and I took the stage, and the unbridled laughter and bad singing echoed far away, and countless Norman City residents gathered around, pointing and talking, but they looked at them with interest, looking at this rare and peerless landscape in front of them.

In the sacred and solemn square in front of Snowdon's palace, this kind of thing is unprecedented.

Today's military affairs are not very busy, and it is extremely rare for the old general Kudran to leave the official office at dusk.

Not far from the palace on both sides, he and his guards rode around and turned to enter the street in front of the palace, but found that the wide street was impassable, and the crowd gathered around the square, and the wolf's howl could be faintly heard.

"What's going on?" he frowned, motioning for one of the guards to check on the situation.

"General Kudran. "Kudran had ruled Norman City for nearly twenty years, and several of the residents around him had recognized him and hurriedly saluted him.

"What's going on?" asked Kudran casually. He had a good reputation, and the Normans knew that he had always been tolerant and kind, and hurriedly replied,

"Old general, I heard that three drunkards were singing in the square, and one of them was a general. ”

"General?" Kudran's face suddenly fell, he was now the "Chief of War", and all the generals were under his management, which made him feel angry.

"Go over and see. He snorted coldly, and his face was like frost,

The guards agreed, and hurriedly squeezed a path in front of them to let the angry old general pass. This one of his subordinates, drunk and sprinkled on the palace square, would surely become a laughing stock for a while, and he had already appeared with the mocking face of the chief of administration. This time it hit him, at least fifty canes and was immediately sent to the front line.

"Which general is it? Why don't you arrest him and take him to the Judge Advocate General's Office?" Kudran had just walked out of the crowd, and the officer on duty in the square had already greeted him, and Kudran snapped.

"Old general, you can see it when you look at it......" The officer turned around and pointed with a bitter face.

Kudran looked over at his motion, and the anger on his face suddenly melted into a laughing and crying expression.

"This ...... This ......," he pondered for a moment, patting the officer on the shoulder, "I don't blame you for this. ”

The officer was immediately relieved and asked, "Old general, what should we do now?"

"Arrested?" Kudran slanted at him and snorted, "Do you see the magician in the middle of them, last year's 'Victory Day Celebration', the Grand Inquisitor of the Holy See thought the same, and the result?"

"Yes, yes, now now?" the officer nodded again and again, knowing that the old general's fire had not yet been released, he held back, and he definitely wanted to find someone to vent, so he was naturally not willing to be disobedient.

"This ......," said the resolute Kudran scratching his head rarely, "then, you stay here first, and I will go to the king and let him come up and decide." ”

"Now, do you want to send troops to disperse?" the officer looked at the growing number of people in the audience, his face embarrassed.

"No, it's not a big deal, sending troops will cause a riot, you just send your men to maintain order," Kudran turned and hurried towards the palace, snorting as if he were embarrassed, "Besides, it's not us who are the ones who are embarrassed." ”

"Yes. The officer replied resignedly, and glanced at the three drunks sympathetically, this is a shame, and the army has to maintain order for them.

In Norman City, on the square in front of the royal palace, twilight is rising, but the atmosphere is extremely lively.

The lampposts around the square had gradually lit up, and the security forces and the guards on duty had divided into small groups and shuttled through the crowd, shouting from time to time, "Hey, that spectator, don't squeeze forward, it's not that you can't hear it." ”

"And you, it's you, that little boy, why are you sitting on your father's head, blocking the audience behind, come down. ”

“......”

The army's ability to maintain order is really not covered, the whole square is in order between shouting and drinking, and occasionally there are vendors in it to make a voice, "nuts and melon seeds small bench", a happy atmosphere.

On the stone platform in front of them, the handsome half-elf stood up crookedly and said in a loud voice,

"Next, I would like to invite Allegri, the lead singer of our 'Sad Band', to sing a song for everyone......" He bowed his head and asked Allegri before looking up and continuing, "He will sing a song "Hometown Clouds", everyone is welcome. ”

Warm applause and loud cheers rang out, and the atmosphere in the square reached a climax.

(The first update, it seems to be going to be on the shelves tomorrow, of course, I only found out today...... ）

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