"My friend, what troubles you?"
Trotsky found a frowning Fisher.
The rebels actually appeared in the city of Beyelan and wanted to hang all the senators, nobles, and wizards. Fortunately, the respectable late king and the wise Senate had mobilized the legions early, and each family could safely send their children to suppress the rebellion. Suppress it.
Even Fisher and his partners Badong and Winston had to take their guards and lead several teams to join the battle. They were terribly afraid at first, fearing that the Dark Lord and the Kingslayer would kill them with just one look. But these powerful beings come and go like the wind. Within a few days, the power of the Senate and the nobility gained the upper hand.
What follows is an enjoyable time of pursuit and capture. This is how it should be...
"It's not because of these two idiots Badong and Winston," Fisher said, "They only confiscated the rebels' assets, but they couldn't control their belts on the battlefield. Midian Maier willed them Take it, and prepare to enforce battlefield discipline on charges of plunder and adultery, to be submitted to a court-martial.”
"How did I hear that you had led the military police to detain Midianmeiya, and Badong and Winston were also released, right?" Trotsky asked with surprise.
"That being said, what happens next..."
Fisher sighed heavily. Trotsky looked at him and couldn't help but smile:
"What's there to worry about? Midianmaia is from Commodus, and he looks like a traitor. He stays here to gather information for the hateful regicide, the enemy of the Senate, and to do something. Destruction. Now, his sinister eyes are set on Badang and Winston, our loyal friends and staunch fighters under the Senate. Dear Fisher, how can we not support our own people."
"You, you mean..." Fisher showed an amazed expression.
"The arrest of Midian Maier is very correct. I remember that your uncle is the commander of the gendarmerie. He must be able to handle this matter properly. A mere warrior cannot be allowed to kill a nobleman. Badong and Wen The Stone family will show full sincerity in your friendship."
"But, this is not good," Fisher said with some hesitation, "Media also has some friends. That Ophelia is not easy to deal with. Look, she is already here."
Fisher pointed out the window. At the detention point not far away, Ophelia was arguing with the military police.
"She is so beautiful. Unlike those eldest ladies, she is so public and enthusiastic, so full of vitality. Look at her buttocks, she is really delicious." Trotsky expressed his heartfelt admiration, and the two who came with him The girls, Belia and Horof, frowned and left the room with disgust on their faces.
"Don't joke with me now."
"And it is said that he is one of the only extraordinary people of our age," Trotsky said to himself, "he has a very aura among those tin cans."
"Yes, Extraordinary One, I don't even know the path she belongs to," Fisher had an even more headache. "It's terrible, she's coming this way, Trotsky, what should I do! Aaron, Aaron When will the Lord come back! He will definitely support my decision!"
"There is no doubt that you can always trust Lord Aaron. He promised you that you would have powers you never dreamed of. Are you questioning his promise? Answer me, cowardly Fisher."
"Don't dare."
When Fisher de Aicu heard this, he rolled out of his chair subconsciously and almost fell to his knees in front of Trotsky.
"please help me!"
"I'm here to help you," Trotsky smoothed his fluffy red hair and raised his freckled face, "Midemeiya must die. He is a servant of the Regicide. , the enemy of the Senate and the nobility, there is nothing to say. Not only him, but Ophelia will also be punished. "
"Sanction her? How to do it..."
"We all know that Ophelia will do anything to rescue the villain Midian Maier. So what about extraordinary people? In the powerful Senate and in front of the order of Beyelan, can one or two extraordinary people do it? Resistance? Can an individual challenge the sacred and ubiquitous authority of the Senate and the nobility? Look up, Fisher, I know you have been coveting this chick for a long time, but you are trembling in fear of her power. What a shame Ah you!
"You are a disgrace to the nobility and a joke among wizards. You are still from a famous family, but you are actually afraid of a Xiu Toral. Have you forgotten that they are all dogs who look after the house and the courtyard?"
"You are right, you are right, great Trotsky."
Fisher was nodding his head. The door to the room where the two were having a secret conversation was suddenly kicked open with a bang.
"Fisher, give me an explanation." Ophelia walked into the room. She did not carry a weapon, but her magnificent magic eyes emitted a breathtaking blood-red light, which added a bit of evil charm and temptation to her cold and beautiful appearance.
She noticed Trotsky's presence but ignored him.
"I, we, ahem!" Fisher pulled his tie and tried to stand upright, "We will send the regicide's minions to the military court. Tomorrow morning, he will be executed and buried in the trench. "
No one spoke, the only sound in the room was the clicking sound of Ophelia's silver teeth.
At this moment, Fisher thought he was facing a crazy female beast that could tear him into pieces at any time.
"Don't even think about it."
The red eyes sparkled more and more. Fisher was sweating profusely, and his legs were shaking with fear. Just when he was about to surrender and beg for mercy, Trotsky suddenly stopped in front of him.
"Put away your tricks, little girl. Do you want to challenge the majesty of the military police and the military court?" Trotsky shouted. Thieves and accomplices. I know it's a hard job, these people are tough talkers, and the military police may have to use some special tactics."
Fisher suddenly felt relieved. The suffocating pressure of those red eyes actually diminished a bit.
it works! Alas, there is a problem, there is a problem!
He couldn't wait to hear Trotsky's next words.
"In this rebellion, in order to investigate the truth behind the scenes, the Senate has approved the use of the confessional agent and the Cruciatus Curse. Especially those die-hard elements. You know..."
Trotsky slowly walked forward and came to Ophelia's side: "Sometimes, investigation will find that, oh, he was really wronged. But, unfortunately, after a whole day of review, The poor man’s brain has turned to mush and can no longer be used.”
He smiled, put his arms around Ophelia's waist, and whispered in her ear: "Really, it would be better to die like this."
Ophelia glanced at him contemptuously, but did not move her hands up and down her waist: "I don't think these methods are needed for the investigation of Midianmeia."
"Well, maybe yes, but the military police department also has to have arguments, right? Someone has to convince them." Trotsky lowered his hand lower and kneaded the undulating curves. Fisher couldn't help but squirm his throat and swallow.
"I can give you arguments, but it will take time." Miss Shutoral's tone was obviously much softer.
"Time is very expensive," Trotsky looked back at Fisher with a smile, "Don't you think so? I think you can call Badong and Winston to listen to their opinions."
Ophelia's face turned pale: "One hour, give me one hour. This is the most basic requirement."
"Half an hour, this is all you have," Trotsky nodded. "We will call two witnesses. We cannot let the military court wait for the results of the investigation for too long."
Seeing Miss Scitoral leaving the room, Fisher seemed to have had a dream:
"I had no idea, you are so amazing, the great Trotsky."
"It's not a big deal. As long as you understand the true power, you can do it. This world has given us such authority, so we should do whatever we want."
"But will she find Lana? They have a good relationship and may even find the Archon."
"Idiot, you're here again!" Trotsky shouted, "Could it be that the Consul would stand up for a regicide's minion at this time? You must know that he is destined to leave Beyeland and fight against the regicide. A king fights. Could it be that he would make the wise Senate uneasy for such a pawn?
"Besides, in half an hour, I won't even have time to submit official documents."
…
The Typhon returned from Annock and was racing on the Tranquil Sea. This sea area surrounded by continents is calm, giving people a feeling of palpitations, as if it is brewing unimaginable momentum and is about to overturn the entire world with unprecedented waves.
"The starry sky is beautiful tonight," Griffith climbed onto the mast on hands and knees and handed over a can of hot cocoa, "Don't catch a cold."
Galadia sat on the high-hanging mast, letting the night wind blow her long black hair.
"Yes, the stars are beautiful.
"Have you grown taller again?"
"It's the same 190 centimeters as two months ago. I shouldn't be able to grow any taller. Hiss, it's so high here." Griffith said as he carefully found a place to sit on the tall mast.
The elf girl chuckled, squeezed his shoulders, patted his arms, and found a comfortable position to lean on: "Well, the height difference is just right~
"By the way, how is the situation in Beyelan?"
"The fighting has basically subsided. According to reports from Canaan, the Dark Lord and the Regicide Commodus have left the royal capital and their whereabouts are unknown."
"Whereabouts unknown? They must have many followers with them, how could they go unknown?"
"It must be because they all have powerful mysteries that obscure their whereabouts."
They were talking about the current chaos and the next priorities. Suddenly, a strange echo sounded in Griffith's ears.
It's like some kind of voice, it seems to be telling, it seems to be calling. Before he could react, Galadia had already noticed:
"Someone is calling you, a rare and powerful spatial ability."
Then, the vague call became clear and seemed to be enhanced by other forces. Griffith felt a familiar aura, and somewhere in the dark, he got a message——
Ophelia von Ishtar is calling you to Beyeland.
"Accept it," Galadia said, "She seems to be in a hurry. The summons across space is costly."
Griffith adjusted his equipment and kissed the girl's hair gently: "We'll see you in Beyeland."
The moment his will accepted the call, his figure immediately became illusory. The concepts of space and time become blurred, he crosses a certain boundary, and the world is turned upside down.
In waves of dizziness, confusion and confusion, he passed through strange and bizarre scenery, and he didn't know how much distance he covered. When he opened his eyes, he found that he was standing on the shore of Beyeland. In the distance is a burning city, the firelight flickers like stars, and the thick smell of blood comes oncoming along with wails and sorrow.
"Good evening, brother death knight," Lana waved to him, "Something happened, and it was inconvenient for me and Count Sharon to take action. When I explained your whereabouts, Ophelia immediately decided to call you."
Griffith noticed that beside Lana, Ophelia was pale and unsteady, and her physical and spiritual energy were extremely exhausted. He was about to reach out his hand to help, but the girl with different eyes had already taken the first step and knelt down on one knee:
"Hail, Knight Griffith de Ravenel, Champion of the Unknown God."
Please don't call me that... Griffith resented the title in his heart. However, Ophelia must have something extremely important to ask him for help. Therefore, he did not express any objection, but just looked at it and waited.
"I ask you to save Midianmaia from the military tribunal and from the hands of the nobles." Ophelia was very tired, but she still said firmly with clear words, "What I ask for will make you Become an enemy of the nobles, and even offend the Senate and the Arcane Council.”
"What are you talking about?" Griffith asked. "Tell me what happened."
Lana answered the question for Ophelia. He briefly but clearly explained the crimes of robbery and adultery committed by some nobles, the firmness and noble character of Midian Maier in enforcing military discipline, and the filthiness of Trotsky and some nobles around Aaron. The attempt illustrates the possible troubles that Count Chalon and the Senate may have in this incident and the urgency of time.
Griffith soon understood.
None of this was beyond his expectations; it could even be said that it perfectly met his expectations.
"I can help you," replied the War Knight, "but what will I get in return for being their enemy?"
Ophelia raised her head:
"In the ensuing war,
"I, Sequence 6 of the 'wrong' path, 'Void Ripper' Ophelia von Ishtar, swear to follow you to the battlefield."
