The Cryptic Clock Tower was located at the top of Fatan City. The twelfth generation of the Empire's architecture was filled with a religious and solemn style unique to that era. Looking out from the long and narrow window on one side of the clock tower, one could see the seaside scenery of Fakus. The blue horizon was level with the sky, and long headlands and lighthouses were deep in the sea. Jutta chose this place as her temporary office because she could overlook the whole city and its surroundings. However, Metisha always felt that she preferred the narrow space to give her a sense of security. It was said that her room in Abies was such a small room that it looked like a fortress from the outside.
There were many inconveniences in working in such a place, but Metisha had always been a resigned person, so she agreed. Eugenie, the daughter of Duke Viero, was a little dissatisfied, but she did not insist on objecting. At this moment, the sun had just risen, and a thin light shone into the room. The long shadow extended along the corner of the table, embellishing the decorative crystal on the table. Metisha frowned slightly and reached out to move it to the side. The crystal was slightly transparent under the sunlight, casting a faint yellow shadow on the sheepskin on the table.
It was a letter filled with ciphertext. This ancient language was passed down from generation to generation by the Silver Elves. Now, it was taught by Metisha and was only used by the White Lion Guards.
Eugenie Viero and Marjory stood behind her, waiting for the Fairy Princess to read the letter. After a moment, Metisha sighed and put down the letter. The sunlight made a silhouette of her. On her side, the Dragon Rock wooden window frame was used as a picture frame for the view of the harbor. However, Fatan had already closed the harbor, and the harbor was as calm as a mirror. "What's wrong, Miss Metisha?" Eugenie asked after a while. She thought that Metisha would always speak according to the usual opening, but this time, the Fairy Princess fell into an unsettling silence.
Metisha put down the letter and shook her head. "There's no news. The White Legion is still biding their time. I asked the scouts to approach the Leveya Valley and the Golden Needle Forest, but they are still silent. This silence makes me uneasy."
"What about the villagers?" In the corner of the room, Delfien sat in a wheelchair. The place she was in was completely dark, leaving only a calm eye emitting a faint light in the darkness. The Silver Dragon Lady stood behind Delphine. Ever since Mythril saved this little human girl, she admired Delphine's wisdom more and more. She often stayed by Delphine's side in the name of observing the patients. Perhaps Delphine was grateful to Mythril for saving her life, so she did not object.
"That's what I'm worried about." Metisha gently folded the paper and handed it to the two people behind her. Then, Eugenie and Marjory passed it to Mithril and finally to Delfien. The Prime Minister's daughter pinched the sheepskin between her thumb and forefinger without saying a word. The scar on her face seemed to have been carved with a knife, bright and dark, and the words on the sheepskin were written in golden lines:
The villagers did not make any move —
"The White Legion, the villagers of the Lache of Wa, this is the military force that Constance can mobilize in the Metz area. Now, they are biding their time. What's so strange about this?" The Duke's daughter's eyebrows were full of annoyance, just like her complaining tone.
"Is Her Majesty still planning to target Ludwig first?" Marjory asked tentatively.
"That's impossible," Delfien interrupted him firmly. Her gaze fell on the sheepskin again. She hesitated silently and said, "Maybe she's waiting for an opportunity."
"Waiting for what opportunity?" Eugenie asked.
"That's possible," Metisha rubbed her forehead, thought for a while, and explained, "I also think that Miss Delfien's guess is right. The eldest prince is at Fathan Port. As long as he is alive, he will become the remaining pillar of faith for the northern nobles in the Holy Cathedral. Once Fathan is conquered, the north's dilemma will be solved. This is also the reason why Duke Vena has repeatedly sent letters asking us to go to Yue Ma City in the Favor Forest. Constance can't see this. His Majesty is unwilling to move because he wants to set up a battlefield in Fathan — "
"But Fathan is not a good battlefield. Although the east side is a long and narrow mountain path, the northwest side is flat and open. The hills are also good for hiding troops. It's easy to attack but hard to defend." Marjory was quite opposed to this plan. This was not the first time that he had questioned it.
Delfien was quite disdainful. "His Majesty has already arranged the plan. What we need to do is to execute this plan to the best of its ability, not to discuss whether the plan is feasible or not." She sneered, "My time is limited. I'm here to listen to Miss Metisha's constructive ideas. As for the others, please keep your mouth shut."
Marjory's face was quite unpleasant, but he did not want to argue with a woman. He looked at the ugly woman coldly and did not speak anymore. Delfien's words angered Eugenie who was beside her. The eldest daughter of the duke sneered, "The word 'His Majesty' is really catchy."
Metisha saw that the prime minister's daughter had revealed her true nature. She was a little helpless. "Okay, stop arguing." She gently interrupted Delfien's next words. She knew that if this woman continued to speak, the situation would get out of hand, just like the previous few times. "Back to the topic. Do you have any other ideas?"
Delfien saw that Metisha had spoken, so she did not fight back. However, she did not speak easily either. The Silver Dragon Lady behind her suddenly said, "Are they waiting for the army at the Evergreen Corridor?"
The army of Jorgendy Ridge and the Lion Men.
Except for Delfien, everyone's eyes lit up slightly. However, the light in Metisha's eyes quickly dimmed. She shook her head and said, "The army of the dukes is also gathering. Constance must seize every second — if she does not want this civil war to drag on for years. His Majesty thinks so too. He knows that woman will not wait for years. She will definitely seize this opportunity. How can she wait for the army of Jorgendy Ridge and the Lion Men to arrive on the battlefield? "
"She must have other plans," Delfien replied with certainty. "That's why she can be so fearless. We have to find a way to make that woman show her tail."
"What good ideas do you have?" Eugenie retorted.
The eyes of the prime minister's daughter glowed, like a leopard showing its fangs and claws on the hunt. "It's very simple. Constance's commander is not moving, which means that the best time for them has not yet come. We don't want to give them this opportunity, so that this opportunity will never come. We will take the initiative to attack Ovechin, the Olivia Valley and the Golden Needle Forest."
"You're crazy!" The duke's daughter was shocked.
Marjory was also shocked, but the professional sergeant quickly reacted and showed a thoughtful look.
Metisha was slightly startled. She bent her head and gently tapped the tip of her smooth jade-like chin. "This plan seems to be feasible," she said thoughtfully. "As long as we modify the details a little …"
Eugenie saw that the three of them seemed to be serious. She was not proficient in military affairs, so she could not help but hesitate. "Do we need to inform the count?"
"Of course," the Fairy Princess at this moment was the commander of the Imperial Guards. She immediately made a decision. "We also need to inform Jutta. Without her warrant, you can't mobilize the White Lion Guards." She seemed to have just realized that one person was missing. She could not help but ask, "By the way, where is Madam Jutta?"
"… She seems to have gone to patrol in person because she was worried that the information was wrong."
Metisha smiled bitterly and shook her head. "This lady …"
…
The Golden Needle Valley was like a gray sea. The tall Shining Silver Trees were like soldiers in gray armor. The snow-white trunks stood upright, and the branches twisted and climbed up. After midsummer, autumn arrived in the forest. The ground was covered with a thick layer of gray leaves. Several Knights rode their horses to the side of an ancient tree. They were fully equipped and armed. On their shoulder armor was a white lion with shining fur. The female Knight in the lead lifted her mask. Her fiery red hair flowed down from under the metal mask, revealing a beautiful face that made people drool. Her emerald eyes swept across the tree trunk. She raised the spear in her hand and pointed at one of the branches. "What is this?"
Where the tip of her spear pointed, the tree trunk was crisscrossed by sharp weapons. It was strange and winding, as if it was wriggling and coming back to life. It was unpleasant.
"This is a secret mark left by the mountain people, my lady." One of the Knight glanced at the tree and replied in a low muffled voice. "The survivors of the Lache of Wa have been using this set of secret marks for thousands of years. Only they know what it means."
Jutta looked around. The forest was as silent as a ghost. The cold wind swept through the treetops, and then whispers sounded in the forest. She was not afraid. She raised the spear and drew a circle around herself. "This used to be the mountain people's territory?"
"Here, and the north of the Golden Needle Forest, including the Oliveya Valley." The knight replied respectfully, "The mountain people have been hiding here for thousands of years. It is precisely because they are in the north that the White Legion dares to station their troops in Awe Hin, a place surrounded by valleys on three sides. But with this forest, Awe Hin is the most important strategic location in the south of Khomixin."
"Then where are they now?"
The Knight was speechless. "This …" He hesitated. "Someone saw them go north. The local hunters said that as early as a week ago, the mountain people here began a mass migration. There is no one left in the forest now."
Jana turned around, her emerald green eyes flashing with dissatisfaction at this answer. "Why did they go north?" She asked. "The mountains of the Lache of Wa are the homeland of the mountain people. Why did they leave after getting this land? Meyr, you are also a mountain person. Would you leave your homeland? I know the mountain people very well because the blood of the mountain people flows in my veins. They will not leave their homeland easily. "
She frowned uneasily. "There must be a conspiracy behind this. But the question is, where did they go?"
The Knight muttered softly. "… They went on a pilgrimage. The Lache appeared in Wohnde again."
The 'Lache' was the holy one of the mountain people. The legend of him was passed down from generation to generation. It was said that he saved the mountain people from the claws of the evil god Tardis Sian in the present day Voraka. The mountain winds in the Lache of Wa still carried his name. Occasionally, the forest would whisper about this legend. The Lache of Wa meant the homeland of the holy one in the language of the mountain people. Therefore, it was regarded as a sacred land by the mountain people.
Jutta spat softly. "That pretentious woman." She was talking about Constance. Her tone was full of disdain. "When did the Dark Dragon become the holy one of the mountain people? Although the Miirnas once ruled the mountain people for a period of time, they were not better off than now."
The Knight shook his head. "I am not too sure about this, my lord." He looked ahead. The shadows of the trees overlapped and made him uneasy. He hesitated. "Should we continue?"
The female knight, however, raised a finger. Her face was suddenly covered in a pale white that had lost all its color. "Shh —" Jutta replied solemnly. "Did you hear something?"
The forest was whispering. The rustling of footsteps was like insects crawling on the ground.
… …
Haku's words finally had a miraculous effect.
There was a moment of silence in the underground round hall. A beam of light shone down from the dome. Specks of light danced in the bright light and dust floated up and down. In the intertwining light and darkness, Lorison's undead statue was like a stone statue. Only the Soul Fire in his rib cavity was burning vigorously. A stone rolled down from the broken pillar, making a hollow echo. It rolled to the feet of the Allium Japonicum. The female Knight bent down and picked it up.
Brando turned around. He looked at Haku condescendingly and narrowed his dark brown eyes. "Before we talk about the conditions, take out the thing first."
Haku's expression changed. "What thing?"
"You know."
Haku's expression changed several times. In the end, he nodded hesitantly. "Take it!" She took out a gemstone that shone like an agate and threw it to Brando. Brando reached out and caught it firmly in his hand. It was cold to the touch, but there was a warm feeling inside. There was no doubt that this gemstone was the extremely precious item from his previous life — the fragment of the natural order.
"At least you know what's good for you," Brando replied. "You can tell me now."
"What do you want to hear?"
"Everything."
"But the key is the deal between Her Majesty the Queen and that person —"
Haku's expression gradually darkened. "If I tell you everything, then what other trump cards do I have? Human, this is not the way to negotiate a deal. "
Brando smiled. If he was not familiar with this woman, he might have been fooled. He shook his head and did not mind. "If you really think so, Madam Tiamas," he said, dragging his voice, "Mr. Crotte —"
"Enough —" Haku was almost roaring. The dead had long lost the right to breathe, but her chest rose and fell rapidly, as if she recalled her instincts when she was alive. "The key to the deal is in your hands."
Brando glanced at the fragment of the natural order in his hand. "In my hands? Of course I know it's in my hands. But what benefit does Constance get from it? " He said in surprise. "I don't think the Silver Queen is a philanthropist who only wants to give without asking for anything in return."
"You're asking the wrong question," Bai Leng said with a smile. "You should ask, what benefit does Madara get from it?"
Brando opened his hand. The agate-like gemstone shone in the center of his palm. The soft light shone in all directions, reflecting on his pale cheeks. But he immediately retracted his hand and frowned. He realized that this question might not be so simple. "What does this mean?" he asked. "Don't keep me in suspense. You should know that my patience is limited."
"There are a few places in the White Mountain where the sun never rises again. A new kind of order has been formed there, and the undead can be greatly strengthened in that land."
"The Land of the Dead Moon." A voice in Brando's head buzzed. He suddenly thought of a possibility.
… …
(PS: I'm a little late because I'm thinking of the plot. Don't worry.)
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