November 23.

Clouds from the south spread to the Herseus Valley, and the weather was cold and chilly.

Allegri awoke in the warmth of his bedroom, the fire still burning in the fireplace, and a new set of cotton clothes on the chair frame beside the bed. He withdrew his gaze, and a warmth welled up in his heart.

This should be Onisha, for herself, right?

Allegri lay in bed for a while, and on such days when there was no sunlight, the warm bedding always made people reluctant to give up. It wasn't until there was a rhythmic knock on the door, no more, no less, exactly three clicks, that he jumped out of bed and hurriedly put on his mage robe.

Dressed in a black robe with a simple style and a purple-red flame embroidered on his chest, he will meet with the wind mage Turanze from the "Temple of the Sky" as the inheritor of the "Fire Rider" later today.

"Haven't you woken up yet?" Onisha waited for him in the courtyard, as usual, the girl was wearing a light blue skirt, the corners of the skirt were embroidered with white moire pendants, and she walked like a blue sky and white clouds, fresh and elegant.

"It's okay......," Allegri replied in a daze. He walked to the sink on the side of the corridor, and the cold water suddenly lifted his spirits.

"I'll let them get some hot water—" Onisha shook her head helplessly when she saw that he had finished washing hastily. She turned around, took a dry towel, and thoughtfully handed it to the other party. Allegri wiped the water marks from his face a few times and laughed silly.

"What are you laughing at?" the girl looked at him suspiciously.

"It's nothing," Allegri beckoned, waving his hand, "let's go, let's go to breakfast." ”

The two walked out of the courtyard together, wanting to reach the banquet hall in the middle of the valley. They need to walk a little west and then turn south. From this position, it can be seen that between the Xiyu River and the Violet New Tower, the foundation of a castle has begun to take shape.

The castle was huge and had a name before it was even built. It was named "Violet Castle". It will serve as the residence of the lords of Allegri. In the future planning, the new Violet Tower and the water pavilion on the riverside will be included and become part of this complex.

In order to ensure that his first castle was built, Allegri even wrote a letter to borrow a group of elven craftsmen from Evelola. Of course, how to reconcile their relationship with the dwarven craftsmen will inevitably be a troublesome matter again. But it can't be helped, the dwarves' masonry skills are top-notch. However, the appearance of the work has always been criticized. The long-term semi-cave life has made them obsessed with the use of internal space, but they have neglected the beauty of design to be equally important.

"How long will it take for the castle to be built?" Allegri asked, pointing at his finger. When Allegri seconded the Elven Craftsman, the dwarves were more enthusiastic about their work, and it seemed that they wanted to set the tone for the entire castle before the elves arrived. Let those arrogant pointed ears have no way to start.

"I sent Caldera to supervise and enforce the most stringent quality standards. Onisha grimaced, "Otherwise, the dwarves will be able to complete the project in three or four months." ”

Allegri glanced at it, and sure enough, he saw that Caldera was leading his warriors through the mounds of earth and rock. They are divided into squads. Strictly control the quality of the project, hoping to slow down the construction progress. However, the dwarven craftsmen were all highly skilled, and the harvest season for the main crops was over, and there was a large amount of spare labor in the valley to be displaced, and the progress of the project was not left behind.

"As long as the quality is passable. "Let them go," Allegri explained, smiling, "and in a month at most my borrowed elven craftsman will arrive in the valley, and even if the dwarves rush to work in the starry night, at best they will be able to build the ground floor of the castle, leaving plenty of room for improvement...... Besides, with their stimulation, the elves will definitely give it their all. ”

"You're so bad. Onessa smiled and gave him a gentle slap.

"Hey, hey. Allegri grabbed her hand and grinned cheekily, but he didn't let go. The girl couldn't break free, so she turned around and walked away with a grunt, and there was a great magician behind her.

Green River Valley, Amphen Fen.

The Eighth Legion, which was stationed in the Principality of Anlan, and the Tenth Legion, which was stationed in the Liujin Trade Road, had their headquarters here.

There is no other reason, the two generals in charge of the legion are both old people in their sixties, so they naturally stay where they are comfortable. For them, the possibility of continuing to be promoted is very small, and it is better to think more about how to live out their old age.

Now, for example, they are sitting in the private rooms of the "Laurel" tavern, enjoying exquisite dishes and fine wines brought from the south.

Hundreds of military masters spread a protective net around the tavern, and all the customers in the store were driven away. With the power of the two generals, I am afraid that even the owner of this place, Duke Borello, will not dare to disturb each other casually.

After all, the sword is the surest guarantee of power.

"How long do we have to have a good day?" the purple-faced General Contra slammed the golden cup on the mahogany table in hatred. He did not take over the Eighth Legion for long, but because he brought all the old brothers with him when he was transferred, he quickly took control of the entire legion.

Around him, in addition to Wilkinson, the commander of the Tenth Army, there were several other veteran generals, all of whom were senior military officials such as the chief of staff or deputy commander of the Legion, and they were also their real confidants. The common characteristic of this group of veteran seniors is that they are military generals, but they have an inexplicable relationship with the aristocratic camp.

Not long ago, King Nacini had transferred all of them from the front, nominally because of their advanced age, but in reality to bring young officers to the throne in order to eliminate the influence of the nobility as much as possible.

On the other hand, it also makes it impossible for them to go further from military achievements. And the old generals are more worried about their own situation in the future, and if they just guard the rear, they can barely accept it. But what if King Nacini is not satisfied, and wants to completely eliminate the power of the veterans in the army?

"The king will not be satisfied," said Wilkinson, who has a short beard, "and it is said that he has formed a secret society called the Iron Lions, all of whom are young and talented people from middle and lower classes, and sooner or later they will completely take our place." ”

"Then what else is there to say, do it!" an old general with a black beard got up angrily and slapped the table heavily, "It's better than sitting still!"

"Do you think so too?" Contra asked in a deep voice, glancing at the crowd.

After a moment of silence, the old generals present nodded their heads one after another.

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

PS: (Today's second update.) ）