On the other hand, Roddy, who was staggering back to his seat, was disappointed because the Knight of Wellington did not intend to teach the scout. No matter how Roddy asked, he would only reply with "I'll see" or "I need to test him again". No matter how he looked at it, it was hopeless …
"Sigh, it's not that easy to be a 'Specter Knight'. It seems like I have to find someone else."
As he was thinking about this, Roddy suddenly realized that there was a beautiful figure in front of him. A familiar scent with a faint fragrance came to his face. He tried his best to widen his eyes and saw Sally's appearance clearly. He smiled and stuttered, "I — I can't really drink, so, so don't laugh at me, I'm a little dizzy now … dizzy."
"I have something to talk to you about."
Sally wanted to reach out and help him, but with so many people watching, she could only point to the outside of the restaurant and ask, "Can I go out for a while?"
Roddy was puzzled, but he followed the direction she pointed and walked out of the restaurant. After taking a deep breath of the cool outdoor air, he turned back and said, "At noon, I —"
"I know you did it to get me out of there, but that's not what I want to say." Sally stood in front of Roddy and looked at him with her big bright eyes. "I want to say that I've decided to follow the Superintendent to the 'Holy Cathedral'."
It seemed easy to say such words, and Sally also tried to put on a calm expression, but no one knew that she was actually very nervous at this time …
Roddy blinked as if he was digesting the meaning behind this sentence. Then, he felt that there was nothing wrong with Sally thinking this way, so he nodded —
"En."
Sally raised her eyebrows and looked at Roddy who did not respond after the "en". She was a little surprised for a moment — "You're not going to say anything to me?"
"That …" Roddy's ability to organize his speech was also very poor due to the alcohol. The words that he wanted to say seemed to be blocked in his mind. At this time, he basically said whatever he thought of, "The Holy Cathedral is quite far from here … There are a few parishes along the way that you should pay attention to and make friends with. Rudy Parish is one, St. Jason is another. It's best to get familiar with their archbishops so that it'll be easier to talk to them in the future; I remember that you're good at blessing divine arts, you can find an old man called Jarvis to learn …"
The long-winded words came out of Roddy's mouth, and Sally widened her eyes as she listened. Suddenly, she realized that this guy in front of her seemed to be far more familiar with the situation of the "Holy Cathedral" than she was. Those names of places and people came out of his mouth. He had heard of some of them, but she had never heard of most of them …
It was not the first time that Sally had seen Roddy's "knowledge". She suddenly remembered that Roddy once said that his age and appearance would not change, and at this time, she quickly accepted it. Then she heard Roddy muttering a few numbers, "589, 590, 591 …"
"What?"
Sally, who did not quite understand, interrupted him. Roddy turned his head and asked abruptly, "Will you come back in 590 or 591?"
"Should … should be in the spring of 591. It will take about four months to go back and forth from here to the Holy Cathedral."
"Although I do not know what will happen after Sarota dies …" Roddy frowned slightly and looked at Sally. "But you may have to stay in the 'Holy Cathedral' for a period of time."
"Why?"
Roddy exhaled. Facing Sally's question, he naturally would not say that the Orcs would invade the northwest of the kingdom in the winter of 590. Even if the invasion did not happen, the kingdom would have a snowstorm that had not been seen for decades.
This snowstorm that lasted for a month swept through the entire northwest of the kingdom. Everyone was caught off guard and suffered serious casualties. As a result, the roads were almost completely blocked. It was estimated that when the time came, Sally would not be able to find her way back even if she wanted to.
"It's nothing. I suddenly thought that I might go to the south of the kingdom during this period. If there is a chance, I should be able to see you."
Thinking about the future plans in his mind, Roddy naturally thought of avoiding this natural disaster. He reckoned that he would change his training location to the south, so he roughly told Sally about his plans. However, his casual words made Sally's somewhat depressed mood suddenly turn for the better …
"You said … really?"
"En?" Roddy raised his head when he heard her serious tone. Seeing her bright eyes staring at him, he nodded. "There should be a chance."
"Then, it's settled?"
Sally raised her palm and made a "vow" gesture just like she did in the Silent Forest. Roddy blinked, feeling that he really could not keep up with her thoughts. However, looking at Sally's exuberant look, he felt that it was best not to provoke her anymore, so he could only raise his hand …
Silly girl, when the time comes, "Rose Cross" will be able to take good care of itself. It'll probably be hard for you to even find time to see me!
"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore. Before we leave, you must accompany me for a few more drinks!"
Sally immediately became carefree as soon as she got rid of her worries. She pulled Roddy towards the table, while Roddy who followed behind her had a bitter look on his face.
Damn it, I don't know how to drink!
*****
September 22nd, early morning.
As Hollier gradually returned to its original calm, a caravan was slowly driving from the west into the vast "Cobb Forest".
As cities and villages were separated by forests, and the roads in between were dangerous, in this era, the economy of each country was basically in a "self-sufficient" state. There were not many caravans, and most of the time, they did not earn much money. In most cases, the so-called "profits" were mostly distributed to the hired guards.
At this moment, the caravan that entered the forest belonged to the "Jeet Chamber of Commerce", an established chamber of commerce in the Eiferta territory. There were a total of twenty-four people. Fourteen of them were mercenaries with weapons on their waists, while the remaining ten were members of the "Jeet Chamber of Commerce". But unlike other caravans or groups, this caravan was almost inaudible. If one followed the caravan, the only sound that echoed in their ears was the friction between wheels and bearings, as well as the dull echo of armor and weapons clashing.
Apart from that, others would not be able to see any difference between this group and ordinary people. However, if a normal person were to follow the group, they would discover an extremely abnormal phenomenon. Everyone, including the mercenaries and merchants, did not show any signs of fatigue. They did not even rest once along the way, nor did they light up a fire for breakfast.
"As expected, the caravan should arrive at Hollier on the 26th."
The one who spoke was the leader of the caravan. He sat in the only comfortable carriage in the caravan. His eyes were calm and his expression was calm. He looked to be about forty-five or fifty-six years old, and his speech was rather imposing. It was obvious that he had been in a high position for a long time.
The deputy sitting opposite him was a bald middle-aged man named Debbie. After hearing the leader's words, he continued, "Lord Magda, I was originally enough for this mission … You suddenly joined the caravan because of Lord Ansadin …"
"I owe him a favor. He felt that he needed me to be double insurance for this kind of thing, so I will return the favor. "
Magda's tone was very cold, but there was still a hint of dissatisfaction in it. He raised his hand to take a look at the parchment, and said with disdain, "The defense of the Ducal Palace … is this all they have?"
"My Lord, according to the information from our informants, the most troublesome ones should be these two knights. Coincidentally, there is a bishop from the 'Rose Cross' and a bishop from the monastery in the city. But with you here, even if they go all out, I'm afraid they will be overestimating themselves. "
Although Debbie's words were somewhat flattering, there was nothing wrong with it if one looked at it objectively. After all, the person sitting in front of him was a strong person known as the "Blighted One" in the Tasman Kingdom!
Magda, who was wearing ordinary clothes, closed his eyes slightly, as if he was recalling something. After a moment, he slowly said, "Titus, Wellington … I remember now. Fourteen years ago, they followed Angmar to conquer what is now the southwest of Efta. The strength of those two young people is remarkable. At that time, Ansadin even wrote me a report."
These words naturally showed that his previous position was much higher than Ansadin's.
"The report on their strength has been submitted, but it is obvious that they are not that strong."
Debbie flipped through the report in front of him. His eyes swept across the strangely shaped weapon in the carriage, and his expression involuntarily showed some respect.
Magda, however, was not interested in his words. Instead, he looked at the parchment and sighed, "Fourteen years … In the short life of a human, how many fourteen years are there?"
He casually put the parchment aside, "The Lucifron Family has existed for so long. I think I have seen their third family head. Ha … More than two hundred years have passed, and everything has changed."
For an old monster like Magda who had lived for hundreds of years, all glory and ostentatiousness had become fleeting clouds. After personally witnessing the rise and fall of each family, he had long lost interest in these relationships.
Eternal life made it difficult to maintain all emotions. Time had worn away everything. The only thing that Magda was interested in now was to pursue greater power.
"My Lord Magda, Lord Ansadin wants us to go to Gigg Town after we finish our mission. It seems that he wants to go there personally in December …"
"I will only help him this time. I am not interested in anything else."
"… Yes, my Lord."
Debbie hurriedly bowed his head.
"These are all young people's tricks. Why must an old man like me participate? Ansadin has really … not improved much these years."
"The Blighted" Magda said as he raised his hand to pick up the weapon that was always placed beside him. His fingertips brushed across the bony surface, and then he lightly flicked the silver bowstring …
This short bow that was enshrouded in powerful magic was condensed in his hand, and the entire bow body drew an icy blue light pattern.
In the nearly forgotten history of mankind, "The Blighted" Magda had another terrifying title two hundred years ago.
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