"You are not from the south." The sage said these words abruptly as soon as the former navigator sat down.
Alessandro was stunned for a moment, then nodded, and then shook his head: "Yes, but it's not right either."
"The East Coast is very vast, and the depth from north to south is very long. No matter how hard the first-generation immigrants from the South imitate, they can never get rid of the earthy flavor in their accents and habits."
"I am the second generation." Alessandro picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Then why did you attack?" Margaret, who was standing behind her, said with her head lowered. The man sitting in front of her had the hometown flavor familiar to the noble lady. Every move he made looked very Parnilla - it would be fine if the attackers were all outsiders. Having been born and raised here, he should have already become an authentic Padrossi talent. .
"Ah, it's the eldest lady -" Alessandro saluted her with a very frivolous and simple courtesy, as if it was a playful courtesy that soldiers would give to roadside prostitutes. Filippo frowned and put his hand on the hilt of the sword. Ferruccio held his shoulders and shook his head gently.
"Let me tell you, what do you think of this country?" Alessandro asked, but before Margaret could answer, he answered the question himself.
"From the perspective of outsiders, especially southerners who are eager to escape poverty, Padrosi is a very prosperous and powerful country."
"Free, unrestrained, and full of opportunities."
"And Parnilla is the ultimate representative of these elements - the largest commercial port on the East Coast and even in the world. As long as your heart is big enough and you have enough courage, you will have unlimited opportunities."
"It was by using such rhetoric that my parents and thousands of young people from small Lamanite countries in the south were deceived to come here."
"Dong -" "Ah -" Alessandro suddenly smashed the thick oak wine glass. Margaret, who was fascinated by the sound, was startled, while Mira frowned and walked forward. go. The former navigator raised his head and glanced at her, his eyes resting on the white hair: "I was tricked into living here, living a life worse than a pig or a dog."
"Yes, the country is prosperous, and Parnilla is the prosperity of prosperity."
"But just like any other country in the world, it has its own internal problems."
"Nowadays, the nobles above always like to blame all problems on the emperor. Many people have expressed their hatred for the emperor's incompetence in private and even in public." Alessandro glanced at Kang Standing and a group of knights led by him, the latter stood silently in a corner with a group of people, obviously he still couldn't let go of the heavy casualties a few hours ago.
"But from our point of view, you are all involved."
"But we -" "Especially you, Miss." Margaret opened her mouth to retort, but Alessandro interrupted her.
"Don't talk about the hypocritical policies of the Parnilla City Lord's Palace to subsidize the low-level people. If you have any brains, you should understand how much of it will really go into the hands of ordinary people."
"Both opportunities and freedom are just false words used by businessmen to deceive the labor force. The ecstasy they sell." The wine in the wine glass has bottomed out, but Alexander placed it there. Luo did not make any other requests. Outside, Mikhail and others were still arranging the wounded and sending out scouts to follow the rebel mercenaries. From time to time, someone ran in and reported to Constantine.
"You guys." Margaret lowered her head, grabbed the corner of her clothes and asked in a low voice, "Do you hate us?"
"Yes." Alessandro confirmed, and Margaret's shoulders trembled.
"Since the empire began to open to commerce more than a century ago, whether it is religion or other things, they have been put aside." The navigator said this, and Adolphus frowned at these words.
"Merchants who made their fortune in commerce want to gain a higher status and join the ranks of the traditional nobility, so they use funds and marriages to please the old nobility. And the aristocratic gentlemen who have tasted the sweetness are also interested in this. Out of control, through marriages and capital combinations, the nobles began to come into contact with business, using their connections and power to connect every link. After a century, it evolved into a complex and well-funded aristocratic class."
"An impenetrable barrier."
"It seems to be full of opportunities, but the outsiders who come here to make a living can only do the most menial and menial jobs. They can't stand out, and they will become slaves if they fail."
"Your great Parnilla was built with the bones of poor laborers. At least half of them are young people from the southern countries who came to pursue their dreams."
"So yes, we hate you."
"But you don't realize this, right?" Alessandro glanced at the people around him, and then a sarcastic smile appeared on his face: "You are immersed in the dream of your own unshakable authority, even we are secretly Even after all the preparations, I didn’t know anything.”
"The person who messed around behind while others were fighting the witch in front now feels very proud?!" A knight under Constantine drew his sword angrily, but he had not yet rushed to Alexander In front of Dro, his vision darkened - Henry stopped in front of him.
"What's wrong, mercenary, do you want to protect this person?" The irritable young knight's yelling made Mira and Margaret frown, and even Constantine behind him was very unhappy: " Radzivio, please go out and calm down first.” “But your Excellency—” “Get out.”
"...Yes." The knight lowered his head, and then slowly walked out of this large residential building.
"From an internal perspective, the nobles are severely divided. With financial resources and commercial connections, local nobles rely on their money and connections to support the central government." Constantine left the corner, speaking with his huge His body took heavy steps while speaking in a loud voice.
"Even if the people at the top have the idea of controlling them, the financial resources to maintain the operation of the country and feed the army must be taken from the hands of the nobles. Those who take advantage of others have short hands, and those who eat others have short mouths. If even the army is composed of major nobles They are supported by businessmen, so how can they ensure their loyalty to the royal family." "Squeak-" He stopped in front of the table and stood with Henry.
"It still seems to be prosperous, but there are signs everywhere that it is going to fall apart."
"So of course people with a keen sense of smell have noticed this. You people hiding in Parnilla are waiting for the opportunity. Bribery those who are also among the poor class and have hatred for the empire and Parnilla. , then cooperate with the dwarves, just wait for a certain opportunity to attack, and start attacking from the inside, right?" Constantine said, turning around: "Then if you think about it this way, the purpose of you people is very simple. ”
"In the operation of a commercial port city, a large amount of money comes in and out every day, so it is natural to need something like a treasury. In normal times, it must be heavily guarded. Now due to the lack of manpower due to riots, the defenders can only shrink, and the natural protection has also changed. It is weak, or it has even been captured by you."
"Is this the reason for delaying the bombardment to prevent us from entering the city?" Constantine glanced back sideways: "He used so many words that seemed to have deep hatred and resentment, and beautified himself as if he was resisting fate. , in fact, in the final analysis, it’s just for money, right?”
"Tsk—" Alessandro clicked his tongue as he was obviously hit hard. Constantine turned his head and looked at Margaret: "Don't take this kind of person's words to heart. He just hopes to make you sympathize with them and side with them. Look at what you are good at. This city that I love has been destroyed by them."
"Tap tap tap -" The sound of running footsteps was accompanied by the sound of scabbards flapping. An infantryman dressed as a scout quickly ran over: "Your Excellency, we have traced the trace -" "It's in the treasury, right? Well, since there are dwarves involved, then the rare mineral storage warehouse must also send troops." "Uh - how do you -" "Arrange the troops and prepare to set off. The troops are divided into three groups and the port is also blocked. They must be thinking Transport it away in a small boat." Constantine waved his hand, and the knights and officers immediately took action.
"Hey brother!" But before he set off, Alessandro suddenly called out.
"You and the mercenary guy here, look at their statures, they must be from Suomir." The navigator lowered his face, with a smile on his lips: "Is it really okay to choose to side with the empire?"
"There's no such thing as edge." Constantine turned around.
“In my opinion, this whole East Coast.”
"How can there be such a thing as a border?"
After saying this, he walked out and led the army to where the rebels were without looking back.
"You guy-" Alessandro's eyes widened and he couldn't say another word for a long time.
"That man is even scarier than those aristocratic businessmen. They just exploit you, but this man will skin you and use every inch of you."
"Let me tell you, you, including the eldest lady over there, you'd better not get involved in his path. Because if you become a stumbling block, he will be merciless." The navigator said this, and aside Suddenly two knights came over and stood up for him. Henry did not stop him this time. Although Mira and Margaret frowned, they did not step forward after all.
"It's really ironic. I thought you would definitely join us when I saw you were carrying that big sword, but in the end you didn't even come to the tavern." As he was being carried past Henry, Alessandro said Said so.
"Big sword?" The sage raised his eyebrows, and then stretched out his hand to ask the two knights to wait.
"Yeah, it's the one you're carrying. When you got on the ship, you caught a glimpse of the porters transporting it. You Yankees seem to call this...'Crim'?" Alessandro said. Said.
"Klemmer," Henry said.
"Yes, yes, Claymer, the legendary great sword. Rumor has it that the battle between your Suomir great sword swordsmen and the empire has been exaggerated."
"However, your own country has now banned this kind of weapon, because you are afraid of 'hurting the friendship with the empire' hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha." Alessandro smiled, but suddenly the laughter stopped abruptly.
"You are only in your twenties or thirties, and the ban on the sword was issued twenty years ago. You should have been expelled from the country after being banned, as I thought, but why do you look like you don't know anything about it? ——”
"...This is really amazing. I didn't look carefully at first. These eyes, the patterns on this sword, these series of elements add up..."
"Is the sleeping monster finally planning to turn around?"
"..." Mira stepped forward. She was another person who knew something about Henry's past. She was obviously curious.
"What's wrong, this little girl who is a disciple here, hasn't he told you about his glorious past?" There are only a few acquaintances left in the residence, including the two knights holding Alessandro. A confused look on his face.
"Among the Suomir great sword swordsmen I know who were expelled from the country and could only wander outside, such a legend was passed down by word of mouth."
"The original meaning of the name Claymore, the one it refers to, the original legendary sword-"
"I have no intention of getting involved." Henry shook his head, interrupting his next words.
"Hahaha, this is not something that can be decided by you. The big tree attracts the wind. Whether you want it or not, this series of things are destined to happen around you the moment you set foot on this land."
"I really didn't expect that I, who was in charge of recruiting troops, would have such a misguided moment and miss such a big fish."
"What an irony, hahahaha——" The two knights looked at each other and shook their heads, carrying Alessandro toward the outside, and the navigator's last laugh gradually became smaller.
"Teacher, you..." Mira walked over, her bright eyes were full of doubts, but she also knew Henry's temperament - he would judge when to make it clear, where Before, all she had to do was wait.
"..." The sage was silent for a long time. Margaret looked at them and wanted to explain something to Mira, but in the end she just stopped talking.
"After the things in Parnilla are over, let's go there." Henry said, "?" Mira didn't say anything, but looked at him with a puzzled face.
"Go to Suomir." "Ah -" Margaret's eyes sparkled next to her, and the scene she had read in the book instantly became vivid.
The white tower with the bronze bell, the endless dark green forest, the knight in the red cloak walking towards the dragon with white feathers.
An agreement was made.
The confusion in my heart disappeared in an instant for some reason. According to Alessandro's words, in the coming chaos of this country, which side should she and they choose to stand on.
Constantine had made his choice when he set out for Parnira, and he would change the country to his will. But what about Margaret? What about the other people involved in this whirlpool?
What should we do if the incompatibility of ideas becomes a stumbling block for that man on the way forward? But do you want to follow him like this? What your brother has experienced is too heavy. Even if what he thinks and does can be understood intellectually, there will always be conflicts and entanglements emotionally.
Where should they stand in this Eastern Empire that is about to change? And if the future really changes, will this country still have a place for them?
Maybe the answer is not urgent to give now.
As the navigator said, things were going to happen around Henry whether he wanted it to or not.
Of course there are bad things, but there are still people like our little Mira, Miss Margaret, and someone across the inner sea who is now a king.
Will use this person as their beacon.
Even if he is not prepared to intervene, even if he is silent. But just by existing there, there is a bright light in my heart.
[There is no road ahead in this darkness, but don’t be afraid]
[Because Claymore is a sword that can cut through everything]
[Whether it is an object that exists in the world]
[There is still a road ahead]
'Just believe it once'
'fairy tales'
