The prince threw the report away. "Disappeared?"
"Maybe I just lost the trace temporarily." Norman comforted. But I'm afraid this answer is not what the prince wants. Only he knew why the prince was angry.
Although the School of Silence shares the same belief as Eastman, the guarantee of the mysterious fulcrum is completely inconsistent with the situation of cavalry mobilization. Except for Queen Flavia, no one in the royal party dares to completely let go of the whereabouts of the ascetics and cross knights. Now the spies sent to Knight's Bay are stuck, and Nightingale, who is looking for the apprentices in the tower, has found nothing. "The news is that there was a conflict in Beacon Town, so Tide Sound Castle will carefully investigate the town. Then some of the people from the Silent School returned to the Garden of Flowing Waters, while others took the ladder outside the Krokan base station. .Maybe they went to the Northland."
"Or just leave? That's the best! My brother wants these ascetics to get out of his little mud nest." He was annoyed for a while and picked up the paper again. "Where is the palace knight? Lost him too?"
"They didn't dare follow," Norman pointed out.
"Not all knights have high level, but none of my men have it." Ister complained, "Then when did the night elves come?"
Not to mention the prince, even Norman couldn't help but ask his adjutant Kurus, but the latter said he had no knowledge of it. "A long time ago. But becoming a Knight Commander of the High Circle is probably a recent thing, Your Highness." He should be happy that a palace knight has gained entry, but a night elf... let alone a subordinate of Earl Herne.
"In any case, it's better than no one. It seems that we have to let DeWitt send people to keep an eye on these restless mysterious creatures. By the way, whose territory is the Garden of Flowing Water now?"
"It's Sir Ispen Glonion." Norman was very impressed by this riverside lord.
"It's not trustworthy anyway." Wang eldest son waved his hand. "I remember this man. I don't know if he has finished his wheat."
Probably not, otherwise he would come to me again and ask for it. "I'll let him know," Norman said. The identity of Earl DeWitthorn was not a secret among the royal party. Norman sometimes worried about this, but Easter gave him trust and pressure, so he said nothing. What's more, Dalton is different from DeWitt. It was not without reason that Norman personally selected this night elf as the bodyguard to the Lord of Knight's Bay. Besides, the queen’s time is still long, maybe it’s Philolis I should be worried about...
"Is there anything else I've missed to consider, ser?"
Norman came to his senses. It was too hot in the study, so the eldest son Wang went to the window and fiddled with the latch. "Your Majesty the Lion has left. It's a pity that he doesn't take the stairs." Easter said, "There is nothing we can do. If it has anything to do with the tower, I'm afraid you don't have to think about it anymore."
"No, I'm thinking about Her Highness the Princess." He told the truth. "She fell down the stairs again today."
"I think this is the reason why His Majesty was unable to go to court today. To be honest, it was an excuse. Where are Marianne and Edusa?"
"They accompanied His Majesty to the suburbs." Fortunately, His Majesty has three maids. "Only Mibell is taking care of Her Highness Philolis." Norman shouldn't know this information, but Gurnot asked him to go to Dragon's Cave Castle this morning and asked the chief magician of the palace to strengthen the railings in the princess's room.
"My sister always thought it would make her stronger," Easter quipped. Thank God, he finally had a smile on his face.
"You have to pay attention to the limit when exercising." Regarding the future of Her Royal Highness the Princess, Norman hopes that she can become a cute and innocent good child, just like her mother, who does not need to govern the kingdom anyway... rather than like Tracy Wiggins. A headache.
"You seem to have something to say, ser. You don't need to hesitate in my presence."
"It's Madame Touraine. She's missing."
"Who is this woman?"
"It looks like she was a female official who worked in the palace for many years, but suddenly disappeared." Norman told him, "But she is actually the widow of a certain legionary knight."
"Oh, how old is she?"
"Over sixty, just a human being."
"A mortal at this age would probably be extremely old." Wang eldest son said, "Have you ever searched her home? Where are her children?"
"She is a foreigner and has been living in Dragon Cave Castle. I asked Kurus to investigate. Her son died of illness a year ago and did not marry a wife."
"Well, since the tower messenger went on a hunt for people in the city, there have been a lot more lost people in the relief station. Now the servants are also starting to get lost in the castle. On the bright side, do you think this lady will leave on her own? ?"
"She has nowhere to go, Your Highness, so she will not escape quietly." Norman did not find any record of this lady leaving Dragon's Cave Castle. There is almost no chance that she died in the chaos in the city. "She has no enemies in the palace who have conflicts beyond quarrels."
Easter sighed. "I've never been good at finding people." He tilted his head, "What do you think happened to Mrs. Turan, sir?"
No need to ask at all. "I'm worried that some people won't be able to defeat our knights on the battlefield, so they will have to turn to women and children," he replied. "The remnants of Motog, or the Bures."
"It's such a mess. Could it be that even Dragon's Cave Castle is not safe? What about the few wizards from the school who stayed behind? Did they catch up on the work assigned by us while they were on vacation from the School of Silence?"
"I have asked them for help, but the result is still missing." One lazy guy even concluded that she left on her own and was still alive. This is not logical at all. "The astrologers at the detection station believe that nothing serious happened to Mrs. Turan. They say that she is still at Dragon's Nest Castle."
"I'm afraid that's a relative term. Maybe she's underground," Easter pointed out, but Norman found his eyebrows furrowing uneasily. He thought so himself, and the two answers were not completely conflicting. "Leave this matter to you, Sir. If there are more... knight family members missing, I will arrange for more people to be dispatched with you. There is also the Security Bureau. I will ask Valin to go to the city later and tell them that the queen wants these losers. Be on guard."
"The most important thing is Dragon's Cave Castle." Norman will not forget this place. "I have reinforced the guardrail of Her Royal Highness, but Your Highness also needs someone to protect you, and it is best not to use palace knights." Most of the palace knights Coming from the Legion of Swords, it’s time to find a way to balance things out.
"Then let the wizard from the school come." Wang eldest son understood what the "guardrail" in his mouth meant. A row of migratory birds migrated across the sky, heading north to Pulin. The clouds are like a long river, winding to the end of the city. He closed the window and stared at the White Tower in the distance through the glass. "It all started with Chloe." Norman listened to Easter's complaints.
"This should be the responsibility of the School of Silence." He said half-jokingly. "At least we can punish Forest. It is said that the Archbishop was paid special attention to by the Lion for some reasons, so that he did not dare to go home at night. .Strange, has he ever offended Ronald Zachary?"
"Maybe it was because he was unhappy. Anyway, the lion finally left. The witch stayed happily in the bay. It seems that my brother is lucky."
The lights in the study were turned off after Norman left, and the prince leaned on the couch and closed his eyes to rest. He gently closed the door and then triggered the magic pattern on the handle. Unless Ister opens the door in person, the assassin, no matter where he is, will have no choice but to return in vain in the face of absolute mystery. He turned the corner and happened upon Ser Valin, and relayed the order of the eldest son of the king to him.
The queen quickly returned to Dragon's Nest Castle with her attendants, without asking Norman to see her. But there are still many things that need to be decided by the leader of the royal party, so that the work of tracing the whereabouts of the missing people begins in the middle of the night. He put on his long nightgown and stepped on the carpet with his bare feet. The magic patterns slowly rotated, providing weak heat.
Before reporting the situation to the eldest son of the king, Ister, Norman had already conducted a moderate investigation into the disappearance of Mrs. Touraine. This is what he should do. Except for Nightingale from other countries, no one in the entire Iron Claw City cares more about the status of the members of the Sword Legion than he does. If anyone thought time could take away this attention, he would let them know where they were wrong. I am the legion commander after all. Norman thought as he opened the drawer, waiting for the familiar light to light up...
...A stream of gray smoke spurted out, and a strange aroma instantly filled the room. Norman was startled. This is a little trick he left behind to warn someone when someone sneaks in. Therefore, the great magician is not too worried about assassins' sneak attacks unless the opponent is also of high level.
"Damn it." He never thought that someone would be so bold and dare to break into his room. The smoke was dispersed, Norman injected a little magic into the magic pattern, and then pushed the drawer back.
Blurred light and shadow were quickly reflected on the table, and a round bright spot appeared in the skewed square. It was probably the sun; the colors were jagged outside the lines, but when the odd taupe humanoid outline broke into view, Norman couldn't ignore it. The figure gradually expanded, putting down the obstructive hood and rummaging in the bedroom.
Although only distorted patches can be seen in the magical reflection, anyone who has lived in Dragon Cave Castle for a long time can identify his identity by the color of his hair and his bloated body. "Mrs. Turan?" He didn't know that things would go so smoothly. Could it be that she really left on her own? Is she a nightingale? This was ridiculous, Norman knew that her husband had served as an archer in the Legion of Swords, and she herself was a descendant of a certain knight. If Motog's remnants and Brestatik's spy candidates were all of this type, Eastman would have ceased to exist long ago.
He stared at the figure carefully tidying up the room, returning furniture and books to their original places. Mrs. Turan returned empty-handed, and nothing was taken from the house. What on earth is she looking for in me? The whole thing is confusing. Norman watched the image extinguish and disappear seriously, and suddenly felt that the follow-up arrangements for the eldest son Wang might have to start in advance.
