Scene 132 Late Summer

Act 132, late summer, third update

Brando finally managed to put his mind together, but when he raised his head again, he couldn't help being slightly startled because he saw Earl Baal standing in front of him:

What does this guy want to do?

"Mr. Brando?" Earl Violet put away his smile and asked seriously.

"What?" Brando asked in a bad mood.

"Although we have different opinions, our positions seem to be consistent. At least I can be sure that you are not on the other side of us, right?" Before Brando could answer, the Earl of Violet continued: "Of course, we have different opinions. Your own methods hope that the kingdom will be on the road to revival, but there is no need to hate each other. I admit that Mr. Macaro’s approach is a bit extreme, but he is only a mortal after all.”

"What do you want to say?"

"Are you willing to join our side? Instead of complaining, how about practicing it yourself? I hope to see outstanding young people like you in our camp." Baal seemed to have completely forgotten his previous unhappiness. , sincerely invited.

This is in line with your usual style, Brando thought. But he shook his head, thinking nonsense, if it weren't for the fact that we are almost in the same camp, would it be your turn to stand here and talk? You must know that with the help of the ginkgo leaves and Aloz in his hands, it is only a matter of minutes to keep this army - but Brando does not want to make things impossible. He has already given the matter to Qian and Sanfude. Macaro and Lee Woods learned a lesson, but if they go further, the two sides will inevitably conflict. Brando is not a reckless young man who cannot see the situation clearly. He knows that he has left Duke Luen's army here, and maybe Her Royal Highness the Princess will be driven straight in by Enlek's army. Even Freya can't do it if he doesn't do it. It's dangerous, let alone what happens in the future.

Since the other party wisely did not continue to mix things up about the golden apple, he didn't bother to mention it anymore, but he wanted to say something about joining.

What a joke.

Brando looked at the Earl, whom he still had a slight affection for, shook his head, and replied coldly: "No," he flatly refused, but the last sentence made Baal slightly stunned: "You guys You'll see me soon, trust me, but not here, and not in the way you wishful thinking-"

Earl Violet listened to this sentence with a complicated expression, and then took a deep look at Brando.

"We'll see."

He replied.

The real battle ended with the senior knight cadets led by the reserve grade officers. When lower-grade freshmen like Freya arrived, they were actually only responsible for cleaning up the battlefield. This girl was just like everyone else. When she arrived at the battlefield, she saw the hedgehog-like carriage on the central avenue of the forest from a distance. A row of knights in silver armor surrounded the carriage - there were many knights around the knight. There were few corpses of their companions, but even so, they did not let anyone approach the carriage and insisted on treating the wounds on the dead and their companions themselves.

Therefore, the battlefield is clearly divided into two colors - silver and purple, each of which does not interfere with each other. There were corpses everywhere on the road, and it was the same in the forest. Occasionally, a shrill wail could be heard from far and near, or the screams of noble daughters and young masters - in fact, the senior students in front were not killed when they passed the battlefield. All, even some deliberately, they left behind many seriously wounded. But except for the necessary survivors, everyone else must become cold corpses, and this work is left to the freshmen who clean up the battlefield.

Many people were too scared to do it, and some were even nauseated. It was much better for young people like Freya who were promoted from the police force and militia. She just guessed the identity of the person in the carriage, and then buried her head and concentrated on her work. The second son of Earl Beckberg followed him with a livid face. He had already vomited everything he needed to vomit before, but now the young man could only retching feebly.

While holding on to a fir tree, he looked at Freya with admiration for her clean and neat attack, thinking that she was indeed a girl with character.

"...Do you know who that is?" he asked breathlessly.

"What?" Freya was slightly confused and turned around to ask.

"carriage."

The girl from the countryside of Butchi looked at the carriage in confusion, her bright eyes clearly showing her confusion, and she shook her head.

"The emblem on the carriage is the scarab, which belongs to only one person in the kingdom."

"kindness?"

The young man looked at Freya in surprise, thinking to himself, you don't even know this, how did you come to Wangli Academy? However, he immediately discovered that the other party was not pretending to have such an innocent look, and had to shake his head and replied: "Master Li Woods, Eruin's chief palace wizard."

"Ah" the girl was surprised.

The second son of Earl Bekberg shook his head again: "But if Master Lee Woods is in the carriage, there is no need for us to take action. Therefore, there may be other people in the carriage, but there are not many people close to Master Lee Woods. Apart from His Majesty the current King, the only people who can borrow his carriage are his students."

"Your Highness Princess?" Freya couldn't help but look over there with wide eyes. Although she was just a country girl, she still understood these common sense.

The young man nodded.

But while the two were talking, a black war horse suddenly passed by them. The knight on the horse quickly passed through the forest, but seemed to be stunned for a moment, then turned the horse's head back to the two people - and then stopped in front of them. Freya was slightly startled. She and the young man beside her subconsciously raised their heads, and then saw that beautiful and indifferent face.

The head on the snow-white neck seems to be an exquisite work of art. Even in the north of Corcova, it is rare for you to see such a perfect face. The arc brought by the pointed chin seems to have just stepped out of the painting. Same as down. It makes people think that the so-called beauties of the northern country sung in the poems of bards may have originated from this.

The girl's eyes seemed to be a pair of cold amethysts. People from the North had more or less the blood of the Min'er people, but it was quite rare to have such pure blood. Her lips were pursed tightly, and the two thin eyebrows under the forehead-length bangs were slightly raised, and then frowned with dissatisfaction, giving people a kind of unsmiling feeling. The straight and slender nose seemed to represent the girl's extreme Strong character. But at this moment, he just let out a soft snort.

She looked at the two people condescendingly, her eyes slowly swept from Freya to the second son of Earl Beckberg.

"Your name is Freya?"

She stared at Count Beckberg's second son, making the latter feel as if he was a poisonous snake in the grass being locked by the sharp gaze of a falcon, and his whole body was chilled. But when Nymesis spoke, her low, cold, slightly hoarse voice was asking Freya.

"Yes, it is."

"Your riding skills and swordsmanship training results are very good," Nymesis said in a low and magnetic voice: "I have also heard about you, but if you want to achieve your wish, you'd better Stay away from these scum——" The girl sat on the horse, looked back at the young man with a disdainful look, and said bluntly.

Both of them were stunned.

The second son of Earl Beckberg frowned and subconsciously retorted: "Senior Sister Nimesis, you said so -"

But before he could finish his words, he heard a soft clang, and then a slight chill on his neck. As soon as the corner of his eye touched the cold reflection on the sharp sword blade, the young man noticed that Nimesis had already turned over and dismounted, unsheathed the sword and placed it on his neck. The whole movement was done in one go, and even his hands followed. He froze as soon as he made a gesture of spreading his hands.

"Do I allow you to interrupt?" Nymesis asked coldly.

The young man's back was covered in cold sweat, and he couldn't say a word for a while.

"What's your name?" the girl asked again.

"Sang, Sangani..."

"Senior rank."

"N-Senior Sister Nimesis, I——"

The girl said to him: "Report to the commander."

The second son of Earl Beckberg swallowed his saliva and replied tremblingly: "Sir, I am a second-year student, and I don't have the rank of sergeant yet -" He almost didn't dare to say another word, and he stiffened with all his strength. Just squeezed out this sentence.

Nymesis sheathed her sword with a clank, her movements so fast that almost no one could see her clearly. She turned back and glanced indifferently at the young man who was rubbing his neck and cursing loudly in his heart. There was undisguised disdain in her purple eyes, but when she spoke, it was an unquestionable order: "Then, soldier, I order you to shut up. ——”

Then she turned back and used her hands to straighten Freya's collar which was a little crooked due to cleaning up the battlefield before. Then she patted her shoulder gently and said softly: "Remember my words, it won't do you any harm - "

Freya remained motionless, not knowing how to speak.

Should I say thank you?

But it’s really amazing. Will I become the same person as the other person? One day. She couldn't help but think so.

…

"Who is that?"

When the half-elf princess turned around, she asked the young man beside her in a low voice. Her eyes passed through the window of the carriage and always fell on the side of the forest - the entire conflict between Earl Bekberg's second son and Nymesis happened to fall into the eyes of this girl. She opened the curtains with one hand and looked at the two girls in the forest with some trance, feeling a sense of familiarity in her heart.

"Mrs. Miller's daughter should be related to Grand Duke Luen. She has good talents and is a die-hard member of the royal family, so she should be trustworthy." Sir Bergning only glanced at her and replied.

Listening to the young man's stupidity, the girl couldn't help but smile: "Of course I know Nimesis, she is my close friend, Bergning, are you too tired?"

"sorry."

Only then did Bergning answer awkwardly.

"I mean the other one, do you know her?" the half-elf princess asked again: "I think she looks familiar——"

"That's Everton's daughter -"

A gentle voice came from outside the carriage.

Griffin was slightly startled, and then a hint of surprise flashed in her pale silver eyes. She turned back and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Overwell?"

There was silence outside the carriage for a moment.

Then there was a low laugh: "It's the old minister, Your Highness the Princess. It seems I'm a little late."

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