"Russling--" The light shines in from the high window and reflects on the polished fine ebony table, giving the dust-free surface a marble-like smoothness. The hand wearing two platinum rings held a white quill with a mithril tip in a textbook-like posture. After dipping it in the ink bottle, he quickly started writing on the paper.
The scented candle used to heat the ink gave off a faint fragrance, and after a while of writing beautiful conjoined characters, he clicked on a few punctuation marks. Both the font and the pen-holding posture showed the writer's full education - he finished writing this paragraph, then raised his hand to dip it in ink, and was about to continue writing, when an inappropriate voice sounded at this moment: " That...sir——"
The man stopped writing and frowned slightly.
He reached out to pick up the silver wine glass placed aside. Due to the movement, the sapphire blue velvet cloak with gold edges slid to the side. He raised his hand and took a sip of the wine in the glass before turning his eyes to the other side. The man standing on the ground.
"That's it, you -" The dirty young man was wearing a linen shirt and woolen pants. He felt very uncomfortable even breathing in such an exquisite room filled with valuable items everywhere. He tried hard to find the words, but the words he said still seemed rustic due to lack of education: "I have been standing for two hours, can you listen to me?"
He didn't even know how to express humility by saying "I'm here", and he was too eager to ask for a response from the superior. This kind of loss of decency and etiquette made the decent middle-aged man's slightly frowned brows get even wider. tight.
Before he could speak, another person who had been standing silently next to him scolded him: "Bold, can't you see that the leader is working? The leader has been working on paperwork all night. He is so busy and hardworking. If he hadn't heard that this was an important matter, I won’t take the time to meet you.”
"But what is this? What do you think of yourself and dare to urge the adults to put down the work at hand? You are tired after just standing for two hours. You are a loser!" This man wearing slim-fitting upper-class clothes obviously also belongs to the knight class. Judging from the badge on his chest, he looks like an adjutant. The regiment leader waited for him to finish reprimanding and then raised his hand. The adjutant immediately shut up, stepped back and stood with his back straight as if he were a statue.
"I -" the young man opened his mouth and instinctively tried to argue, but after realizing the gap in status, he shut his mouth in horror: "I'm sorry, adults." He couldn't find the words, and put his short hair aside The leader, who had combed his hair, put the quill beside him, and because the sun was rising and the temperature was rising, he took off his velvet cloak and placed it on the chair. Then he took another sip of the wine in the glass before speaking slowly.
"You mean someone broke in and injured one of your people?" After taking off his velvet cloak, the only person sitting in the room was fully clothed. The tight and slim figure has a dark blue coat with gold and silver buttons on the chest and forearms, and a solid gold brooch tied to the left chest is painted with wings, comets and the lily of the valley representing the Suomir royal family. For those who recognize these symbols, The identity is ready to be revealed in his eyes.
This is the pinnacle of the Suomir Kingdom's military force today, the noble cavalry directly under the royal family and the church, and the grand leader of the Dragon Wing Knights.
"Yes -" The majesty of the superior made this young soldier who had had conflicts with Henry and the others no longer look arrogant in front of the three of them. He looked as frightened as a kitten who had just been adopted into a strange family. He was so honest that he didn't even dare to leave the place where he stood, for fear that he would be whipped by the knights if he stepped on the ground even more.
Even the rude words I just spoke were because my legs and feet were really swollen after standing for two hours.
The social class in Suomir is extremely strict, and those in the lower ranks are not allowed to complain if they are left alone. This is a threat from the other side, and the young soldiers understand this. The gangsters who are struggling in society are rude to people of the same class because they feel that they have a backer behind them. For the aristocracy, especially those military officers who have the privilege of killing first and reporting later, they will perfectly interpret what it means to be a man with your tail between your legs.
People with a strong temper may ridicule that this is bullying, but at least this can prevent you from unexplainedly ending up with corpses lying separately in a cold corner.
No matter how decent and polite they seem, these nobles.
But they all kill without blinking an eye.
The nearly 40-year-old grand leader fell silent again. The young soldier began to feel at a loss again. After being scolded by the adjutant, his nerves became even more tense. At this time, he began to regret his decision more and more in his heart.
This is a common routine used by gangsters and gangsters, and it has not changed before or after joining the army. If a companion is beaten, he must stir up trouble and take revenge to get the situation back.
But the soldiers are like a piece of scattered sand. They alone do not have such a big face to mobilize the soldiers in the entire Talwar-Suta area. So the genius like him naturally came up with the idea to slightly modify the story and then report it to his superiors to attract attention.
If the upper-class nobles issued an order requiring soldiers across the country to search for those three people, they would have no chance of escaping.
This plan was supposed to be perfect, but even he didn't expect that it would receive such attention, so much so that the grand leader himself personally received him, a little-known pawn. Under the unexpected incident, he was as stiff as if he was being stared at by an ancient predator, and he couldn't even breathe smoothly.
Slightly different from the outside world's understanding, the acrimonious relationship between the garrison infantry and the knights in Talwa-Sutta is actually one-sided.
Those who supported the Great Swordsman's position and those who refused to obey the discipline were basically dealt with. This relationship is just that the Dragon Wing Knights unilaterally look down on these lower-level infantry, and the attitude of the infantry is not so much hostility, but rather fear mixed with a little envy and jealousy.
A mere pawn, and above him were a large number of officers from the infantry, and then higher up were the members of the noble knights. At the pinnacle of power in the entire Talwa-Sutta region is the grand leader of the Dragon Wing Knights named His Excellency Sir Weimar Veriyu Manisto, who is sitting in front of him.
Being received directly, bypassing the large and small officers and ordinary members of the Knights, is like ordinary people suddenly being invited by Her Majesty the Queen to have afternoon tea together. Obviously, it will only make the subordinates feel at a loss and feel flattered.
He didn't dare to raise his head to look at the other person's color, feeling that his torso, head, and limbs were not where they should be. At this moment, he interrupted the other party's writing and the regimental leader remained silent. I wonder if he was angry. The young soldier couldn't stand or sit down, and he couldn't find a posture that felt reasonable. He was sweating profusely, and the pain in his legs and feet was not that important at this time.
"Tsk, incompetent." The man's cowardly and frightened look was completely concealed. The adjutant beside him spoke a disdainful tone from the corner of his mouth, but he just hung his head and did not dare to refute at all.
"Nalei, is that right?" Mainisto asked, and the soldier he called kept nodding. The grand leader blew out the scented candle and the ink immediately began to condense, and he spoke again in a steady tone: "Tell me."
As if he had received forgiveness from the gods, Naile finally breathed a long sigh of relief, then took out his prepared speech and began to narrate endlessly.
He was still a little reserved and stuttering at first, but later as the narration was not interrupted, he regained more and more confidence, as if this was not the reception room of the grand leader but a tavern somewhere, describing in detail: "— —After we waved goodbye to that family of businessmen, those few people rushed over."
"My lord, you don't know. They attacked us. They are simply the worst kind of bastards. Sure enough, the bad reputation of those big sword bastards was not made up -" Nile said this, and his calculations can be seen in just a few words. Apparently he was planning to connect this matter with the rumored return of the Great Swordsman.
"But we resisted vigorously, sir. The injuries on those injured brothers are our medals of honor!" He said as he patted his chest, while the adjutant next to him frowned and interrupted Nile's boast. : "To tell the important point, what about the appearance and details of those people? How can we search for them without even their appearance?"
"Uh, this." Naile rolled his eyes and then found an excuse: "They came too fast, and they rushed over with people and horses. We didn't have time to see clearly who they were, but in short, there were three people. Incorrect!"
"They sneak-attacked us and then ran over in an instant with the momentum of the horses. We didn't even have time to see clearly!" He was thinking while supplementing his words, and the grand leader listened in silence until he said this After a paragraph was almost finished, he suddenly asked: "If you didn't see clearly, how did you know it was a great swordsman?"
"Uh--" Naile was speechless. He continued to search for words in his mind with a cold sweat on his face, but the grand leader seemed not to give him another chance. He continued in a steady tone: "Ribs, Broken palms and concussions, as well as vocal cord contusions, and several others suffered minor injuries.”
"What kind of sword is this made of?" The leader's steady but discerning tone made Nai Lai feel like he was falling into an ice cellar. He had no idea that the other party had all this information in his hands.
"There are still crossbow bolts nailed to the bridge, at the bridge entrance where your squadron is guarding. There is one at 4 meters and two at 10 meters. And the injured are all from another squadron guarding the other side."
"I'm afraid the battle lasted for more than just a moment, right?" The captain stared at Nai Lai with his emerald green eyes: "How come no one of you was injured when you resisted so hard?"
"I-I-" The young man whose lie was exposed was at a loss. He moved his feet with a "squeak--" and instinctively prepared to run away.
"Do you think the people above you are blind and can't see the matter of extorting tolls?"
"..." Naile began to tremble. He turned around and looked outside to find a way out, but found that the door had been blocked by two knights wearing full body armor at some point.
"This thing." The chief took out something from under the ebony table where Nai Lai couldn't see it, and then threw it in front of him.
"Snapped--"
It was a dirty horse jacket that Mira had used urgently to wrap around their spear shafts. Because the fabric seemed to be valuable, someone from the squadron picked it up and planned to exchange it for money later. Somehow it fell into the hands of the Grand Master.
"You don't know what this is, do you?" the leader continued.
"This is the symbol of the royal family of the Padrosi Empire."
"A person who can carry such a thing is obviously closely connected with the high-level nobles of the empire." His tone was calm, but these words sounded like thunder in Nile's ears.
"Ah——" "Boom——" Naile's legs went limp and he collapsed on the ground.
"You'd better hope that nothing happens to any of the three people now, otherwise." The leader did not continue, but Nile was shaking so hard that he couldn't say a word. "Tsk." The adjutant looked at him with disdain, then waved his hands for the two knights to come in and take him out.
"It's really a bad idea of you to scare him like that." The sound of the armored knight walking faded away, and the adjutant spoke up and said to the grand leader.
"I haven't received a formal notification. I guess they are just mercenaries helping to escort the relevant items. There are no real imperial nobles accompanying them, right?"
"Yes." The grand leader nodded: "After all, let's follow this line to trace it. I don't want any accidents at this juncture."
"These idiots only know how to engage in petty theft and want to have a relationship with the Great Swordsman. They have no idea how much manpower and material resources this kind of false information will waste." The adjutant looked extremely disdainful: "What we are really going to encounter is a big swordsman." Swordsman, where are any of them alive now?"
"You're a bit arrogant, Sig." Commander Mainisdo's tone was still calm: "Let's talk about yourself. When you only hold a sword and face a squadron of soldiers with spears, how can you do it without any hesitation? Kill?"
"And he's not wearing full body armor."
"..." Adjutant Sig was silent.
"If you make a slight mistake or hesitate, you will end up in a desperate situation." Manisto sighed.
"He moves quickly without leaving traces, has strong combat power, and has a cool mind. We have many outstanding people in the Dragon Wing Knights, but we are searching high and low for such talents."
"But I can't find any."
"The caravan you brought back has gone north?" The head of the group suddenly changed the subject.
"Yes, we passed the final hurdle yesterday." Sig nodded. A few days ago, he went to Green Lake Town to persuade the leader of the caravan.
"Then take your hands off and follow this line to check. We just hope that such people are not our enemies."
"I obey." Sig saluted, and Manisto sighed again. He looked at the newly opened urgent letter on the table, and then looked at his half-written reply, appearing to have a headache.
"We sheepdogs have a master who likes to put themselves in the mouths of wolves."
"It's really difficult to handle."
