The young man did not move, but the Black Knight stood up and chased in that direction. Sir Rosborne tugged at his collar and wanted to follow, but the young man beside him grabbed his arm.
"You can't go."
"We'll be in big trouble if she escapes!"
"She won't be able to escape. Calm down, my friend. That little girl is at most an Iron-ranked warrior. If it's the Banxians' Knight, they won't be of much use, but at least they can handle such a small matter."
Rosborne thought about it and calmed down: "You're right. Get ready, I'll accompany you to the square."
The young man smiled.
"Although I don't know who this Count is, he should be proud of himself. To think that I would have to play the role of a mortal."
He tilted his head: "This feeling, to be honest, is a little strange."
"He's not a simple human. Be careful, he's quite close to William and Tulman."
"The ones who should be worried are the Gray Mages. I heard that the fortress designed by the mortal is quite unique."
Rosborne could hear the ridicule in the Buga's voice and could not help but laugh.
The fortress that the mortal was so proud of was a joke.
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The square outside the main gate of Castle Abies was already crowded with people. The snow was getting heavier, and the statue of the Knight above the fountain in the middle of the square was covered in a thick layer of snow. It was as if a thick layer of cushion had been added to the bronze shoulders, and the long tassels of the helmet were also dyed white.
In the nearby bars, people crowded to the window seats, and the square was silent. Everyone seemed to be waiting for someone to appear.
Haynf sat by the window of the bar and stared at the snowflakes that were melting into water stains on the window lattice.
He felt that he had bad luck since he left the wizard. First, he could not find his brother, and the maid of Abies told him that Clint Montoro had moved out for a few days. Abies was so big that he could not search every inch of it.
To make matters worse, the road to Palas and Radner was blocked by the rebels. He was still safe and sound when he left Erouine. He was extremely worried about his father in Vlada Pest, but it was to no avail.
After all, even if the rebel army did not surround Fort Parris, as a rising noble who was close to the royal family, he had nowhere to go.
Perhaps they could only wait for the war to end, but the future was bleak.
Even Her Royal Highness was trapped in Randner and there was no news of her. Count Tónigel's most capable subordinates, including Amandina, were also not in Abies.
For a moment, the young man felt a sense of helplessness. He remembered that he had encouraged Rolint when he was in Salnan. He did not expect that the situation between them would change so quickly.
In his depression, he could only find a random bar to drink while thinking about his future plans. In short, he must first ascertain the whereabouts of his father, and if he had indeed perished in Frada, then he must find a way to take his brother away.
If Her Royal Highness was able to pull herself together in the future, she should give his family a place to live, right?
Just as Haynf was about to get drunk, news about the count came back.
It was as if his luck had changed from that moment onwards.
He realized that he had chosen a wise position. In just a short fifteen minutes, there were a few people who wanted to 'pay a high price' in exchange for his position.
There was even a female swordswoman with a hot figure who boldly threw him a flirtatious glance.
But after a painful decision, the young man flatly refused. It was the first time he could see the hero he worshipped in his heart at such a close distance.
"Stingy mister, this should be enough, right?" The female swordswoman, who called herself Claudia, sat beside him and squeezed together with him. She used a hoarse voice to whisper in his ear.
"Miss Claudia … …"
Even though the female swordswoman's appearance was average and she wore thick leather armor, it could not hide her hot figure. Haynf only felt that his mouth was dry. He was not a virgin, but this was too much.
"Don't mind it," the female swordswoman interrupted him with a smile. "It seems that you are not a native of Tónigel. Are you also interested in the count?"
"Aren't you also not a native?" Haynf stuttered.
"You actually don't know? I am a mercenary. In Tónigel, there is no mercenary who does not respect the count. He stood up for us in the battle of Abies."
Haynf saw the female swordswoman's worshipful expression and could not help but feel jealous. "But didn't Abies expel many mercenaries and adventurers?"
"Those notorious fellows, how many normal people do you think would welcome them? I applaud the people of Tónigel for doing so. "Claudia replied disapprovingly.
Only then did Ha Yinfu come to a realization and nod silently.
At this moment, there was a commotion in the crowd. Haynf also saw a group of people appear in the direction of Abies Castle. More than ten black-armored Knight escorted someone out from the castle gate behind the drawbridge.
"His Lordship is out!"
Someone in the crowd shouted.
Haynf instantly became excited and even forgot about the beautiful scenery around him. He grasped the lattice of the window and almost leaned his body out to see clearly what the legendary Count was like.
The crowd also became excited and the whispers seemed to have quieted down. Then, the people spontaneously chanted the name and honorific that had been passed down from mouth to mouth. The buzzing of voices converged into a torrent.
"Count Tónigel."
"The descendant of the Sword Saint Darius."
"Our Lord."
It was as if this title alone could eliminate all the uneasiness and fear that had been plaguing them for the past few days.
This was the pride of the Tónigel people. This pride made them understand that as long as its owner did not leave them, then today's predicament would become a thing of the past.
It would become a memory of yesterday.
"My Lord!"
"My Lord!"
The spontaneous shouts were like a tsunami, rising and falling one after another.
Haynf also felt his blood boiling, as if all the difficulties no longer existed. The Count was naturally invincible. What were the Buga people in front of him?
He also joined in the shouting.
But the swordswoman asked in his ear: "Have you seen the Count?"
"Ah, no." Haynf shivered slightly, "But I have heard every rumor about him. He is our kingdom's greatest Knight of this era —"
"Yes," the swordswoman also looked in that direction: "I only saw him once a year ago from afar. The Count is a very special noble."
The young man rode on a highland horse from Grinoires, calmly enjoying the cheers of the crowd.
"I'm a little surprised," he looked back and said to Sir Roseburn: "This mortal has such a high reputation here. He must be a guy who is good at bewitching people."
"Mortals see this as a kind of power." Roseburn replied with a cold face: "That's why there are so many deceivers, but they don't understand what real power is."
The young man only smiled and shook his head.
Clint dragged Rolant forward in the fanatical crowd, trying to get closer to the Count, but it was a little futile. Brando shook his head helplessly and pointed with his finger. An invisible force separated the crowd so that they could continue to move forward.
The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was a vast expanse of white.
Brando was not as enthusiastic as the two teenagers. He had silently put on his hood. Seeing this, Scarlet also pulled up her grey hood and stood behind him.
Both of them saw the Count of Tónigel in the distance.
"My Lord, should we squeeze past him?" Albert frowned: "That guy must be a fake!"
"Of course he's a fake." Scarlet gave Albert a slap on the head: "Do I need you to tell me that?"
"Big Sister, I …" Albert felt that he had been wronged. Wasn't he just trying to make His Excellency angry? He wasn't speaking for the enemy.
"Why is Miss Jutta there?" Scarlet frowned and whispered: "Was she deceived or coerced?"
"That's not her."
Brando shook his head.
His face had already darkened. He turned to Albert and the others and said: "Albert, take the Grey Wolves Mercenaries to Abies Castle, but don't act rashly. If there are enemies, find out what happened in Abies Castle and what happened to Miss Jutta."
"My Lord, leave it to me." Albert immediately nodded and whistled. He immediately turned and left in another direction with the rest of the Grey Wolves Mercenaries.
"Do I have to go too?" Scarlet tightened her grip on the halberd and couldn't help but ask.
"No," Brando shook his head: "Let's wait and see what this guy wants to do."
He raised his head and looked in the direction of Abies Castle with a gloomy face.
He had to first determine who the other enemies were. For them to be able to enter Tónigel and put on such a show, it definitely wasn't as simple as the nobles of the Southern Border.
Rolint and Clint who were in the front of the group shivered.
"What's wrong?"
"Why didn't that wizard follow us?" Clint touched his neck and looked behind him strangely: "Isn't he with you?"
"Don't worry about him," Rolint considered whether to run away, but after thinking about it, he gave up on this futile plan: "He's a strange guy."
Clint shrugged: "Let's walk faster. We're already very close to the Count. Heavens, now I have something to talk about. Let's see if those fellows still dare to pretend to be experienced in front of me."
Rolint snorted at this little guy's attitude, but he was also a little excited. Although the matters in the North troubled him, at least it wasn't the matter at hand — right?
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