"Rustle—" The light shone in through the high window, reflecting on the fine polished ebony table, giving the dust-free surface a marble-like finish. The hands with two platinum rings pinched the white quill pen with the tip of the Mithril pen in a textbook position, dipped it in the inkwell, and then quickly began to write on the paper.

The scented candle used to heat the ink gave off a faint fragrance, and after a burst of beautiful ligature, he dotted a few punctuation marks on it. The handwriting and the gesture of holding the pen show the full education of the writer - he finished writing this paragraph, then raised his hand to dip it in ink, and was about to continue writing, when an untimely voice rang out: "That...... Your Excellency—"

The man stopped his pen and frowned slightly.

He reached for the silver glass that had been set aside, and the gold-trimmed royal blue velvet cloak slid to the side for the movement, and he lifted his hand and took a sip of the glass before turning his gaze to the man standing residently across from him.

"That's it, you—" The filthy young man in a linen shirt and woollen trousers couldn't even breathe in such a delicate room full of valuables. He struggled to find the words, but the words he uttered were still rustic because of his lack of education: "I've been standing for two hours, you can listen to me, right?"

I don't even know how to call myself "below" and so on, and I am too eager to ask the superior to respond, this kind of loss of dignity and etiquette makes the decent middle-aged man's brows that were originally only slightly frowned tighter.

Before he could speak, another person who had been standing silently next to him reprimanded: "Bold, don't you see that the head of the regiment is working." The head of the regiment worked all night to deal with the paperwork, so busy and toiling, if he hadn't heard that this was an important matter, he wouldn't have taken the time to meet him. ”

"But what is it? What do you think of yourself as a dare to urge an adult to put down what you are doing? Just standing for two hours is too tiring and a waste of money!" The man in the dress of the upper class was obviously also of the knightly class, and judging by the badge on his chest, he was about an adjutant. The regimental commander waited for him to finish reprimanding, then raised his hand, and the adjutant immediately stopped his mouth, retreated behind him, and stood with his waist straight, as if he were a statue.

"I-" The young man instinctively tried to argue, but he closed his mouth in horror when he realized the gap in status, "I'm sorry, adults. He could not find a word, and the regimental leader, who had combed his short hair, put the quill beside him, and took off his velvet cloak and laid it on his chair as the sun rose. Then he took another sip of the wine in the glass before he slowly spoke.

"Did you mean someone broke in and injured your people?" The tight and slim chest and forearms are covered with a dark blue tunic with gold and silver buckles, while the pure gold brooch tied on the left chest depicts wings, comets and lily of the valley representing the royal family of Suomir.

This is the pinnacle of the armed forces of the Suomir Kingdom today, the noble cavalry directly under the royal family and the Church, and the Grand Master of the Dragonwing Knights.

"Yes—" The majesty of the superior made this young soldier who had had a conflict with Henry and them have no arrogant appearance in front of the three of them, he looked like a kitten who had just been adopted into a strange family, and he did not even dare to leave the place where he stood at his feet, for fear that he would be whipped by the knights for stepping on an inch more.

Even when I opened my mouth impolitely just now, it was because my legs and feet were swollen after standing for two hours.

Suomir's social class was extremely strict, and those in lower positions were left to dry without complaint. This is the dismount given by the other party, and the young soldiers understand this. The thugs who are crawling around in society are arrogant to people of the same class because they feel that they have a backer behind them. And for the aristocratic class, especially these military attachés who have the privilege of cutting first and then playing, they will perfectly interpret what it means to be a man with his tail between his legs.

People with strong temperaments may ridicule the bullying of the weak and afraid of the hard, but at least this will save you from falling into the fate of the corpse lying in some cold corner without explanation.

No matter how decent and polite they look, these nobles.

But they all kill people without blinking.

The Grand Master, who was nearly 40 years old, was silent again. The young soldier began to feel at a loss again, and his nerves became more tense after being scolded by the adjutant before, and at this time, he began to regret his decision more and more in his heart.

This is a common routine of gang-forming ruffian youths, and it has not changed before or after becoming a soldier. If a companion is beaten, he will coax the matter to make a big deal and pull people to take revenge and get the field back.

But the soldiers were scattered, and they alone did not have the same face to mobilize the soldiers of the entire Talva-Suta region. So a genius like him, the idea he came up with was naturally to modify the story a little, and then report it to his superiors to attract attention.

If the nobles of the upper echelons issued an order for the soldiers of the entire territory to search for those three men, they would be unable to escape.

The plan was supposed to be perfect, but even he didn't expect it to be taken so seriously that the Grand Master himself personally received him, an unknown minus. Under the unexpected event, he stiffened as if he was being stared at by an ancient predator, and he couldn't even breathe.

Contrary to the outside world's understanding, the asympathetic relationship between the garrison infantry and the knights of Talva-Sutar is actually one-sided.

Those who are pro-Great Swordsman's position, as well as the thorn heads who do not obey discipline, are basically disposed of. The relationship was just that the Dragonwing Knights unilaterally looked down on these junior infantry, and the attitude of the infantry was not so much hostile as a slight envy and jealousy in fear.

A mere pawn, above him were a large number of officers in the infantry, and then up were the members of the noble knights. At the pinnacle of power in the entire Talva-Suta region is the Grand Master of the Dragonwing Knights, named Lord Sir Wimma Viriyo Menisdo.

Passing past those large and small officers, as well as the ordinary members of the Order, they were directly received, just like ordinary people suddenly being invited by Her Majesty the Queen to have afternoon tea together, which obviously only made the subordinates feel helpless and flattered.

He didn't dare to look up at the other person's color, and felt that his torso, head, and limbs were not where they should be. At this moment, the other party was interrupted from writing, and the Grand Master was silent, and the young ruffian, who did not know if he was angry, could not stand and could not sit, and could not find a gesture that felt reasonable. He was in a cold sweat, and the soreness in his legs and feet was not so important at this time.

"Tsk, incompetent. The man's cowardly and frightened appearance was undisguised, and the adjutant on the side spat out disdainful tones from the corners of his lips, but he only hung his head, and did not dare to refute in the slightest.

"Nale, is it?" asked Menisdor, and the ruffian he called nodded his head. Grand Master blew out the scented candle with a breath, and the ink immediately began to condense, and he spoke again in a steady tone: "Tell me about it." ”

As if he had been forgiven by the gods, Nellai let out a long sigh of relief, then took out the words he had prepared and began to gush on and on.

He was still a little reserved and stammering at first, but as the narration was not interrupted, he regained more and more confidence, as if this was not the Grand Master's reception room but some tavern, and described it in detail: "—After we waved goodbye to the merchant, the men came in. ”

"Oh, sir, you don't know, they attacked us, it's the worst. Sure enough, the notoriety of those big swords and dogs is not made up—" Nellai said, and he could see from his calculations that he was obviously preparing to have this incident related to the return of the Great Swordsman who had spread the rumors.

"But we've resisted, my lord, the wounds on those wounded brethren are our Medal of Honor!" he said, patting his chest, while the adjutant next to him interrupted Nelai's boasting with a frown, "To put it mildly, what about the appearance and details of those people, and how to search for their appearance?"

"Uh, this. Nailai rolled his eyes and found an explanation: "They came too fast, and they rushed over with men and horses." We didn't have time to see who it was, but three of us was right!"

"They attacked us and then ran over with the momentum of the horses in an instant, and we didn't have time to see it clearly!" he thought as he completed his words, and the Grand Master listened in silence, until he said almost this paragraph before he asked coldly, "I didn't see it clearly, so how do you know that it was the Great Swordsman?"

"Uh-" Nellai was speechless, and he continued to search his mind for words in a cold sweat, but Grand Master didn't seem to intend to give him another chance, and he continued in a steady tone, "Broken ribs, broken palms and concussions, and vocal cord frustration, and minor injuries to the rest. ”

"Which big sword is this?" The commander's steady but see-through tone made Nelai fall into an ice cellar, completely unaware that the other party had all this information in his hands.

"There are crossbow bolts nailed to the bridge deck, and this bridge is guarded by your squadron. One at 4m and two at 10m. And the wounded were all another squadron guarding the other side. ”

"I'm afraid the battle lasts more than a moment, right?" Grand Master stared at Nalai with his emerald green eyes, "How come none of you who are fighting hard are injured?"

"I-I-" The young man whose lie was exposed was at a loss, he moved his foot with a "bang-" and instinctively prepared to run away.

"Do you think that the people above are blind and can't see the matter of extorting money for the journey?"

"......" Nellai began to tremble, he turned to look out to find the way back, only to find that the doorway was blocked by two knights in full armor at some point.

"This thing. The Grand Master took something out of sight of Nellai under the ebony table, and threw it in front of him.

"Smack-"

It was a dirty coat that Mira had urgently used to wrap around their spears. Because it looked like the fabric was worth a lot, it was picked up by the squadron and planned to exchange it for money later. Somehow it fell into the hands of the Grand Master.

"You don't know what it is, do you?" said the Grand Master.

"This is the logo of the royal family of the Padrosi Empire. ”

"The person who can carry this kind of thing is obviously closely connected with the high-ranking nobles of the empire. His tone was steady, but the words sounded like thunder in Nailei's ears.

"Ahh

"You'd better hope none of those three have an accident now, or else. Grand Master did not continue, and Nellai was too shaky to utter a word. "Tsk. The adjutant looked at him with disdain, then waved his hand for the two knights to come in and carry him out.

"You're a bad laugh to scare him like that. The sound of the knight walking in full armor faded away, and the adjutant spoke, speaking to the Grand Master.

"I haven't received an official notice, so it's probably a mercenary who helps escort the relevant items, and there are no real imperial nobles accompanying me, right?"

"Hmm. The Grand Master nodded: "After all, follow this line, I don't want any accidents at this juncture." ”

"These rice buckets know that they are engaged in petty theft, and they also want to have something to do with the great swordsmen. We have no idea how much this kind of disinformation will waste us. The adjutant looked extremely disdainful: "It's the great swordsman who really wants to meet, and now there is still anyone alive in them." ”

"You're haughty, Sig. Grand Master Menisto's tone was still steady: "Let's just say that yourself, in the face of a squadron of soldiers with spears with only one sword, can you do it without killing a person?"

"And he's not wearing full-body armor yet. ”

"......" Adjutant Sig was silent.

"If you make a mistake or hesitate, you will end up in a place of no return. Menisdor sighed.

"Move quickly without leaving a trace, powerful and level-headed. We are waiting for the Dragonwing Knights to come out in great numbers, but we are searching up and down. ”

"But I couldn't find any of them. ”

"The caravan you brought back has already headed north?" the Grand Master suddenly changed the subject.

"Yes, the final pass was passed yesterday. Sieg nodded, and a few days ago he had gone to Cuihu Town to persuade that the leader of the caravan was himself.

"Then let's take our hands and follow this line to check, such a person, I just hope that he is not our enemy. ”

"The lower officer obeyed. Sigurt saluted, and Menisdor sighed again. He looked at the newly opened urgent letter on the table, and then at the half-written reply, looking a little headache.

"There's a master who likes to put himself in the wolf's mouth, us sheepdogs. ”

"It's really hard to do. ”