"How bold of him to call himself a member of the royal family."
Her Royal Highness gently tucked her silver hair behind her pointy ears with one hand. She picked up the white porcelain teacup, took a sip, and smiled.
"But the two moons shine together, and the king sleeps in the valley. What do you think this riddle means, Lord Oberwei? "She pondered for a moment, and her silver eyes flashed as she asked.
"Most of the noble families in the kingdom have their own hidden treasures, and this is not an unknown fact. But Ebdon mentioned an oath with the royal family, so this treasure must be related to the royal family. "Oberwei thought for a while and replied.
"I think it is not that simple, Lord Oberwei. The Saint's Oath might be related to my ancestor, Erik."
Oberwei nodded: "The Emerald Lake, the White Mountain, should be referring to Radner's Goddess Lake. I heard that it is the resting place of a Saint."
"I see. Do you have any other theories?"
"The local fishermen often say that they see a Knight of the Lake in the fog, guarding the center of the Goddess Lake. Some people have seen an island with a white rock on it, and it must be the White Mountain."
"Thank you for telling me this, Lord Oberwei. But what is the double-faced stone statue?"
"I do not know, Princess Gryphine."
"That's true. The desire for the mysterious treasure is mostly due to the unknown. This must be the joy of the Knight's story — "
She covered her mouth and laughed: "I'm sorry for making a fool of myself, Lord Oberwei."
"It's nothing, Princess Gryphine. I am also wondering who Ebdon was when he was alive. Because there is no one called Ebdon who was a Knight of the royal family. "Oberwei replied.
"Ebdon might not be called Ebdon when he was alive." Gryphine thought for a while and replied.
"I think so too, Princess Gryphine." Oberwei bowed.
Gryphine stared at the middle-aged man. She was sure that he must have done his research. She could not help but think that if this important official of His Majesty values the young man so much, it must be because of His Majesty's intentions. What ability does he have that you value?
Is it his personal ability?
Part of the reason, but not all of it.
Most likely, he had taken a fancy to the power behind the young man.
The princess could not help but touch her lower lip with her finger. Is the Highland Knight really that important? Can it really restore Erouine's glory? Unlike the local nobles and the Royal Faction, she believed that the kingdom needed a new force to revitalize it. But where was this new power? Highland Knight? Militia? Or the garrison?
It didn't look like it. He kept feeling that there was something missing.
The half-elf girl thought of that young man and shook her head. It wasn't him either. She even vaguely felt a trace of danger. She was slightly startled by the young man and felt a trace of astonishment.
Could it be that he was jealous?
The girl hurriedly shook her head.
"Your Royal Highness?" Oberwei noticed the princess's absent-mindedness.
"Ah, I'm sorry, Lord Oberwei. Please continue."
Oberwei looked at her strangely and nodded.
*****
The first moon set in the west, and the second moon shone in the sky.
Fog gradually rose in the Abies Forest, and the fog in the mountains had a trace of coldness. Brando held the reins with one hand and looked around on the horse's back. He confirmed that the white stag was gradually bringing them east into the lowlands.
A few minutes ago, Retto came to him to tell him that Marcus and his zombie army had stopped chasing them. It was not surprising that they had noticed that their power was gradually declining.
The valley was completely silent.
Two majestic colossi of more than thirty meters in height suddenly appeared in front of everyone in the valley through a thin layer of fog. Even Freya and the other mercenaries could not help but look up at the lifeless boulder and did not say a word for a long time.
Who would have thought that there would be such a scenery behind the desolate valley? Through the thin layer of fog, it was as if their eyes had seen through the shackles of a thousand years and landed on the boulder covered with the dust of history.
For a moment, there was an inexplicable sense of heaviness in their hearts.
The colossi were wearing robes, armor, and skirts. They wore elven pointed helmets with wings on both sides before the Age of the Sages. They held a spear in one hand and a giant shield in the other. They looked straight ahead. It was the appearance of the Holy Warriors in most myths. According to legend, each of these warriors came from the Golden Race. They followed the Azure Knight to fight the Twilight Dragon on the earth during the Dark Age and finally freed Wohnde from the clutches of darkness.
In other words, they were the guardians of all intelligent creatures.
The refugees and mercenaries entered from the foot of the colossi. They suddenly felt a sense of cleansing in their hearts, as if all the dirt and exhaustion had been washed away. They felt refreshed.
Many people even stopped to check if they were hallucinating.
Brando looked at these people. He did not tell them that this was actually Wohnde's most powerful protective barrier, the 'Ten Laws Decree'. In fact, the effect of this barrier was more obvious for people with stronger dark powers. Ordinary people who passed through this barrier would enjoy purification and recovery spells. But for evil beings like Marcus and the White Knight Ebdon, once they passed through this barrier, they would immediately be converted from extreme evil to extreme justice.
However, if they wanted to experience this effect as undead creatures, they would first have to pass through the test of the fourteen-ring Lightning Strike spell at the tip of the two colossi's spears. It was a divine spell. Not to mention Marcus, even the twenty-four Eternal Dukes of Madara would be turned into ashes if they came here.
After passing through the colossi at the entrance of the valley, the valley became wider and wider. In the end, it formed a flat valley floor. Looking from both sides, there was a vast expanse of white fog, and there was no end in sight.
There seemed to be some kind of creature in the fog. The white fog billowed, sometimes forming an angel with wings flying in the sky, a tall Knight, or a fierce griffin, but in the blink of an eye, they disappeared.
In this strange valley, no one dared to be too far away from Brando. The refugees consciously stopped talking, nervously looking at the strange scenery around them.
Freya felt more and more incredulous as she stood behind. This place did not look like a mysterious place that ordinary people would understand. But when she looked at Brando, she was not surprised. She could not help but worry about her gains and losses. Brando was so mysterious. Although they were fighting side by side now, she was worried that one day, an ordinary girl like her would not be able to catch up to him.
She could not help but frown and look at the Roman, although she did not say it out loud. But in her heart, she knew that the Roman's aunt must have her own secrets. Perhaps it was this kind of Miss Merchant who was worthy of Brando.
They were the same kind of people.
The more Freya thought about it, the sadder she felt. In the end, she could not help but hang at the back with her head lowered.
Brando did not notice the little girl's thoughts, because he was answering the Roman's strange questions. For example, "Where is this place, Brando?"
"Didn't I tell you before? This is the place where the Holy Saint's remains are."
"But you didn't tell me where the Holy Saint's remains are."
Brando could not help but feel a headache. He turned around and saw The Shire's serious face. He knew that this guy was definitely not reliable at this time. He then looked at the Merchant Lady who was sitting on the horse's back. She was dirty and covered in mud from head to toe.
There was nothing he could do about it. After all, this young lady had secretly gone to learn how to ride a horse. When Brendel found out about this, he was almost scared to death. He was afraid that his little Romaine would accidentally fall and injure herself. He did not expect that when he ran over to take a look, the Roman actually took a bundle of rope and tied herself to the horse's back. She even ran over to him to show off.
In the end, she was naturally scolded by Brando, so that she would know what she could and could not do in the future.
"The place where the Holy Saint's remains are the ancient kings and sages' resting place. They used their spirit to open up a territory and called it 'their country'. Here, all their people are protected, and outsiders will be lost forever." Brando answered.
"Does that mean there are many places like this, Brando?" The Roman's little face was full of curiosity. Half of her body leaned over and asked curiously.
"Of course."
Brendel sniffed, and his eyebrows almost furrowed into a ball. He made up his mind to let this little brat take a bath when they were out of danger. Which girl could stand the smell of mud all over her body? Sometimes, he really wanted to open up the Merchant Lady's head to see what was inside.
"They are all called the Holy Saint's Remains?"
When they were talking, the others could not help but come closer. After all, it was such a magical place. Everyone wanted to hear the young man's opinion. However, these mercenaries were a little curious. This knowledge was not something that ordinary people could come into contact with. Some of them had seen a lot, and it could be said that their knowledge was not much less than the average noble. But they also did not know a lot of the terms that the young man mentioned. They only heard that the young man was a Highland Knight. Were the Highland Knights really that mysterious?
However, in reality, they did not know. Not only them, but even The Shire was a little confused. After all, as an apprentice, his knowledge was not omnipotent.
The Holy Saint's Remains was related to ancient legends. In this aspect of knowledge, there were not many Wizards in the Black Tower who were proficient in it. As far as The Shire knew, there were probably no more than five people who knew more about it than Brando.
Then, where did his Lord's knowledge in this aspect come from?
The Shire had some doubts in his heart, but he did not ask. After all, at least as far as he knew, people who could see and use the Cards of Fate were not simple people.
Brando listened to the Roman's question and shook his head, "Of course they have their own names. Every Holy Saint's Remains is related to the king who hibernated there. Just like this Valley of Mist that is everywhere and located in the lowland swamps. As far as I know, it is called the Home of Fairies … "
"Home of Fairies?"
"The Knight King was one of the eleven kings. Long before the Flame King Gretel, he was the Guardian of Humans. He had an agreement with the Fairy Queen. The Fairy Queen let him eat the Golden Apple and become the King of Humans. After his death, his soul returned to the Utopia and rested here, continuing to fulfill the promise —"
"This is a place where time is chaotic. Compared to the outside world, the night here tends to be stagnant. Only during the day will time flow again. Legend has it that there is a Golden Apple Tree in this valley. The Fairy Queen lives under the Golden Apple Tree, but no one has ever seen her. Of course, if a mortal sees her, they will never be able to leave. "
He turned his head and saw the Roman staring at him with her clear black and white eyes, her face clean, "Golden Apple?"
"Don't tell me that's all you heard?" Brando's mood was instantly ruined, and he could not help but ask in annoyance.
The merchant girl nodded seriously.
"Alright, little Roman, I won't talk to you about this anymore." He almost couldn't catch his breath, but just as he was about to reason with the merchant girl who did not understand the situation, he suddenly froze and turned his head in a direction.
Everyone turned their heads and followed Brando's gaze. They saw a lone tree.
What is this?
Brando was stunned.
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