Chapter 834 Visitor From the North

Ser Gorosh looked curiously at the Dragon Seal Witch who suddenly had a different expression beside him, and couldn't help asking, "Ms. Asarena, what's the problem?"

The red-haired Asarena frowned slightly, woke up from a brief stupor, and then whispered: "No... I must have read it wrong. I thought I saw an acquaintance, but how could it be... and the appearance is different... "

As she spoke, she shook her head: "Don't worry, let's continue."

"This new Cecil Empire is indeed a little different from 'Ansu'..." Ser Gorosh did not doubt, but raised his head and looked at the strange metallic devices floating on the city wall not far away. The crystals above certain mechanical devices and the dark blue drapery hanging from the city walls to the ground—the drapery depicts the emblem of the Cecil Empire, gleaming in the sun, and all this brings With a completely different momentum from the sullen Ansu of the past, "The kingdom of mankind is changing so fast."

"Everything about them is full of change," Asarena said casually, "not like Dragon's Landing -- only stone that hasn't changed for thousands of years and old men more stubborn than stone."

The Dragonborn have entered the city.

These visitors from the far northern kingdoms rode gray-white pack beasts that were taller than war horses, wore armor or smocks different from those in the human world, and carried white banners depicting giant dragon-side beasts in a solemn atmosphere. He stepped into the human city, and the soldiers of the Cecil Empire stood on the towering city walls, watching these guests from the north come to Duchess Victoria and General Byron with the same solemnity.

According to the agreed etiquette, the Dragonborn team stopped at the outer edge of the square, and then the ambassador and advisors left their mounts and came down to the host under the guidance of their attendants. Byron and Victoria led the officials of the government office to greet them. The ceremony of exchanging instruments under the banner of the Empire.

Although the person in charge of the response was Byron, the main negotiator in the whole process was Victoria, who was more familiar with the situation in the north, and several consultants present. The Duke of the North, wearing a long white dress and a short ferret cape, first greeted the calm middle-aged man: "Ser Gorosh, in the name of Emperor Cecil and this land, welcome your arrival."

"Duchess Victoria, I am delighted to have this special opportunity to visit an equally great country," Sir Gorosh smiled, "I believe it will be an unforgettable journey."

Dragonborn doesn't have too much red tape, and the new Cecil Empire also pursues simplicity and efficiency. The initial contact between the two sides quickly finished the process, and then Victoria turned around and looked at Byron beside her: "General Byron, you ...Huh? General Byron?"

Byron did not know when his expression became stiff, and his eyes looked at a red-haired woman in the dragonborn with a strange look. This was undoubtedly a slightly rude move. Victoria immediately couldn't help but reminded in a low voice: "Byron General, please pay attention..."

"Irina?" Byron said subconsciously, "is that you?"

And the red-haired dragonborn woman spoke almost at the same time as Byron: "Are you really Byron? You... wait, who is Irina?"

Byron's expression changed obviously after hearing the other party's voice. It seemed that something unbelievable had been confirmed, but after hearing the other half's rhetorical question, his surprise and Accidentally became embarrassed and stunned: "Uh... isn't your name Irena..."

Victoria Bingxue, who was next to her, was smart, and she quickly remembered her previous conversation with Byron and sorted out all the ins and outs. At this time, she couldn't help turning her head slightly, and even almost wanted to put her hand on her forehead.

Byron also quickly realized what he had made a mistake, and hurriedly explained: "I may have misremembered,

It's been twenty years after all - Eliza? "

The red-haired Dragonborn's expression became more and more strange: "Who is Eliza?"

Byron: "..."

The atmosphere quickly slid in some unexpected direction, and before this important meeting was completely screwed up, Ser Gorosh finally stepped up to make amends: "This is the dragon from Dragon's End. The witch of India, Ms. Asarena, she has traveled in the human world and is our advisor on this trip - it seems that a wonderful fate has arranged a long-awaited reunion today?"

The red-haired dragonborn woman folded her hands on her waist and looked at Byron expressionlessly: "The pseudonym I used back then was Shana."

Byron also quickly adjusted his posture. After standing straight, he coughed softly to cover up his embarrassment, and said calmly, "...Look, I remember at least one syllable..."

Asarena: "..."

"Let's go back to the castle first," Victoria's voice came from the side, rescuing everyone at the scene like a sound of nature, "You can't let the guests wait here for too long."

All agreed immediately.

The short-lived accident on the square seemed to have turned into a small episode. The follow-up process finally came to an end in a relatively smooth situation. Then, the guests from the Holy Dragon Principality were led by Victoria and others to the wind shield fortress. Castle Hall.

The thick walls and the shield surrounding the castle blocked the cold wind, and the sumptuous banquet had been set, and in the light and happy music that echoed in the hall, the previous episode in the square continued——

After the formal ritual process, the Dragonborn and Cecilians began to chat, and some people's private affairs could be chatted well.

In the banquet hall, Byron and Asarena stared with big eyes and small eyes. The incredible coincidence made the two parties not know where to start the conversation. Victoria, who also lamented the wonderful fate, broke the silence: "Bye bye. General Lun, is this really the 'female swordsman' you remember?"

"...That's right," Byron touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassedly. "Her appearance hasn't changed at all. I recognized it at a glance—but I couldn't believe my eyes."

"You look very different from twenty years ago," Asarena said casually, "I thought it was my illusion at first glance."

"Twenty years," Byron shrugged, "and I'm human."

Asarena pursed her lips and glanced back and forth on Byron several times before she couldn't help but say: "...It's really you...but how is this possible...you are obviously just a servant in the South Corps commander, now... Imperial general? What happened in these twenty years?"

"I sometimes feel that all this is like a dream," Byron smiled and shook his head. "It's you, ah... um, Asarena, what's the matter with you?"

"Is it difficult to understand?" Asha Lena looked down at herself with a smile on her face, "Sorry, I did lie to you back then. My hometown is not Kazaborough in the north, but Shenglong. Dragon's Castle of the Principality, I am a Dragonborn - but this identity is somewhat troublesome after the human world is made public."

"It's Kazabury," Byron corrected immediately, and then looked at Victoria who was beside him with a strange look, "So, I remembered the place name correctly, she said it wrong..."

Victoria suddenly felt a little tired, and said almost with a sigh, "But you remembered the name wrong."

"Is Kazabury?" Asharena opened her eyes in surprise, then shook her head, "I always thought it was called Kazabury, but it turned out to be a mistake... But no one saw it?"

"Twenty years ago...it was a closed age," Byron sighed, then looked at the red-haired dragonborn in front of him with a slightly strange look, "So, you didn't die, you fell off a cliff..."

"Didn't you find my body?" Asarena waved her hand, "That cliff is much more 'cute' than Longyue Cliff."

"So you left suddenly because you wanted to return to the Holy Dragon Principality?"

"Otherwise?" Asha Reina smiled, "I sneaked out myself, but I can't sneak out for the rest of my life. When the news of my father's serious illness came, I had to say goodbye to you in that way. "Sorry, Byron... Captain, I was very young at the time."

"To be honest, if it wasn't for twenty years, I'm afraid I'd have to fight with you," Byron glanced at the dragonborn, "Your 'joke' is a little too big."

"...What are my comrades doing now?" After a moment of silence, Asarena shook the wine glass in her hand, watching the liquid surface ripple in layers of ripples in the crystal container, she asked casually, "You turned out to be an imperial general, so the others... should be doing well too, right?"

"...It's all gone. A few years after you left... it's all gone."

There was a sudden silence between the two old acquaintances.

Twenty years of time separation has caused everyone to embark on a different path. The unexpected reunion after 20 years cannot bring any miracles of fate - it only brings amazing coincidences and gives the parties involved. An opportunity to recall the past, and after the memory, only a trace of their own sighs are left.

Asarena picked up the wine glass, drank the remaining liquid in it, and sighed softly: "The wine in the human world is still so bland, but this kind of taste I haven't tasted in twenty years... Now try it again, It feels pretty good."

Byron smiled: "Don't sigh for the illusion. We were so poor 20 years ago, how could we have drunk such a good wine."

"That's right," Asha Lena also smiled, "I just didn't expect that my travels in the human world would make me a member of the mission today, and those of us were greeted by twenty people. The 'Captain' many years ago...this might be a good start."

She raised her eyelids and looked at the middle-aged knight standing in front of her, wearing a neat officer's uniform with ribbons and medals hanging on her body.

The human world has changed so fast, the nobles twenty years ago...don't dress like this.

"Tell me about now," she said with a smile. "How have you been in the last few years?"

Pea's face appeared in Byron's mind. The knight who was nearly half a hundred years old couldn't help showing a smile that was mixed with joy and reassurance. He nodded: "My daughter can already be called Dad..."

...

"Ah-"

Pea, who was sitting in the chair, sneezed suddenly, which startled Pittman and Carmel who were debugging the equipment.

"Have a cold?" Pittman subconsciously reached out and touched Pea's forehead, "I don't seem to have a fever..."

"It's okay, it's just that my nose is itchy all of a sudden," Peadou shook his head from side to side, and a synthesized voice came from the speaker, "I don't know if Dad has seen the envoy of the Holy Dragon Principality, it seems that the time is almost there... ...I hope he can at least be more serious when it comes to formal occasions, and don't always look unreliable... Alas, although Grand Consul Victoria is also there... Ah yes, Grandpa Pitman, are you here? Is there a magic net terminal that can be directly connected to the North? Wait a minute..."

"Stop, stop—" Pittman's head hurt before Pea could finish speaking, and he waved his hand to interrupt the girl who had become more and more fond of broken thoughts recently, "Don't be too nervous, the Duke of the North will definitely handle it. Everything. As for you, it's better to concentrate now."

"Oh." Pea flattened her mouth, sat down on the chair honestly, and let the technicians play with the metal device attached to the back of her neck, and she couldn't help but move her neck when she occasionally felt itchy.

"It's in good shape," Carmel said, watching the operation of the nerve thorns, with a light blue radiance flowing from his body, "this is the last inspection, pea, congratulations, you can use this thing with confidence in the future. Of course , since this is still a new technology, you still have to pay attention to its normal state, and come to us in time when there is an abnormal situation."

"Don't worry, I'll remember~~" Pea jumped out of the chair and said in a brisk tone, then her eyes swept around the laboratory, and subconsciously landed on another one in the test area next to her. On the chair - there, there was also a test subject with nerve thorns connected to the back of his head, but unlike her, it was a man in a researcher's white robe who looked like a professional technician.

"Is he testing nerve thorns too?" Pea asked curiously, looking over there.

Camel came to Pea's side, and from his pale blue arcane body, there was a gentle and pleasant sound:

"The Cohen Bell Fellow is working on a different project."