Dalton originally thought that the other party that ended up was the patrol knight. "Okay, who are they up against?"
Not just any caravan guard can get along well with the knight accompanying the caravan, one of the seven fulcrums. As soon as he saw the striped banner of the Oath Keepers, Dalton guessed that the battle would be over soon, until he recognized the traces of witchcraft in the chaos of the battlefield.
"It's a wizard," the leader told him. "A dervish wizard." His eyes were darting around.
The combination of ascetics and wizards points to an unexpected answer. "People from the Silent School?" The guard captain himself didn't quite believe it.
"That's true, sir. We have no idea when the Silent School sent people into the town. The detection station showed no response to this."
How do you expect them to react? A group of ring-level people who have not yet transferred to other professions wanted to find the wizards of the school who had been hidden deliberately. Fortunately, they failed! Who knows what these ascetics want to do? Fortunately, the patrol team was clear-headed and did not directly intervene in such a mysterious incident. "Inform the lord and Sir Laurent Vig," Dalton ordered. "By the way, notify my adjutant to bring some men." The patrol knights in Beacon Town were not useful. He knew what these people were.
As a result, the other party's evaluation of himself was completely opposite to Dalton's. The team leader was still asking: "Then what are we going to do, Lord Dalton?"
"Others, get rid of all the idiots watching the show! Commoners, adventurers, and nightingales from the newspaper office. Do you want the conflict to expand? Do you still want me to teach you about this kind of thing?"
Looking at the back of the patrol leader who left dejectedly, Dalton was thinking about something that had nothing to do with him. What are the ascetics of the Silent School doing here? The caravan from the Oath Keepers Alliance came all the way, so why did it conflict with them? The Witch of Fate in the Tower is resting in her room at Wavesound Castle. Did she foresee these things? There have been so many mysterious creatures coming to Eastman lately... and there are no answers to these questions. But no matter what, he must stop the fighting, otherwise riots will sweep through the town. Dalton has no doubt that the battle between the two mysterious pivots will have such consequences.
He whipped his horse whip fiercely and rushed into the melee. At the same time, he shouted loudly: "Stop!" He released his usual restraints and let the fire be active. A dark purple color flowed on the blade, and the guy closest to him turned his head and froze in place for an instant.
Happily, when he conveyed the mystery of the high ring to the caravan guards and dervishes, they all received the warning and stopped. The captain of the guard could find expressions of astonishment on the faces of these mysterious creatures. Didn’t expect Knights Bay to have a high ring? Now you have met one.
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When returning to the palace, the convoy encountered a riot.
Lawrence Norman spent a lot of time on this, but he could not get angry at the Sheriff of the Royal Capital. Most of their manpower was concentrated on the White Tower, bearing the brunt of the terrifying wave of magic. They are just guards who have received some simple training and blessings. It is simply a joke to ask them to be as brave and skillful as the palace knights. What's more, it wasn't just ordinary refugees who attacked the Wang family's motorcade. He never imagined that the tower's "Lion" would be so brutal in its search methods that adventurers in the entire Dongcheng District were protesting fiercely.
"These mud-legged guys are really lawless!" a certain rider shouted. "How dare you offend the Queen's flag. Have they forgotten their honor?"
"Adventurers have a ghostly honor." Someone said.
The previous riots were started by a few refugees, and then intensified, drawing on idle young people and lawless elements on the streets. Petty nobles and merchants complained that the blockade of the bazaars was taking too long, while workers cried out about rising prices. Passing adventurers heard the news and joined them, hoping that the bars and brothels that had been forced to close would reopen. All of this is the result of "Lion" Ronald Zachary's request for the City Guard to help search for the missing apprentice. However, so far, the target has not even been seen.
Norman is here for this purpose, trying to persuade the guests in the White Tower to find another way to find people. He didn't understand why the Lion insisted on keeping an eye on Iron Claw City, and he didn't understand why the Sky Tower, which claimed to be able to "observe Knox", couldn't even find a lost apprentice. The other party undoubtedly didn't care about the feelings of Queen Flavia and the entire Royal Capital Security Bureau, and it was even less likely to care about the livelihood of ordinary civilians. But in any case, it is a stupid way to continue the blockade investigation, and the Queen convened an emergency meeting. The nobles in the court rarely reached a consensus and believed that the tower messenger could never be allowed to continue to behave like this.
It's just that it's easy to make a decision, but difficult to implement it. Just as Norman was about to explain the situation with tactful persuasion, he turned back and the boundary of the riot was almost close to the White Tower. It seems that the people have their own ideas, and they also don't care about the Queen's attitude.
"I thought we would die in the White Tower," someone whispered, unaware that Sir Norman was listening to their conversation. "Don't you feel it? That kind of fatal threat is like a sword on the scalp. I don't want to come here again in my life."
"It's not a shame. Everyone thinks the same as you. The Sky Realm. The Sky Realm can easily destroy Iron Claw City, or any city. My mother was originally from the West. She once witnessed the vast mysterious fire falling from the sky. Burn the fortress to ashes.”
"Who did your mother see? The fire-breathing hell demon, or the fire god Surte?"
"If it were them, you would be talking to a ghost right now." His companion became annoyed. "My mother asked me to stay away from people who were talking nonsense. And what she saw at the time was the Gray Messenger." These words made the speaker angry. Got more ridicule.
The owner of this voice was familiar to Norman. Viscount Varin is not only the nephew of Finance Minister Olli Friedtjof, but also the childhood friend of the prince's eldest son, Ister. Norman originally wanted to train him as the prince's assistant, but later he had to use him as a palace knight. It turns out that some people are born with no brains. Ser Valin was a man of age, and his only ability was to listen to his mother as if he were still nursing from her breast. Every knight in the court had secretly laughed at him. In Norman's opinion, it is better to listen less to what women say.
"As far as I know, the Gray Emissary died during the War of the Saints. Your mother was not yet born at that time." Someone pointed out Viscount Valin's mistake.
"She won't lie to me," Varin Fridtjov insisted.
If he mentioned his mother again, I would tell him to go home. Norman thought. Perhaps because of dry mouth, the knights stopped talking too much, and Valin did not continue to embarrass his family. After returning to Dragon's Cave Castle, Norman handed over the knights to his adjutant Eret and went to see Prince Ister alone.
The singing was soft, passing through the thick nanmu door. Apart from the bedroom, the most familiar place to Norman in the castle was His Highness the Prince's study. He opened the door, and Istel Talbot was holding a wine glass and enjoying the music played by the singer. The waitress brought him desserts and vanilla tea.
He was leaning on a sofa made of brown-red fabric, with one arm folded across his chest, and his heroic long cloak hung on a hanger. In Norman's eyes, although his posture at this moment cannot be said to be serious, it does not lose the royal style. A large part of the reason for this is that he inherited the appearance of His Majesty the late King - Norman remembered that Watson II had a pair of majestic eyes and high brow bones, which made the nose bridge line look less abrupt. Easter's Wiggins bloodline only affected his eyebrows and mouth, and even his personality was similar to that of the late king, allowing Norman to easily see the shadow of the late king in him.
The harp strings were slowly plucked, and the musicians sang the next chapter. The dancer swayed her waist, and her gauze skirt was studded with gems. The room is covered with curtains, and the candlelight is not half as bright as the night pearl.
"Sir Norman." The eldest son invited him to sit down and enjoy afternoon tea. "You are back a little late."
"I encountered some minor troubles on the road, so I had to temporarily take over the duties of the patrolling knights." Norman replied. "People like to get to the bottom of the problem and attribute the problem to a certain cause. It seems that this can simplify the processing process. My suggestion is to build a bridge on the city wall." Hang the heads of two more adventurers instead of expecting the lions to take away all the trouble."
Easter smiled nonchalantly. "Did the lion agree to leave?"
"He agreed, as long as we help find that damn apprentice." Norman looked away from the dancer. He could tell that the girl was still a virgin.
"The City Guard has been helping."
"But our Lord the Lion only wants results. It is said that the lost apprentice is his relative, a lion man from Sunset Grassland. God knows the tower is still connected with them."
"In fact, the relationship between them is deeper than we imagined." The prince said. His eyes were actually the blue of the Wiggins family, but the expression inside was not as weak as his mother's, and seemed to be wiser than the late king. "'Lion' Ronald Zachary was once a member of the royal family of lions and had a place in the Oath Keepers Alliance. But he was a lustful man and not very smart. He actually hunted Queen Sita's head while hunting for beauty. Up."
Norman didn't know where his story came from, but Easter didn't explain. The prince continued: "Then he left the alliance and joined Croita's destiny gathering alone. Everything during this period may be more complicated than what we see, but I believe that no matter what, His Excellency the Lion's romantic habits will not let us down. Yes. Sir Norman, we can guess the reason why he left Chloe."
"I never get to the bottom of it," Norman said. "Whatever the reason is, it would be nice if he was willing to leave Eastman."
"It seems that the problem lies with the missing apprentice. Oh, Sir, shouldn't I be apportioning responsibility like this?"
Norman pretended not to hear the last sentence. "That apprentice is just a member of his race."
"It's not just a member of the same clan." The prince concluded, "There must be some secret in her body that makes the Sky Tower so nervous."
