When Bretton passed by the courtyard, he saw palm-sized leaves of the Four Seasons Tree in Grinoires. According to Erouine's legends, every leaf of the Four Seasons Tree had the spirit of a hero who died in battle. That was why the military camp often planted such trees to symbolize the bravery of the soldiers.
When he looked at the leaves, he could not help but think of the faces of his comrades who died in the war. For a moment, he even turned a deaf ear to the words of his father, Braggs City Councilor Sir Harbuch.
"Once the rewards are announced, I will try to move you around and see if I can transfer you back to Bruglas. Do you want to join the Public Security Cavalry? I still have some say in the City Hall. "
"If you want to continue to stay in the garrison, it is not impossible. The patrol team on the Coniferous Forest Avenue is not full. However, they belong to Anzek's organization, so it might be a little tough. "
"Actually, my idea is to wait until you are officially appointed as a Knight, then you can come to the Parliament of Nobles to seek a stable position. Bretton?"
Bretton replied.
"Speaking of which, what do you think?" Sir Harbuch looked at his young and impetuous son and could not help but sigh. This son of his had the same personality as when he was young. He was confident, but too proud. Sometimes, this was not a bad thing, but it was not necessarily a good thing either.
In the maxim passed down from mouth to mouth among the nobles, if one was too proud, one would easily suffer setbacks.
Sir Harbuch was 62 years old this year. In Wohnde, this was considered the prime of his life, but he was also slightly old. Strands of silver hair stretched out from his meticulous hairstyle and dyed his temples white. When he was young, he was also a well-known radical in the south of Grinoires. However, as he grew older, he became more conservative and tactful.
Sir Harbuch was wearing a blue coat that reached the ground. Inside, he was wearing a white buttoned vest and black long breeches. He held a cane in one hand and looked at his only son with a kind gaze.
Bretton looked at his father. He replied: "I think, I might go to the Basta Royal Cavalry Academy."
"What?" Sir Harbuch was shocked.
"I got the news from Walter. There are four spots in total. The guards might nominate me, and the White-Mane army might also have thoughts about it, but father, please don't go to the nobles to discuss this matter. " Bretton replied. Walter was the deputy commander of the Silver-winged Cavalry. He was only 23 years old this year, and was only able to obtain his position because of his father's protection. They were close friends.
"The news is really tightly sealed. There's no news from the Parliament of Nobles at all. However, such an award shouldn't be given by the royal family. Did something happen? "Sir Harbuch asked with a frown.
"It's hard to say, but I've made up my mind." Bretton replied.
"That's good too, I'll learn more. However, you have to remember that the Wakefield family's political views have always been biased towards the local area. When you arrive at the Royal Academy, don't clash with the Royal Faction. Of course, you also don't have to be overly worried about them. "Sir Harbuch thought for a moment and changed his decision at the last minute.
Bretton looked towards the courtyard and replied: "Who would care about a small fish?"
"I don't like what you're saying. Everyone in the Wakefield family is a hero. Your grandfather was the chairman of the Parliament of Nobles in Braggs. When I was young, I was also famous in the southern part of Grinoires. You are my son, so of course you won't be inferior to them." Sir Harbuch reprimanded.
Bretton remained expressionless. However, the father and son suddenly stopped talking as they saw a young man walking towards them. He wore a dark blue military uniform with a 32-year-old cavalry sword on his belt. His long silver hair reached his shoulders, and he pursed his lips. There was a feminine beauty to his face.
"Sergeant Tirste."
"Viscount Tirste." Sir Harbuch hurriedly pulled his son to the side and greeted him.
The man who was called Tirste was startled. He raised his head and looked at the old man and the young man with his amethyst-like eyes. He nodded and was about to pass. However, when his gaze landed on Bretton, he suddenly stopped and smiled. He then walked past them and continued on his way.
"Strange?" Sir Harbuch muttered to himself as he watched the young man walk away.
"What's the matter?" Bretton asked.
"Isn't that kid the Duke's illegitimate son? He has always been arrogant. Why does he seem a little strange today?" Sir Harbuch replied.
Bretton turned around and looked at the young man's back. He did not reply, but when he turned around again, he seemed to be deep in thought.
*****
When Tirste pushed open the door to the Silver-Winged Cavalry's command post, the commander of the Silver-Winged Cavalry, Viscount Megeska, was staring blankly outside the window. This middle-aged man with a head full of white hair heard the door open and turned around. When he saw Tirste, he relaxed.
He took out his pipe and pointed to a seat for the man. He smiled and said: "You didn't come very quickly, sergeant."
"Because I had to chase away those troublemakers." The silver-haired man smiled and sat down.
Just like the rumors said, Tirste was the illegitimate son of the Duke of Grinoires. However, his mother was from the Su Clan, a legendary lost Silver Folk. Because of this, he believed that the blood of the Silver Folk flowed in his veins. However, unlike the young man's cold and arrogant personality, Tirste had a shrewd side. Otherwise, he would not have become one of the core members of All For One.
However, this layer of relationship was not something that only the two of them knew.
"So you saw those people?" Megeska asked.
Tirste nodded.
The young man leaned back slightly and replied in a calm manner: "A young man and that red-bearded Batom. They are small fries in the lower ranks of the Iron-ranked. There is nothing noteworthy about them. However, it is a pleasant surprise that there is a Bucce militia among them. Commander, I don't think I need to say more. You must have received the news earlier than me, right? "
Megeska put down his pipe: "That girl is called Freya. She is one of the four candidates. What do you think? "
"Interesting." Tirste laughed: "Are you going to tell me that she is the illegitimate daughter of one of the higher-ups?"
"That's enough. What does that have to do with us?" Megeska replied: "But if that is the case, then we will be able to rule out any suspicions. The one who killed 'Thor' was a person, so he should be at least an Iron-ranked or even a Silver-ranked warrior?"
"I wonder what that Copper Dragon Retto is like." The commander of the Silver-winged Cavalry sat down and replied casually: "I heard that the Silver Pigeon's faction was furious about this. They accused us of not appointing a Silver-ranked or Gold-ranked swordsman for that fool."
The young man sneered: "It's just a substitute. It won't be too late to talk about it after we replace the famous' Wolf Knight '. The organization doesn't need trash. In fact, I've always suspected that Oberwei might have noticed something was amiss that night. "
Megeska nodded.
"Also, my men received news when they were investigating the refugees that night. There was a commotion in Fortress Riedon that night, and the location should be around the Parliament of Nobles. But as for what happened that night, only the nobles would know. " Tirste shrugged: "It's a pity that those idiots lost their lives without leaving a single one behind."
Megeska asked: "What do you think Luc Beson would know?"
"Even if that Tiger knew, he wouldn't say anything. He's not on our side." Tirste said with a double meaning.
"Indeed, no matter if it's the White-mane Army or us, that bastard is an anomaly." Megeska replied.
"So what do you plan to do?"
"Aren't you in charge of this internally? Why are you asking me what to do? Sergeant major, isn't this a little against the rules? "The commander was startled and laughed.
Tirste shook his head: "No, you're in charge of it now. I'm here to hand over the relevant matters and to ask for leave as a sergeant major of the White-mane Army. "
"What's wrong?"
"There's news of the Lionheart."
Megeska was startled: "That's fast. How did they get the news?"
Tirste smiled and did not reply.
*****
After leaving Freya at the Silver-winged Cavalry camp, Brando went to Braggs's' Lagonboone 'market to meet Tamar who had been waiting for a long time.
This future master alchemist probably didn't expect that he was one of the most influential figures in Madara's history. But at this time, he was wearing a strange checkered robe and standing under the scorching sun of June and July. When he saw Brando, he still showed a respectful expression.
"My lord, the things you asked for are ready." Tamar carried a heavy backpack and pulled his son along as he respectfully stood beside Brando.
His respect was not because Brando was a noble, but because he was his savior. But his son was not as reserved as him. Instead, he looked at Brando with a face full of admiration. There were not many children who didn't worship this Knight.
"You managed to buy it?" Brando was surprised. He didn't expect that Braggs would be able to buy authentic elven alchemy utensils in the market. He asked Tamar to take a look, but it was just a casual suggestion. After all, the refined alchemy utensils produced by the merchants in the free port of Ampere Seale could also be used.
Tamar looked at the young Knight and replied: "I rented it from the local Alchemy Union. They asked for 2000 Tor."
The future alchemist said so, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart. Normal alchemy did not require such good conditions. When he was in the noble parliament, he only used a second-hand set of alchemy utensils. This Knight was good at everything, but he spent too much money.
Brando slapped his forehead. He actually forgot about this. But it was even better if he could buy it. After all, he shouldn't be too short on money after this period of time.
However, unlike Tamar, he had his own plans.
He wanted to refine a set of poisoned daggers with 15 oz of Dryad Venom and a set of cursed crossbows with 32 oz of cursed bolts. Although he had some basic strength now, it was not his style to not have any hidden trump cards.
The daggers could be sold to the nobles. The Tree Spirit Venom was colorless and formless. Those who died from it would have the same symptoms as those who died from a sudden illness. For those who were below the Iron rank, this was undoubtedly the best way to help them.
The cursed bolts were a magic weapon that low-level characters needed to kill and commit arson. Of course, they were Brando's first choice. These bolts had a certain chance of inflicting Fatigue, Weakening, and Increased Damage on the enemy. Although it was easy to resist at high levels, it was very effective against enemies below the Silver rank.
The only downside of this item was that the materials used were too expensive. The soul of a mid-level necromancer was difficult to obtain under level 40. This time, Brando was only able to obtain it thanks to the useless nobles in Fortress Riedon.
Of course, making 35 oz of equipment required a level 8 alchemy skill. For Brando, this was not a small problem.
But fortunately, the Elven Alchemy utensils that he obtained increased his alchemy level by 1. If he had the help of a professional alchemist, it could even increase his alchemy level by 1. He also rented an Enchanted Alchemy Workshop. He had just reached level 8, so it should be enough.
(P.S. My stomach is so bloated that I can't sleep. I haven't eaten for two days. That's all for today. I'll make up the rest tomorrow.) (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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