"What did you say!" Rolint was shocked. Like many others, he had only stayed in Tónigel for less than half a year. As the situation in the Southern Border became more and more tense, he listened to his father's orders and secretly returned to his family. Although it was said to be a secret, it was difficult to hide it from the people of Tónigel. Fortunately, Lady Amandina did not stop him.
However, like many other young nobles, he came because of the Count's reputation, but he did not get the chance to see the legendary Count. He could not help but feel disappointed.
Hearing Krillin say that Count Trentheim had actually returned to Coldshirt at this time, Rolint could not help but feel excited and uneasy. The uneasiness was naturally due to the fact that he and the count were enemies and not friends.
Once he thought of the Count's legendary experiences, the young man could not help but feel anxious.
Moreover, the Count's freedom did not seem to be in his hands. Thinking of this, Rolint subconsciously turned his gaze to Brando, who was not far away.
Brando was also paying attention to the conversation.
Krillin had naturally noticed the young man who was with Rolint. He faintly felt that he was familiar, but he did not think much of it. Now that he saw Rolint asking for his opinion, he could not help but be shocked. He thought that Brando was a descendant of one of the prominent families in the Southern Border, perhaps an illegitimate son of the Duke of Grinoires.
"Who is he?" He asked softly.
"A magus," Rolint replied dryly, and then added, "Very powerful."
It was as if he was trying to justify his loss of freedom.
However, Krillin did not think so. Rolint's vague explanation only increased his suspicions. Besides, how could there be such a young magus who was' very powerful '? Did he really think that everyone in this world was like The Shire? Moreover, it was said that the Shire was in the state of a Heroic Spirit, which was why he looked so young. It was said that he was from the same era as Sword Saint Darius.
However, he didn't question him rashly and only looked at the latter. He did not recognize Scarlet because Highlander girls rarely appeared in the territory, but the Silver Elf bloodline in Ling and Lotus shocked him. Most of the nobles sent to Tónigel were personally taught by Amandina, especially the younger generation. Clint was only ten years old this year, and even though Rolint was slightly older, he was only fifteen years old. The education they received in Tónigel was often far beyond their peers. Amandina herself was knowledgeable, and most of her knowledge about Erouine came from Brando. Not only did she surpass Erouine in this era, but she also surpassed the knowledge and vision of most people in this era.
In Erouine, there were almost no nobles who could truly differentiate the different branches of the Silver Elves, and there were also not many who knew that there were factions within Madara. It could be said that the youths who came from Tónigel were the most insightful and farsighted people in Erouine in this era.
Clint had studied in Tónigel for much longer than Rolint, so he could recognize the Silver Elf characteristics on Ling and Lotus at a glance. He couldn't help but be amazed that there was a pair of beautiful Silver Elf descendants in Tónigel.
At this time, Brando stopped Scarlet who was about to ask questions, and at the same time, gave a look to the Grey Wolves Mercenaries, and asked Albert to delay the Highlander girl. At the same time, he opened his mouth and asked, "The Count of Tónigel you mentioned is the famous Count?"
"Yes, Mister Wizard."
"Then bring us to him." Brando's tone was almost indisputable, and the boy found himself unable to open his mouth to refute. He could only subconsciously look at Rolint in confusion.
"Bring him to him." Rolint had long been familiar with the way the young Wizard spoke, and he replied with a tone of despair.
This wizard seemed easy to get along with, but when he got serious, he had the aura of a lord. He spoke as if thousands of soldiers and horses were bowing down to him. He had only seen such an aura from Duke Grinoires. He could not help but mutter to himself about Haynf's unreliable deduction.
Clint thought for a moment, and it seemed that there was no reason to object. Now that the enemy was in front of them, the Count had to meet the people of Coldshirt to calm them down. He believed that no one would dare to behave atrociously in front of the legendary figure.
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"Sir Rolint, who allowed you to spread rumors in Coldshirt?"
Jutta coldly stared at the middle-aged man in front of her. The lonely winter sun passed through the skylight and formed a beam of light that fell on the dark hall of Castle Abies. The arched door leading to the courtyard was wide open, and the sunlight that fell on the ground was shockingly bright.
The middle-aged man standing in front of Jutta had a thick beard above his lips. He was dressed in a neat suit, and there was a faint sneer on his face: "Madam Jutta, I did spread some news outside, but I'm afraid it's not all rumors, right?"
"This is Tónigel, and there's no need for you to go beyond your authority!"
"What's wrong?" Rolint pretended to be surprised and replied: "Even the Count's return to his territory is a secret that needs to be kept?"
"Ridiculous! How could the Lord come back at this time, he … "Jutta suddenly realized that it was a secret and subconsciously closed her mouth. She looked at the other party with her emerald eyes and took a deep breath. Her towering breasts gently rose and fell, and then she replied: "In short, I hope you can abide by the rules that guests should abide by, or I'll have to send you out of the country."
"Oh, so the one who really has the right to speak in this land is no longer the Count of Tónigel? Has Madam Jutta decided to disobey your Lord, or have you already colluded with that woman to have such an intention? "
"Sir Rolint, pay attention to your words, I'll report everything that happened here today to Count Corvado. Maybe you've drunk too much, I'll let you go out and sober up."
Jutta didn't know what was wrong with this guy. In her memory, although this knight was not very outstanding, at least he was a polite gentleman, but today he seemed to be as aggressive as a mad dog.
She turned around and coldly shouted: "Guards!"
At this time, the hall was slightly dark, and a figure blocked the sunlight at the door. It was a young man wearing a black trench coat, and there was a thick layer of snow on his woolen coat.
Jutta's voice was stuck in her throat: "My, my Lord …?"
"Jutta, why are you so rude to the friends of the King's Party?" The young man asked with a frown.
Jutta felt every hair on her body stand up. That sharp metallic voice was definitely not the Lord she was familiar with.
She subconsciously took a step back and pulled out her long sword. There was a metallic sound in the air, and the bright light reflected on the wall. The tip of the sword shook slightly and pointed directly at the two people opposite her.
Jutta held the sword that Brando gave her, and the leather gloves engraved with the Black Pine emblem rubbed the mithril hilt and guard. She shouted: "Guards, catch these two people!"
The young man did not seem to hear the sword in her hand. He touched his cheek with his hand: "Strange, don't I look like the Count of Tónigel?"
Jutta could not bear it anymore. She growled and stabbed the sword, but she felt that her sword had pierced a layer of barrier and could not go any further. The young man raised his hand, and a sharp airflow swept across her abdomen. Jutta only felt that her vision turned black, and a tearing pain came from her lower abdomen. Her legs were weak, and she could not hold the sword in her hand. It fell to the ground with a clang, and she subconsciously knelt down.
At that moment, the entire hall seemed to spin in front of her eyes. As the world spun, she felt herself falling to the ground. In her field of vision, a dazzling and eye-catching smear of blood was slowly spreading, like a flower blooming in the autumn forest.
Pain and struggle were reflected in the female knight's eyes. She tried her best to get up and grab onto something, but her blood-stained fingers eventually stopped moving.
Not far away, the sword that the Lord gave her was lying quietly on the ground. The sword was slender, and the blade was reflecting the cold winter sun.
Roseburn looked indifferently at the female Knight lying in a pool of blood. The young man beside him had turned in another direction. The guard who was rushing over with a halberd suddenly flew back and hit the long table. With a bang, the table and chair collapsed.
It seemed that it was just a moment, and the hall immersed in darkness was quiet again.
Sir Roseburn squatted down and used his finger to check Jutta's breath. "She's not dead yet. It doesn't matter. We still need her anyway."
He stood up again and snapped his fingers. Several black Knights in heavy armor came in from the outside and moved the unconscious female Knight away from the pool of blood.
The young man looked at Jutta's sword at his feet. He thought for a moment, stepped on it, and broke the blade in two.
There was a soft sound.
At the other end of the hall, someone seemed to have knocked down the candlestick.
"Who is it!" Roseburn quickly looked in that direction and could only see the back of a black-haired girl. He knew the girl. She was a girl from Bucce named Sue. She was the daughter of Copper Dragon Retto and a guest of Abies Castle: "Catch her, don't let her leave Abies Castle!"
A wind blade had already left the young man's hand, but this time it hit the stone pillar at the other end of the hall, stirring up a cloud of gravel.
Sue had already opened the back door in that direction and escaped from there.
"Catch her!"
Roseburn did not expect such an accident to happen and could not help but shout in exasperation.
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