In the cold wind, a group of people with a complicated and strange composition walked in a long line on the road to Dragon Clouds City.
"The anti-theft chapter. I went out for a meal and changed it back quickly. Thank you for reading the pirated version. "
Under old Kaslan's regretful gaze, Thales heaved a sigh of relief after he tried his best to refuse the cup of rye wine.
They rested for fifteen minutes. Viscount Kentvida turned his head and nodded at the Fire Knight, Tolja.
"Get ready!" Tolja ordered his soldiers. "We're ready to depart! We must reach Prestige Orchid Region before tomorrow night! "
Upon hearing their superior's words, Eckstedt's officers and soldiers stood up in unison. They left behind their wine money and walked out of the tavern.
The people from Constellation looked at Thales.
Thales glanced at Putray, shrugged and jumped off the bar counter.
But just as he waved at old Kaslan and was about to leave …
"Brat, wait!"
Kaslan left the bar counter and walked towards Thales.
Thales only then realized that this old man was extremely tall. He was almost seven feet tall. He had to raise his neck to an angle that he could barely look up at him.
Fortunately, Kaslan squatted down in front of him.
"You want to apologize to King Nuven, don't you?" Old Kaslan said slowly, "And I also heard that it is to repay Prince Moriah for his misfortune in Constellation."
"Yes." Thales exhaled. "Let's see if King Nuven will be interested in my head."
Kaslan's gaze on him changed slightly.
"When I was your age," the old man sighed, "I only knew how to follow my brother and chase sparrows."
Thales smiled faintly.
But before Thales could speak, Kaslan continued, "Damn those messy political schemes of the nobles. They never show mercy, don't they?
"I don't care if you are seven or seventeen … God knows how Prince Moriah died. It's a pity, he was a good lad."
"This …" Thales revealed a surprised expression. "Thank you for your understanding … Sir Kaslan …"
Kaslan stared at him fixedly.
Then, with an awkward expression, Thales pointed outside the door.
"Listen," old Kaslan said flatly.
"I once served under Nuven. To a certain extent, I'm quite familiar with him."
This tavern owner knew King Nuven?
He turned to look at Kentvida, who was not too far away.
Why did they bring him here? Was it really for a break?
Kaslan sighed softly. "He was a good king when he was young, a typical burly Walton man."
"I still remember Nuven Walton standing at the Thirty-Eighth Sentry Ground, swinging his flail at the attacking orcs."
"At that time, he was generous, tolerant, and just. He could stand in front of an Orc's axe for a nobody. Every warrior thought it was an honor to die for him."
"Oh?" Thales' eyes brightened. "That's good. It looks like at least he won't be a king who will simply order me to be beheaded."
"But people change."
Old Kaslan exhaled. His gaze became misty and unfocused. "Nuven is also a human. He will also grow old. There will come a day when he will be bewitched by slander and beauty, and be controlled by desires and impulses.
"Although he has the blood of Raikaru Eckstedt in him, he is not a perfect dragon or a hero.
"Especially … when he is a father who has lost his son."
Thales could not help but be stunned.
Kaslan lowered his head and stared at Thales. "Be careful, Constellation's Second Prince."
"Eckstedt uses the Great Dragon as its flag, but for six hundred years, we have only worshipped the Great Dragon's strength. We have learned the Great Dragon's pride, but we have forgotten the Great Dragon's wisdom and wisdom.
"Although we claim to be the children of the Northern Wind and the Dragon, the shackles of the Empire on us are no less than those of Constellation."
"What do you mean?" Thales widened his eyes. "Do you mean that Eckstedt's domestic situation may be worse than we think?"
"Child, take care." Kaslan only shook his head and gently placed his hand on Thales' shoulder. "Since you paid but did not drink, consider this a bit of advice from me."
Thales could only spread his hands. "Thank you for your advice …"
Unfortunately, it was useless.
'What will come will come.'
No matter what, he had to face Nuven the Seventh.
"By the way." Kaslan hesitated for a while and suddenly exhaled. He smiled and said, "If you run into any irreversible crisis in Eckstedt … when even King Nuven can't save you …"
'Even King Nuven can't save me?'
Thales was puzzled. 'What does that mean?'
"There is a butcher shop on Dragon Clouds City's Westbound Street. Its signboard is a dagger." Kaslan snorted. Under Thales' furrowed brows, he said in a low voice, "The boss is a Far Easterner with the surname Gu. He owed me a favor in the past. He is an extremely daring fellow and often does things that violate the law.
"If you want to ask him for help, just say 'six and a half dollars'."
Under Thales' astonished gaze, the old Kaslan slapped him hard on the shoulder again!
The second prince staggered again.
As Thales grimaced in pain, the old man before him slowly stood up and laughed heartily.
"The next time you come, remember to drink my rye wine!
That is the symbol of a man! "
Thales smiled awkwardly and left before Putray's murderous gaze could kill.
Kentvida frowned and watched Thales and the Constellatiates leave.
Then, he slowly walked to the bar counter and turned to the old Kaslan.
"You saw it, right? The next King of Constellation." Kentvida's gaze was cold. "You saw how different he is. He has matured and changed. What were we doing when we were seven? What was King Nuven doing when he was seven? "
"Hmm." The old Kaslan stared at the door of the tavern and said slowly, "This child's gaze is indeed different from the others."
He could not see respect or nervousness in the child's eyes. They were only full of interest and curiosity.
There was also an enigmatic confidence and determination, as if they had never wavered.
This was not the gaze of a frightened child who was thousands of miles away from home.
"This is the next opponent that Eckstedt will face … I am almost certain that when he grows up, he will definitely become Eckstedt's greatest enemy." Kentvida curled up the corners of his mouth and knocked on the bar counter. "Unfortunately, the archduke cannot attack him directly.
"When did we Northlanders become cowards who would scheme against and fear even a seven-year-old child?" Kaslan said disdainfully in a low voice, "Maintaining a country amidst conspiracies and fear … This is something that only a shaky Empire would do."
"Of course," Archduke Lampard's strategist said softly, "For this, we need a better king, not an old, muddleheaded person who does not enjoy his position and does not act like a hot-blooded person who is still wet behind the ears."
"Hmph." Kaslan grabbed two wine glasses and placed them in the kitchen's window. "So, Chapman Lampard is really a good candidate?"
"I believe that you still love Eckstedt and the Dragon's Kingdom deeply." Kentvida fixed his gaze on him. "Even if King Nuven chased you out of the White Blade Guards."
"Hey!" The old man seemed to be particularly dissatisfied with this sentence. "Nuven did not chase me away!"
"I left on my own!"
Kentvida did not speak. He only stared at the old man.
Really?
After a few seconds, he slowly said,
"So you still don't agree?"
"Hah!" Kaslan shook his head mockingly. "I'm just a tavern owner. What can I agree to?"
"'Kaslan the Ground-Shaker', as the former leader of the White Blade Guards, your name is still spread among them. Your story is still being sung about in the Thirty-Eight Sentry Grounds," Kentvida said slowly, "As long as you say the word …"
"Why? You want me to use my influence and connections to convince my old subordinates to stand on Chapman's side?" Kaslan snorted in disdain.
"I believe that you will make the best choice for Eckstedt." Kentvida's expression was indifferent, but his gaze was sharp. He stared straight at the old man, Kaslan.
"Kaslan Lampard …"
"After all, you are the archduke's uncle."
Kaslan raised his head abruptly.
"And the most famous commander of the White Blade Guards since Eckstedt was founded," Kentvida said flatly.
"In the upcoming storm, you are destined to be unable to remain unscathed."
'Of course, it might not just be' convincing my old subordinates'.
Kentvida silently thought, 'After all, the White Blade Guards are the king's personal guards. They are responsible for the safety of the common-elected king of Eckstedt …'
"Do you know what this reminds me of?" Kaslan interrupted his thoughts.
Kentvida politely curled the corners of his lips into a smile.
The old man stared at him coldly.
"Quiso Lampard was asked by the Empire to convince his fellow countrymen to cooperate with the Empire, pay taxes obediently, and stop resisting.
"If I say no, will that brat Chapman exile me to Reformation Tower as well?"
Kentvida furrowed his brows.
"Go back and tell my nephew," Kaslan said slowly but resolutely, "Go to hell with Lampard."
"Go to hell with Rumba."
Kentvida sighed and shook his head as expected. "Then, you should at least be able to help me with the second favor."
Kaslan snorted coldly. "All of you are always concerned about benefits, aren't you?"
Kentvida narrowed his eyes. "This time, it has something to do with that prince."
Kaslan put away a few cups again and ignored the viscount.
"Someone in Eckstedt wants to assassinate that prince. Whether it's to frame the archduke or to mess up the situation," Kentvida said with a dark expression. "They even used the officer spy lurking in our Mystic Gun Unit."
"You know that I hate these dirty politics the most." Kaslan raised his head and said rudely, "I don't want to know anything —"
"What happens next concerns you," Kentvida interrupted him in a deep voice. "The archduke sent a letter yesterday saying that we found clues about the officer spy in the black market, but it was intercepted halfway."
"What does it have to do with me?" Kaslan said rudely.
"The people who intercepted the clues used the Tower of Eradication's sword style. They used an unusual Power of Eradication!" Kentvida said in a low voice, as if he was talking about a secret. "And they were definitely not from the Tower of Eradication."
Kaslan was stunned.
"Go on." The old man became solemn. "What is the Power of Eradication?"
"I know you will care about it …" Kentvida said sharply, "It's the kind of Power of Eradication you mentioned a long time ago, the frenzied and out-of-control Power of Eradication … I remember that you are still working for the Tower of Eradication?"
"It's just to return a favor to Shao." A nostalgic look appeared in Kaslan's eyes. "After all, it's been so many years since I graduated …"
But he immediately looked at Kentvida seriously. "What else?"
"The supra class Swordsman of Eradication under us, Kroesch … Do you remember her? She's the daughter of your comrade, that strong little girl. She was heavily injured in their hands and almost lost her life.
"She was the only one who escaped."
Kaslan clenched his fists.
"The clues we pursued have been cut off. The only clue we have left is that strange Power of Eradication …" Kentvida said sincerely, "We need your help … even if it's for the Tower of Eradication, not for Lampard."
"The person who is as famous as' Gray Sword Guard 'Shao, the pride of the Tower of Eradication, the pride of the White Blade Guards —' Ground Shaker 'Kaslan Lampard."
—
A few days later, in the lounge of the House of Legacy in the Tower of Eradication.
"We can be sure that the Disaster Swords do not have the complete inheritance of the Northland Military Sword Style." One of the supreme class scions, Zedi Taffner, sat on the table and said to his student, "Even if it's outdated, it's still a set of sword style meticulously researched by countless swordsmen and wizards … and the House of Legacy has the most complete security system.
"We can start from here …"
"Alright, alright, alright … Continue looking for books here, Zedi."
The exhausted Kohen Karabeyan leaned against the table and knocked on the table leg. He rubbed his reddened eyes. "Anyway, I can't take it anymore. But I will remember these good times, the days when I sneaked into the Truth Library with my teacher every night …"
Zedi's face instantly darkened.
"Are you giving up?" His teacher said unhappily, "Are you giving up on the investigation of the Disaster Swords?"
"I'm not giving up," the blond police officer, Kohen said angrily, "but do you know how many books there are in the Truth Library?"
"Then, I just received a letter from a beautiful lady yesterday …" Kohen ignored Zedi's unpleasant expression and yawned. "I'm going to return a favor."
'Jala.
'Is that her name?'
Cohen touched the letter in his arms, and the corners of his mouth lifted into a smile.
'That cool girl with dual blades.'
However, at this moment, a stern and cold old voice came from behind the master and disciple.
"Zedi Taffner."
"Kohen Karabeyan."
Both Zedi and Kohen trembled at the same time!
* Thud! * Zedi jumped off the table in a fluster and fell to the ground due to a moment of carelessness.
* Thud! * Kohen nervously bounced up from the ground and ended up hitting his head on the table.
The two of them were in a flurry. One of them rubbed his knees with a twisted expression, while the other touched his scalp and grimaced in pain.
They stood up with difficulty and tried their best to stand straight. They put on their most obedient and friendly smiles and looked at the cold-faced gray-haired old man from the Far East who had appeared out of nowhere with a sword hanging from his waist.
"Ah! Shao! When did you come back? They all said that you went to Blade Valley for an inspection … "This was the heir of the Tower of Eradication, Zedi Taffner, who raised his hands and bowed with a face full of smiles.
"Master Shao! Master Shao! Ah, I planned to visit you first when I came back this time. I even brought you Constellation's specialties … "This was Kohen Karabeyan, Constellation's police officer cum captain of the city defense, rubbing his hands together with a flattering expression.
But the gray-haired old man, Shao, ignored their smiles.
"The table in the lounge is not for dancing." Shao stared at Zedi, who had a flattering expression on his face. His cold voice made Zedi's smile even more awkward. "The heir must set a good example!"
"Of course, of course." Zedi Taffner nodded sincerely and humbly.
Then, he turned to Kohen. His stern face scared the latter so much that he trembled. "Since there are chairs, don't sit on the ground."
"Yes, yes, yes." Kohen listened to Shao's teachings seriously and seriously.
The two of them smiled and nodded repeatedly. They were as respectful as they could be.
What a joke, this was the master of the Tower of Eradication, the Gray Sword Guard!
The lightest punishment he could give to his students was to stand upside down with one hand for ten hours!
And crimes that were worthy of the lightest punishment — for example, taking too long steps and having poor manners!
The Gray Sword Guard stared at them coldly.
Zedi and Kohen stood straighter than the other.
Fortunately, Shao only snorted in the end and said nothing.
The two of them secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Until Shao said his next sentence.
"I heard," Shao said slowly, "that you have sneaked into the Truth Library many times over the past few days?"
Zedi and Kohen froze on the spot at the same time.
"This … listen to my explanation." Zedi smiled awkwardly. "That … you were not around, right? Kohen found some clues about the 'Disaster Swords', so …"
"This is for the Tower of Eradication, for the 'Purgers'." Kohen used the words he learned in the police station and patted his chest righteously. "We are for the 'Disaster Swords' —"
But Shao's solemn and deep voice rose slowly and interrupted them.
"Very well." The Gray Sword Guard's expression was solemn. "Kohen Karabeyan."
Kohen immediately puffed out his chest and raised his head solemnly. He stood straight.
"Go to Eckstedt immediately," Shao said slowly. "There is an old friend called Kaslan who needs help."
"Huh? Kaslan? " It was Zedi. He looked at Shao in surprise. "You mean that drunken Northlander uncle who uses a sword as an axe?"
Shao turned to him. His cold gaze forced Zedi to shut his mouth.
"But …" Kohen scratched his head awkwardly. "I have to return to Constellation to help a friend first …"
"Do you remember Kroesch? She was in the same batch as you," Shao said in a low voice. "She was injured by the Disaster Swords … She might never be able to use a sword again in this life."
Kohen looked up with a stunned expression.
'Kroesch …'
The image of a Northlander girl with a buzz cut holding a sword and gritting her teeth under the scorching sun appeared in his mind.
And her white teeth.
"Alright." The police officer turned around without hesitation and said firmly to the two scions, "I will go and prepare immediately … How serious is the situation? Do I need to bring my family's private army? "
"Bringing a Constellatiate noble's private army into Eckstedt," Zedi said in a low voice. "Are you out of your mind?"
Kohen nodded in realization.
"You will not be the only one," Shao said in a low voice. "There is another person who will meet you on the way … She has just joined the 'Purgers'."
Kohen was instantly stunned.
—
Broken Dragon Fortress, Northern Sluice Gate.
"Be careful on the way. Although Lampard has retreated and the war has not started, it is still Eckstedt." Sonia Sasere, the Fortress Flower, looked at Miranda Arunde, who was ready to go. She chuckled and said, "Although I really want to suggest that you bring the Arunde Family's private army …
"This is the border between the two countries," Miranda said softly. "It is impossible to cross the border with the army."
'Moreover …
'Arunde …'
Miranda clenched the White Eagle emblem on her cuff.
The Fortress Flower looked at her subordinate and sighed. "It is good to go out and hide. After all, those uncles and brothers from the Arunde Family are really annoying …"
Miranda bit her lip and did not say anything.
"This is not to hide," she said faintly.
"Alright, alright, alright." Sonia helplessly held her subordinate's shoulders. "This is for a friend, right?"
Miranda gently patted the white sword hilt at her waist and nodded.
'Kroesch.
A girl who never gives up. '
"We are studying under the same teacher," Duke Arunde's daughter said coldly. "When she is in trouble, I must be by her side."
'I do not have many things left in this world.
I must cherish them. '
Miranda recalled the light and bright figure in white in her memory, as well as his always cheerful and optimistic tone.
She could not help but curl up the corners of her lips.
She turned around and stepped into the stirrup.
"Don't worry, commanding officer. I am not some helpless little tabby cat.
"Besides, I won't be fighting alone." Miranda Arunde nodded at Sonia from her horse. "An old friend will be coming with me."
I will come back once the matter is settled. "
"We are studying under the same teacher," Duke Arunde's daughter said coldly. "When she is in trouble, I must be by her side."
'I do not have many things left in this world.
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