He had just woken up from his dream and was shocked to realize that the scenery outside the window had stopped changing. The ship stopped. When is it? Why didn't anyone notify me? He was alert in his heart.
Until Andrew Stone came knocking. "My Lord," the guard said, "the side cabin of the ship is leaking and there is a problem with the mast. The captain ordered the ship to be stopped for rest."
"What time has it been?"
"The sun has just come out." Andrew shrugged, "I don't know the details. Do you want me to bring the captain for questioning, sir? He just shouted to get off the boat."
"Oh, you stopped him, right?"
The mercenary bowed dramatically. "Of course, it's his responsibility to stop the ship. My people caught the scoundrel and are just waiting for you to wake up."
DeWitt didn't feel his thoughtfulness at all. "Why don't you just wake me up?" He was relieved to know that the situation on the ship was still under control, but the early morning scare left him unsettled. "Give me a basin and salt," he ordered.
By the time the count had cleaned himself up, the sky was already bright. The white candles in the corridor of the cabin were only as short as knuckles. There was a damp smell and smoke floating in the air, and the particles were distinct in the sunlight. This is the trace of the God of Dawn, DeWitt thought to himself. The sea people and people living by the sea believe in Him, and the captain is no exception. My people believe that the morning light guides the voyagers, but the spirit that protects the ships is actually Ethel, the Maiden of the Shallow Sea, the daughter of the morning god. A daughter has no power and people will not praise her. But I am the son of the queen, the son of the queen and the king of Qianhai.
The captain had his arms tied by Dillon and was kneeling on the right side of the deck, with several sailors not far from him. Wittek, captain of DeWitt's bodyguard, was chatting and laughing with Dillon while pressing grass blades into his pipe. Seeing the count, the group's voices only dropped slightly.
"Sir!" The captain's attitude became much more intense. He seemed to see a savior. "My lord, I am innocent! I had to stop the ship!"
"It's not up to you to decide." DeWitt's original plan was to sail all the way to Knights Bay. Since the Harvest Moon, the Gorge's period of peace has been short and disorderly, with occasional storms. The Frost Moon is coming soon, when many river sections will freeze into ice, and boats will have to take detours. He didn't want to delay on the road. "The bottom of the boat is leaking, huh? What's going on!"
"After the Gulf War, there have been ice floes in the lower reaches of the Golden Bird River from time to time. I have tried my best to avoid it." The captain complained, "But sailing at night is inevitably risky... The undercurrent carried a sharp ice pick towards us, too fast. ...Due to the speed limit, the Seabird was unable to escape. But it was the first mate who was on duty at night, not me!"
DeWitt didn't care who was at the helm when it happened. In the eyes of the earl, everyone on the Seabird, from the captain to the sailors, were low-class businessmen who could only handle broken wooden boats. Even this, they were reluctant. However, this is the best service that the people under his rule can provide him. A real warship cannot secretly transport the lord to and from the royal city.
He just had to show generosity. The most important thing is that if he wants to complete the second half of the voyage and return to Knights Bay, he needs a captain. Humph, we'll settle the score when we get back. "If there's a leak, fix it. If the mast is broken, fix it. But I'm concerned about another thing: before giving the order to stop the ship, you'd better think carefully about who is giving the order. This is Which pier?"
"The dock of Silverdome City, sir." The captain replied quickly, "It's still some distance from Knight's Bay, but not too far. This is the territory of the Timir family."
Anrem Timil, Earl of Silverdome City, is a member of the royal party, but only in name. In terms of distance, Silver Peak City is too far from the royal capital and closer to Knight's Bay and Four-leaf Territory. In terms of status, the Timir family was the founder of the country and produced a queen. However, after the death of the great first monarch and the frequent invasions of the Sea Tribe, Timir never entered the center of the court again.
Now Count Anrem Timir is not in the city, and he was invited to attend the meeting in the royal capital. Fortunately he wasn't there. DeWitt suspected that the Earl of Silverdome would not welcome him, especially after seeing him bring his daughter to the palace. Knight's Bay is closer to Silverdome City, but Anrem has never visited once.
In this case, he doesn't need to go to Timil's house to join in the fun. "I'll give you two hours." DeWitt said, "We must arrive at Knights Bay tonight."
The captain was shocked: "This is impossible! It will take a long time to repair the hole, sir.
, if you want to sail at full speed, you must repair the mast..."
"How long do you want?"
"At least one day, preferably three--"
"Half a day." DeWitt ordered the guy to be thrown off the ship, and sent Wittek to guard him personally to prevent him from escaping. The sailors were silent, and Dillon urged them again and again before they went to work. I'm almost used to people resisting my orders, he thought to himself.
Rather than spend half a day waiting on the boat, DeWitt would rather keep his feet on the ground. He took his guards off the boat and opened an open space around the dock. The fishermen left reluctantly, and some even dared to stare, as if they couldn't understand the situation. This bunch of losers should respect the people who are in charge of their fishing destiny.
"I have to add some tax on the fish." DeWitt said to Andrew, "otherwise the world will be peaceful for a long time, and these low-class people making a living on the boat will be more than wild cats."
"Please feel free to do as you like." Andrew twisted his lips, "I'm not a fisherman. This is none of my business."
When you want to eat fish, you will remember what I said today. The tax changes in Knights Bay will affect all aspects. DeWitt knows very well that a word from the ruler can often change the lives of thousands of people. My aunt told me that a single move affects the whole body.
He looked at the river bank behind him. Autumn leaves turned into yellow and red waves. The long pebble embankment shone like gems. Under the shadow of a row of wild geese, fish chased each other. The fisherman stretched out his arms and pulled the water net. When he returned home with a full load, DeWitt still stared at the river and did not move for a long time.
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"Sir?" Andrew became impatient.
"Can you swim?" asked the Count.
"Of course you can." The mercenary smiled, "There are no Bay people who can't swim. In fact, everyone is born to be able to swim. When my father was giving his brother a bath, he threw him in as a baby. Entering the basin, hoping that my uncle would drown so that he could get more of my grandfather's property, but the baby floated in the basin on his own, ruining his plan. It is said that my grandfather beat him up and kicked him out. I have to leave the family. Otherwise, I have to be a knight." He laughed to himself. "From then on, if I want to drown anyone, I will remember to bind the stones."
DeWitt had never been in water in his life, but he knew he wouldn't drown, even if he was tied up with rocks. If someone wants to kill me, they will probably remember to find another way. Sometimes he held his breath and could feel the organs under his skin slowly coming to life, exchanging air. What is the perspective of a fish looking up from underwater? Is it possible that it realizes that what it is chasing is just an out-of-reach reflection?
Auntie said everyone would remember DeWitt's origins. The Royal Party, Ister, the Western Party, Queen Flavia, they consciously or unconsciously remembered the differences of this prince. But their combined concern for his origins was less than DeWitt's own. He tried his best to ignore it, but it backfired.
I'm going the wrong way. The count finally understood. What I chase is the reflection of the crown in my mind. If you want Eastman, you cannot count on the support of the aristocracy. I don't have to pay attention to them at all, I am the blood of the ocean. When the kingdom falls into turmoil again, and when the brave sea people move up the Golden Bird River and destroy the walls and houses on the land, the Eastman people will remember who the king they really need is.
The royalists will call me a traitor, DeWitt thought. But the ignorant people may not chant my name and pray that I will bring them peace. Then they will place the crown on my head. King Herne. Hearn I. He couldn't deny that he had looked forward to that moment. There's no end to compromises with the nobles, and if you sell them out, you'll get a good price. "Have you ever considered?" the Count said to Andrew, "that I might cause a disaster."
They were talking about taxes just now. So the mercenary replied: "It's none of my business, sir."
"This disaster will make you rise to the top and become the king's bodyguard."
"Ha, if this day comes, I'm sure I'm the one!"
Is it? DeWitt couldn't help but smile. He decided to let this person change the chamber pot for the king after it was done. The Stone family will be the aristocracy among the scavengers, ruling the toilets of the country. This almost fits the position of a mercenary.
"We'll wait on board," he told Andrew. "Let Dillon go get more supplies. We won't stop at Knight's Bay." Although the Seabird is a small ship, it can also sail out to sea. "Follow the river into the sea of song."
Andrew was surprised: "Going to sea?"
"Do as I say and go!" If you dare to question me again, you won't even be able to clean the toilet. "Let Dillon..."
...But the captain's attendant arrived first and brought a message from his master. "The craftsman who repaired the ship has been found, sir. It is expected that the work will start within half an hour." He said as he ran.
This was good news, but it did not please the Count. "Start working immediately." DeWitt ordered, and the attendant ran closer. I'll have to find a captain who can sail far, maybe I'll find one when I pass through Knight's Cove. "Find everyone back, I want to find them immediately..."
He watched as the other person raised his arm, and a smooth, slender sword blade protruded from his sleeve. He subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it, but it was too slippery and thin. It slipped from his palm and got into his stomach. He felt almost no pain.
...But the strength is gradually disappearing. All of DeWitt's senses were focused on the sword stirring in the flesh. He saw the gloomy color of the sword and the deadly flash under the blood beads; he also heard someone shouting, but he couldn't identify it. Is it Andrew, or another guard? Or a frightened fisherman? Then, the stabbing sword that penetrated the body was drawn out lightly, bringing up a bunch of blood flowers. It was creamier than when it penetrated.
This moment seemed to have taken away his only support. A feeling of powerlessness overwhelmed him, pushing him to the ground. The shouting got louder. Familiar syllables, familiar tones...oh, this is my voice. He remembered and shouted sharply.
"Dalton!"
…
The enemy died behind him and released his weapon with his palm.
"That's good iron," Sadbo muttered.
"The master is not a good person." Xin sighed, "He chose the wrong target."
At this time, Bonin found a quill from the dead man. He brushed the hair on the pen holder and recognized its origin: "No, I'm afraid that's right. This person is our target."
"What's this?"
"The nightingale's token."
Sadepo didn't understand: "This dead guy is actually a nightingale? Why is he targeting us?"
"Big shots always attract attention." Xin shrugged.
Bonin couldn't help but feel a blush. No one has ever revealed his identity since he played the wandering alchemist. Of course, a large part of the reason is that he only shows up at gatherings of mortals and has no involvement with mysterious creatures. Suddenly being ridiculed by the mercenary, Brenanin felt extremely embarrassed.
"This man is the Nightingale of the Kingdom's nobles." Bonin pointed out, "He is not here for me...he is wanted by the Western Party."
"You should be lucky, Munro. If people find out that we are the Unknowns, we should be the Hunters." "Soilbreaker" made a face. "After I send you to the ferry, don't say you know me."
"Of course, this is a rule. I won't even forget this." Bonin agreed.
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Sadbo blinked, and the alchemist nodded.
Xin looked at them: "What are the rules of association?"
"The rules among compatriots." Sadepo smiled, "We are just the same kind, not real family. To avoid being betrayed, everyone will always claim that they have never met each other."
"What's the use of doing this? The mysterious power will see the truth."
"There are always people who see the truth," Brenanin admitted, "but it's the truth that Ackroyd lets them see. It's the magic of the Nameless One, Sin, and we channel the mystery through mutual promises, covering each other up with illusions. .Even if one party is caught by a hunter in the future, the other party will be immune from implication."
"'Ackroyd's truth," Xin repeated. "He's the originator of magic?"
"I don't understand. In fact, this is a very ancient method with many loopholes." The alchemist told the mercenary who was traveling with him. "As far as I know, Ackroyd
The truth has no effect at all when dealing with mantra potions... because it requires a sense of confidentiality on both sides. Magic potions can disintegrate people's spiritual will. Now we say this simply as a greeting. "
"Which means 'good luck to you?'"
"That's it."
"How interesting, I have never heard of such a statement before." Xin said thoughtfully, "You probably wouldn't mention this in front of outsiders, otherwise the hunters would have discovered the fixed greetings long ago."
Maybe it's a riddle. Bonin thought. It's just a greeting after all. In Washmouth, people don't need to keep their identity a secret, and such greetings are only passed among guides. "Ground Breaker" Sadepo was once the leader of the "Small Night Valley Self-Rescue Association". It was he who introduced Fudi and Jevan Steele into the association. No. Don't think about it, they are all dead now...
"It shows that it is necessary to proceed with caution." Sadebo said, "Before the cauldron potion turns Knox into our world, we still need to be careful every step of the way. Especially you, Brenanin, your whereabouts are closely linked to Even the nightingales in the West can detect it."
Let them chase, Boning's mentality has changed. Let them come. The scandal of the power struggle between the Western Party and the Royal Party is just an excuse for Alchemist to join the Knox Mercenary Group. At this moment, the meaning of its existence is only trouble. Bonin even hoped that they would act more swiftly, and that a little sense of crisis from the outside could catalyze trust...
Unexpectedly, Sadepo suddenly changed the topic: "You will eventually return to your homeland, Your Highness Brenanin. I wish you the recovery and reconstruction of Washimath... By then, I'm afraid we will be people from two different worlds."
Will there really be such a day? Even Brenanin himself didn't know. After I find the Bible and the location of the Kingdom of Heaven, will I still live in the gap between Byrne and Burles according to my grandfather's plan? In the final analysis, the reason why he took the risk to come to Eastman was because he did not recognize the latter as a kind of "restoration."
"With the help of the cauldron potion, that day may not be far away," Xin said.
Sadbo smiled. "People have to plan for the future. I don't need to say more... Leader Daemon personally promised that Eastman's Frost Dew House will always remember your kindness and repay your trustworthiness one day. But I would rather go back to my old business. The matter will be resolved immediately."
Brenanin suddenly remembered that this guy's last job was as a guide for the "Small Night Valley Self-Rescue Association." Now that the Self-Rescue Society no longer exists, what role will he hold in the "Frost Dew House"?
Just as Bonin expected, "Soilbreaker" brought a magic potion.
The pale golden liquid is sealed in a wooden bottle. The mercenary stared at this precious alchemical creation and did not speak for a long time. At this time, Brenner would rather understand Sadbo's intention of mentioning Washmouth. Although the Liberation Army has a big family and a great business, the Frost and Dew House is a local association in Eastman, plus the magic potion serves as a weight... …
Anyone would have agreed. Perhaps Xin has no tendency to become a nameless person for the time being, but this gift is still a way out in the future. After all, the Eastman Kingdom is adjacent to the ever-expanding Byrne, and no one knows where it will go.
I do not know how long it has been. "You misunderstand." Xin told him, "I will not join the Society. I will always be an adventurer, and I am already a member of the Knox Mercenary Group." He noticed something else. "Are you the guide? Sadepo. Is this your nickname?"
"No, we are just a small organization, and the guide is not a professional nightingale. My former home has been destroyed, and my brothers and sisters have returned to heaven and sacrificed their lives for a glorious cause... Well, think about it carefully, the price of this honor It's heavy, so it's better not to touch it." But Sadepo still handed the potion to the mercenary. Then he said goodbye to Bonin and others. "The power of the Nameless One is a gift from the gods. I know that sometimes mortals should not make decisions for the gods, but as things have come to this, I think people can at least choose their own destiny. Goodbye, you two, and I wish you good luck."
Only now did Brenanin relax. "You just rejected him, you didn't really want to join us, right?" He couldn't help but ask his companion.
A group of waterfowl passed by on the river embankment, and the mercenary glanced at them rather casually. "I really don't have that plan."
"Because I lied to you? That means..."
"No, that's not the reason. I care about your kingdom and your mission
I don't know much about fate. I just recognize you, Bonin. But don't worry, you are a companion introduced by York, and everyone will try their best to understand your difficulties. I think it will. Even if you are just a temporary companion. "
Brenanin felt depressed for some reason, as if he had lost something. However, all this is true. He did not expect to stay among the Knox mercenaries for a long time. He still has a mission... "Is it really that bad?"
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"I can defend you." Xin's words sounded slightly comforting.
Yeah? I'm afraid those are just white lies. The truth is so simple. Brenanin had ulterior motives for joining the mercenary group. The goal he fought for—recovering the Kingdom of Washimuth—was something in another world in the eyes of adventurers. He had never thought that it would be so difficult to admit the truth to them face to face.
"I'm sorry, Xin. I didn't mean to hurt anyone." Naturally, he had never considered the adventurer's thoughts. At most, they are worried about retaliation. "But I have to do it, I have to! I...oh."
The mercenary did not interrupt him, even though Brenanin was silent due to hesitation.
"Washmouth." Brenanin considered the beginning of the story. "The kingdom on the border of the Bures Empire, she is my motherland, the land laid down by my ancestors. According to rights, she belongs to me, as Sadbo calls it, I am her king, or in the eyes of most people King, but in reality not many of my words count.”
"Sounds like an ideal situation for you to exercise power in the kingdom."
"That's it. I'm not a one-word ruler, as you must have noticed." After confessing his incompetence, Brenanin actually felt less ashamed than he thought. "In order to regain my rights, to save my kingdom, and to prevent my compatriots who trust me from being betrayed, I need to find someone."
"For this reason you have come among us."
You know my goal. Brenanin thought. You are favored by the water fairies, just like Damon, the leader of "Frost and Dew House". He suspected that this was why Xin indulged himself: the water fairy not only knew that he was going to the tower messenger to ask for the Bible in his hand, but also knew that he was doing this to regain the kingdom. When my grandfather asked me to use the power of Order or Byrne, I did not agree.
He felt that he was practicing a certain belief. "The person I'm looking for is missing. Only the Knox mercenaries... you have had contact with each other." Bonin told Xin, "Before the tower was closed, the Knox mercenaries helped him in Winnivas. , York also went with him to Anthoros to liberate the Church of Gaia from the rule of wizards. There are some things you don’t know, but he has helped us, the unknown ones, and many compatriots have benefited from his kindness."
Xin listened quietly.
"Yes, the person I am looking for is the tower messenger Uriel, known as the 'Knight of Proverbs.' He is an Eastman and eventually returned to the Four-leaf Territory as a garrison." Brenanin finally confessed, "I need him s help."
"But the person you are looking for now is a Windrunner named Anchuan."
"This person is one of the clues." Bonin said, "If we can find him. Because Uriel also wants to find him, he also commissioned adventurers to pay attention to this person's whereabouts. If we find Ankawa, the garrison is likely to be I'm showing up now. But if I want to find them, I'm afraid I'll have to have your help." He took a deep breath. "I don't know if you can understand, Xin, but as a whole kingdom, I didn't take the initiative to bear this burden. She is my inherent responsibility. It's hard for me to explain, to deceive you and say that all my actions are wrong. No matter how noble the purpose is, I can't blackmail you into doing anything. I just want your help."
A heartbeat later, or a century later, Xin said, "How can I help you? It's your responsibility to recover Washmouth. I'm just an adventurer."
"Just? No, you are the smartest adventurer I have ever seen, Xin. Of course, I have not seen many adventurers, but you are definitely the best among them." Brenanin slowed down his tone, "Look , I am an alchemist, and it is difficult for me to reach the level of your professionals. I can’t do this without you."
"That was before," Xin muttered. "You have the potion and you have a new goal. I daresay it will help your kingdom.
It's much bigger than two missing persons, so why stick to the original plan? "
"Compatriots are not comrades." Bonin replied, "The Byrnes and the compatriots of the House of Frost and Dew are not Washimuthians and will not act for the ideals of the Restoration Legion." He glanced at the wooden bottle, golden Liquid seemed to seep through the cracks and sting the eyes. "The potion will change a person's essence, which means a complete reversal of stance. As for the Restoration Army...the Nameless Ones are not the only ones in Washimuth. Many of the officers are life forms of order, and may not be optimistic about the future of the association. Believe me, the Demons What the medicine brings them is by no means good news."
The mercenary compromised. "Well, your opinion seems to be more in line with the actual situation. No one knows better than you about the future of Washmouth." He handed Sadebo's gift to Bonin, "But I think you still need it, Great Alchemist?"
Gods willing, I convinced him. "I don't just season the wine." Alchemy was Brenanin's domain, in which he could fully exercise himself, even more unhindered than in the Legion of Restoration. "And for a few drinks, Lord Eastman planned to kill me."
"You're done." The two walked along the river embankment to the other end of the city, and Xin got the kingdom's wanted notice from a local adventurer. This was actually their original goal when they entered Cougainvillea. "There's someone worth three times as much as you."
"In the eyes of the Western Party, I am just a minor player."
"No, I'm talking about Brenanin Munro of the Restoration Legion." The mercenary smiled, "Don't forget, you are already on the list. You are a demon sent by the Seven Pillar Points as a suzerain to the mortal kingdom to track and monitor."
Bonin rolled his eyes. "Who is at the top of the list, the Emperor of Bain?"
"Yes, it's Glimmer Lord Anlini. He is involved with Eastman and has solved mysterious disasters in the North. It seems that the emphasis is different in different places, and it has something to do with the traces of the target." Xin handed the list to Bonin.
However, while they were chatting, the magical words suddenly shimmered. Brenanin blinked and saw that the first line of "Anlini - Lord of Glimmer" turned into a long name that was obviously translated from a foreign language into a common language.
"Dalton Shadowfang Nathanael"
"——Sword of Ashes"
