Lance is the common result of all Shutoral. According to the system, participating in killing such an army leader can allow each Shutoral to gain 2 additional merit points.
The Griffith Brigade and the Boulogne Brigade also captured six to seven hundred prisoners, and captured countless weapons and flags. The job of cleaning the battlefield was handed over to the city defense forces led by Warren Haydon and the rigorous and meticulous Berthier. They would take in the prisoners and escort them to the ferry in a mighty manner, preparing to take them back to the old town.
Most of the magical science students at Homemon Watts began to cross the river. All the Shutorals temporarily left their posts and gathered together with their eyes shining. Now that they have nothing to do, we can start discussing how to divide the spoils.
Lance's mutton bone shield, zerg bow, flail, extraordinary traits, armor, banners, magical items and potions are all trophies of Shutoral. His head was also extremely valuable as proof of military exploits, and local officials must have set a sizable reward.
"Don't make a mess, don't make a mess! Put your things down, Lassalle, take your dirty paws away." Miyo collected all the good things together, "It's time to take pictures now, the military flag, starting from 100 silver francs!"
According to tradition, all Shutoral who participated in the war had a share. In order to solve the problem of insufficient or unfair distribution of things, everyone decided to use auction to solve the problem. There is no limit to the number of bids for each person, and the proceeds from the auction will be shared equally by everyone.
"I want the military flag, but I give up the other items. The battlefield to the south is still waiting for me to inspect."
Griffith offered 100 silver francs, the lowest price, and took away Lance's military flag, which was the trophy he promised to Sonia. He was the planner and commander of the battle, and no one had any objections to taking away the military flag. Lana and Lasalle were laughing, and they were extremely happy that Griffith was eliminated from the auction of weapons and mutton bone shields early.
Griffith actually wanted to shoot a weapon or armor. But he has no money!
In order to launch a campaign to rescue Sonia, he spent all his money on the small treasury, except for a few pieces of Sequence 7 Extraordinary Properties that had great intelligence value. The most troublesome thing is that in addition to some wine and meat, boat charter fees, and purchase fees, these expenses include thousands of silver francs, which were all distributed to the soldiers in the form of cash rewards. Without invoices, how would the Earl's Palace and the school make the accounts and pay them? What about his reimbursement?
Reimbursement is not possible under any circumstances. Even if the count knew that he had good intentions and was an honest and good boy and wanted to subsidize him, he could not break the financial system. Otherwise, everyone who serves the count can be reimbursed for expenses without proof. How can the count distinguish between good intentions and bad intentions? No matter how much money he had, he would still have to spend all his money, so he could only use Sonia to pay off the debt.
The only thing that is certain is that Count Larmore will definitely give Griffith a large bonus, a large amount of merit points, and sophisticated mysterious items, so that he will not suffer any loss.
"Okay, Griffith said he was going to check the battlefield in the south and was out." Milo cleared his throat and rubbed his hands. "Now let's take the shield. The starting price is 5,000 silver francs. I'll pay 5,000."
"5100!" Rana shouted hurriedly.
"5500!" Lasalle laughed ferociously, "Tsk, Lana, did you spend all your money on the countess?"
"5500?" Nona was shocked.
"Repeated bids are invalid," Milhaud pointed at Lasalle, "Lasalle's bid is valid."
"I mean, how come it's 5,500 silver francs? How did you save this money from your salary?" Nona asked in disbelief.
"Don't say you have some, Nona, save your money for your dowry!" Kurala encouraged them, "Hurry up and bid! The shield must be at least 10,000, okay?"
Griffith, who was out early, said goodbye to the noisy Shutorals and led a group of soldiers to Plachen Dwarf Hill.
There was a ruined wall there, and Wizard Reed, whose legs were cut off at the beginning of the battle, was there. Griffith was busy encircling and annihilating the main force of the rebels and had no time to care about him. Now he wanted to see if he had run away or died.
Reed is still there.
His legs were broken at the knee level. After a simple bandage, the blood had seeped into the ground, leaving a large pool of deep red.
"You didn't run away?"
"That's it, where do you think I can escape? But Daruno ran away, which is a good thing. He will inherit my career."
"Maybe." Griffith stepped forward and tore Reed's robe open.
On his chest hung a small copper coin. The moment he saw the copper coin, Griffith's pupils dilated.
On it, he saw ascending stairs, hanging spheres and twisted and hideous lines.
This is the emblem of the "Deathrattle" cult that appears in Neopolis.
"Are you looking for this?" Master Reed asked in surprise.
"It is very rare for spellcasters to join the rebels. I guess you have been manipulated and instructed by some force," Griffith said. "I didn't expect it to be the order I know."
"This is just casual hanging," Reid's voice became low, the wounds and blood loss were depriving him of his life, "If you really think you can find any substantial clues, or dig out my memories, then you are too underestimated by the evil god. ”
"Drink." Griffith dropped a bottle of life potion and some bandages.
"Why?"
"Once a Brownie rebelled and attacked me. After defeating its plot, I found myself more concerned about its motives and the conspiracy behind it than killing it to satisfy my hatred.
"I'm not interested in your life. Tell me the intentions and intelligence of your cult. If you satisfy me, I can let you go. If you can't connect this short leg, I can give you a group of prisoners and some money." ."
"Hahaha, don't bother with this. Although your conditions are indeed exciting, I am not a three-year-old child. Don't I know that after listening to my information, you will break my neck and take away the extraordinary characteristics? How much verification?" Reed grinned and drank the life potion in one gulp, "Let's be honest, I don't have much time, nothing matters anymore.
"My career has failed. Hey, it's not much of a career. I will die here after a wasted life. Before that, I can share some of my stories with you."
Griffith knelt down and bandaged Reed's broken leg: "Tell me, I don't want you to die before hearing the story."
"Thank you, what should I call you?"
"Level 2 Captain Griffith."
"Okay, second-level squad leader, why are you the second-level squad leader? We were defeated by a pawn, we are all losers! Hey, I am Reed, Reed Sri, 35 years old, unmarried, He came from a small, remote place and was an inexperienced spellcaster. He had an original name that I can no longer remember."
Reed begins to tell his final story:
"I was born into a family of rickshaw drivers in a remote town. When I was very young, I showed a rare talent as a spell caster.
"You know, what a noble talent this is in a small place where only samurai and mercenaries hang out.
"A passing wizard discovered my talent and asked him to become his disciple. This caused a sensation at the time. I still remember that the richest gentleman in town wanted his 10-year-old daughter to join me. During the engagement, the butcher brought us steaks that we couldn’t usually eat, and we all drank sweet fruit wine together.
"Hey, I can't remember her name. But, at that time, I felt that I was the protagonist of the story, she was the heroine, and we were destined to have a beautiful and romantic life. I even planned to wait until I retire , wrote a book called "The Wizard's Journey".
"After all, I didn't stay in that town. The teacher took me away from there and traveled around the world. Sometimes, he would ask me, calling me by my past name, and ask me, do I regret it? I regret leaving the town. , leave your family, leave that cute little girl and wander around the world?"
Griffith asked: "You should regret it, right?"
"Of course, how can I not regret it! Sleeping in the open is not an easy thing," Master Reed also laughed, "I just said, teacher, you took me away, I had no choice!"
The two people under the ruins laughed loudly, as if it was not Griffith who cut off Reed's legs.
Reed laughed for a while and started to cough. He tried to calm down and then said: "The teacher said, yes, I regret it too, my Iletia, hey, life is made up of countless regrets."
Griffith's pupils shrank. This was the name of his classmate who was the author of "Notes on Potion Preparation". He was probably his sweetheart, but there was no trace of him in Homemonworth. He stopped his trembling hands and asked, "What's your teacher's name?"
"You may not believe it, but I can't remember it," Reid murmured, "What a strange thing. I can't remember his appearance or his name. I just remember some memories and words of getting along with him. .
"According to him, he was born into a noble family and completed his studies at Homemonworth. He was originally going to become the most powerful and intelligent wizard."
The most powerful and wise wizard...
Clues, some strange and vague clues, lost and broken memories, is it possible that some existence is trying to guide me in that direction? Griffith then asked:
"So why is he traveling around?"
"Well, that's it." Master Reed pointed to the wilderness where corpses were scattered, "That's what he said,
"'Our world is hidden in the shadows, like a dying patient. All the light that magic can give, humans have spread in the world, it is a dim light.
"'Let us go even further, it was a dim light. It was night compared to day.
"'One after another the pioneers came forward, they brought new light, but the night came in a flash, the old system became the new system, light and darkness exchanged places.'
"After he said this, he called my name that I could no longer remember and said to me,
"'Magic has its limits. In my wasted life, I found that the more I explored the origin of magic, the more it became shrouded in darkness. So, I decided to find a new path. I don't know where it is yet. Wherever, that’s why I travel.'”
Griffith interrupted him again: "You really can't remember his name? Any clues are fine, please tell me."
"I can't remember it!" Master Reed said breathlessly, "He told me, from now on, forget your past name. Reed Sri is your name and the meaning of your existence.
"I could not understand his words at all, until one day he left me to undertake a difficult job in the capital of the world."
"What job?"
"I don't know, he just said, 'I'm afraid this is the last time you see me. You have to accept a disciple for yourself and teach him the fire of light. You have to remember that you are just a ray of light, and what you shine into is boundless. Darkness. Neither you nor I will burn for long. As long as someone can pass on our thoughts, this spark will eventually start a prairie fire.'
"He didn't come back. I don't know where the future lies. Alas, I didn't understand or remember many of his thoughts.
"Then, I wandered around various areas, and in recent years I joined such a cult. That's it."
Griffith asked alertly: "When did your teacher go to Beyeland?"
"It should be 1427, 17 years ago. However, I have lost a lot of memories and can't remember clearly."
The owner of the "Potion Preparation Notes" was active in Beyeland after 1427. According to him, he should have done something big after that.
What could it be?
Aaron? Aaron's family was destroyed not long after that. What destroys them is...
ah--! No! Griffith began to sweat and hesitated to burn the notes quickly.
Master Reed shook the copper coin hanging from his neck. His mind was no longer clear and he was dying:
"This is the Deathrattle Order. Its purpose is to pursue eternal life and evolution. Let me do one thing. Run between the nobles and rebels here, open the gaps in the defense line, and let the fire of resistance destroy Verona."
Griffith asked: "What is their real purpose?"
"I don't know, it can't be a beautiful new world anyway! The cult's teaching is to pursue eternity. A person who calls himself the eternal mentor provides us with intelligence and materials and moves around for the purpose of the cult.
“From what I understand, they are probably planning a larger operation, and there are only a few people involved here, probably just to divert the official’s power and attention.
"They should have succeeded! At this point in the war, Verona's power has been severely damaged, and Bayerland's forces will intervene to seize the fruits of the war. The king and the Senate will definitely slack off somewhere, Create opportunities for them.”
Griffith shook his head: "You know this, why are you helping the cultists?"
"Helping the cultists? No, I'm doing what I think is right, even though it's not very smart~" Reed smiled miserably, "Verona is the embodiment of darkness, and the nobles here must be destroyed, even if they are replaced by worshipers. The ruler of Yelam is much better than before, isn't it?
"Hey, without the teacher's guidance, I have just wasted my time on futile efforts these years. I hate these nobles, and actually I also hate this group of rebels. I think they are all wrong, but the rebels have given the poor a little help. A chance to resist.”
The bleeding from Reed's legs had almost stopped, and there was no more blood left.
He grabbed Griffith's hand and whispered:
"Take away my extraordinary characteristics, use it, consume it, whatever you want, although it is difficult to help. I began to have a feeling that there is some inexplicable connection between you and me. I used to also Feel it in others. You are better than me.
"Let my last existence have some value to this world. If you can find truth and light, anything will work!"
"I will," Griffith shook his hand, "Griffith Blanton hears your will and thanks you for your final service to this world."
"That's good……"
…
It was late at night when Homemonworth's group arrived in Old Town. According to Byerland's instructions, the final work of the battle was left to local officials, and the students must withdraw to Homonworth as soon as possible.
Old Town is a large port city, and garrisoned mages, priests, and garrisoned knights have all been gathered to strengthen defenses.
The terrifying extraordinary swordsman is still wandering with an army, destroying any resistance he encounters. It would be troublesome if his procrastination caused him to hurt a few young masters and ladies.
After taking a short rest, Griffith, Sonia and their group immediately boarded a comfortable speedboat and headed straight to Homemonworth.
Griffith washed away the blood and stains all over his body and came to Sonia's room to wait to review the previous battle with her.
The news of the battle victory and escape has been notified to the family by Old Town, but many subsequent work and arrangements cannot be finalized until they return to Homemonworth.
After these things happened, and a series of plots against Griffith and Sonia, either overtly or covertly, Count Larmore would definitely be unable to sit still. He should have set out from Bijland with great force and stopped somewhere nearby.
The next arrangement, as well as the reward for this battle, can only be determined after meeting the count.
I rescued Sonia, spent so much money, almost eliminated the main force of the rebels, beheaded their leader, and captured the military flag. What kind of reward will be given for such military exploits?
Griffith thought about it for a while.
Waves of headaches kept coming, and there was even a bitter taste in my mouth.
This is a sign of excessive physical and mental exhaustion.
In the past few days, I either fell into a trap or fought continuously, marched, and had to complete logistics and staff work without anyone's assistance. I could only close my eyes and take a nap between battles.
You can still persevere in intense battles and on the verge of life and death, but once you relax, the unstoppable fatigue makes you unable to move.
Griffith fell down like a salted fish and immediately fell asleep on Sonia's bed...
After an unknown amount of time, the cabin door seemed to be opened, and Griffith vaguely saw long blond hair flashing past, and then he escaped with a whoosh.
It should be Fiona in the same room...
After a while, Griffith felt his head being pillowed on something. It was soft and elastic, with a familiar comfortable and pleasant feeling.
Slender fingers were placed on his forehead, kneading it gently.
The bitter taste and headache gradually disappeared, replaced by the girl's unique sweet aroma.
Griffith opened his eyes and found in a daze that Sonia was tilting her head slightly, her blue eyes lowered, not knowing where she was looking.
Griffith felt his head resting on her lap, and the gentle kneading on his forehead disappeared, replaced by a gentle touch and movement between the ends of his hair.
Before he understood it, Sonia sat upright suddenly, and the vague touch between her hair was gone like an illusion.
"Okay, are you feeling better?" Sonia asked with a faint blush on her face, "Your mental energy has dried up, so I'll replenish it for you."
"Thank you. It would be better if there were canned yellow peaches."
Griffith said he was feeling better, but he lay there without moving his head, looking at Sonia expectantly. The canned yellow peach he was talking about was yellow peach sealed in a clay pot and steamed at high temperature. It was a refreshing fruit dessert that especially suited his taste after being chilled.
Sonia smiled, held his head with one hand, moved forward with the other hand, turned slightly sideways, and reached over Griffith's head to get something on the table next to him.
Griffith felt that the two peaks were pressing towards him. The round and straight arcs occupied his entire field of vision, almost suffocating him.
Who can stop this! He exclaimed in his heart and subconsciously grasped the sheets tightly.
"Fresh yogurt, I added a little honey. Thank you for the military flag. This is a perfect gift that fits the Larmore family style! I will hang it in the cloister so everyone can see it during dinner!"
Sonia smiled with joy in her eyes, took a spoonful with a small spoon, shook it in front of Griffith, and put it into his mouth: "Come on, open your mouth, this is a reward!"
Oh—ho! Yogurt is also very good!
"That's fine, but it's a little damaged." Griffith thought about Lance's flag, which was torn a little during the battle.
"That's great. The brand-new flag doesn't look very real. I even tore it up myself to further highlight Griffith's bravery and glory!" Sonia said with a smile, "All the other Shutoral will go. After fighting for weapons and equipment, Lana and Lasalle were still clamoring for a duel, a duel, well, they planted a flag at the gate of Homemonworth School for a duel. Or Griffith, you know the elegance and dignity of the knight, and They are different!"
No, don't praise me, I'm sorry. In fact, I left because I had no money and was anxious to collect information... Griffith smiled with satisfaction. In fact, he should get up and he can get up. But he always felt that this would destroy the beautiful atmosphere of victory and the delicious taste of the yogurt, so he continued to lie motionless, staring at the opposite wall in trance.
"You really like sweets," Sonia's tone was soft and waxy, "Be careful you become as fat as a bear."
“My brain needs sweet food like a sword needs a whetstone.”
"Isn't it true that the brain needs books?" Sonia gently stroked the hanging light blond hair and gave him another mouthful.
"Is there really an original saying? I thought I was the inventor of this famous saying." Griffith turned his head to look at her in surprise.
As he turned, his big head and thick black hair slowly rubbed against the girl's slender legs. The smooth, soft sheer skirt amplifies sensitive touches.
"Uh-ah."
It's like a big ship sailing into a small harbor. Sonia, who was scooping yogurt, suddenly trembled and let out uncontrollable gasps and soft moans. She quickly covered her mouth with the hand holding the spoon, turned her head away with a blushing face, and reached out to push Griffith.
"..."
Griffith's bones were about to become crispy, and he sat up in shame...
"You, eat it yourself." Sonia put the yogurt into Griffith's hand without turning her head.
