Act 1 Letter(1)

"It's unusually quiet here," Gale said. The afternoon sun shines on the dead leaves, and the light of the surrounding woods is constantly changing: "Sir."

"There is such a legend among the mountain people that there is a very quiet place in the forest, because the goddess of the lake is watching. In such a place, you must not look back easily." Tyrese said, the viscount's pale and thin hand pressed On the hilt of the sword, his eyes were cast into the woods - where there was a path traveled by wild beasts.

"My lord, you are joking," Gale looked a little creepy and looked around. There seems to be a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows: "Chaos is above, and the gods are nothing but illusion."

"No, Gale," Tyris replied, "I think gods are real."

Gale looked at the young viscount, as if he wanted to see the source of these heresies in his kind eyes. Teste is the Holy Son of the Oneness of All Things. The person who can be chosen for this position must have been screened by the above. Whether it is wisdom, talent or loyalty to the doctrine, he is one of ten thousand. Although his personality is usually It's a bit fickle, but it's still hard to believe that someone would say something like this.

"If there are gods," Gale replied, "then what we are doing is not blasphemy?"

Tyrese looked at him, the look in his eyes seemed to be mocking the young knight's weakness. "If there are gods," he said, "do they have to be correct? I don't think so?"

Gale was speechless, and then he realized the difference between himself and the other party.

The young Viscount turned back. At the edge of the forest, the knights finally dragged the boat ashore from the small inlet. "Let's hit the road," he snapped his fingers. "In a place like this, you might encounter ghosts and the like at night. Although it's not a threat, it's still troublesome." He held the hilt of his sword and the corner of his gray cloth robe with one hand. Sweep it on the ground, turn around and walk forward.

Gayle followed.

Not long after, a knight caught up behind him, "Sir, the third, fourth, fifth, and seventh teams have all arrived," the visitor reported in a low voice: "We received a signal from the north before. Except for us, the others They all landed on the north side. As for the other teams, it seems that none of them can get through the fog outside."

Test looked at the scenery in the forest with great interest, as if the changing light in the forest became softer in his narrow eyes. "So," he said, "there are thirty-seven of us here, right?"

The knight nodded.

"Thirty-seven silver-level, plus me," he pointed to himself: "It should be enough to deal with one Lake Knight. If the intelligence is correct-"

Gale didn't answer.

The footsteps of everyone rustled in the forest, and Viscount Test turned around. Gale's hand was always tightly grasped on the handle of his sword, and his voice hissed in his nose, "How big is this island," he asked, "My lord?"

"Are you scared?" Test asked: "Gale, the fisherman said that the Knight of the Lake will not appear outside the Holy White Mountain."

Gale took a breath and let go of his hand stiffly: "I'm sorry, sir."

Test smiled kindly.

The group walked through the forest and met up with their companions in the north. They arrived under the holy white rock in time before the sun set in the afternoon, and the afterglow fell on the white stone wall, making people dazzled. The young Viscount put his hand on the stone wall in front of everyone. His slender fingers stroked the uneven surface along the rock, and the rough touch responded with a sense of historical weight.

The heavy feeling is like looking back thousands of years ago, when the king came here with his sword and slept quietly in this forest.

"There is a king sleeping here," he said. "Do you know who he is?"

"Ek?" Gale asked.

"No," Test shook his head: "It's not him." He replied without meaning, then lowered his hand and walked forward along the stone wall. It didn't take long for them to find a depression that led into the rock. Through the cave, there is an emerald forest behind, which the local mountain people call the 'Sleeping Forest'. The young Viscount stopped, turned around and asked, "Is this here?"

"Yes, sir," the knight behind him replied: "Information says that the Knight of the Lake is wandering in the forest behind."

"So are your weapons ready?"

Everyone patted the swords on their waists.

Viscount Test nodded with satisfaction: "In that case, come with me."

"Chaos above!" the knights echoed.

…

Brando was sitting in front of the walnut desk, and suddenly felt the Sage Slate in his arms trembling slightly. Come again? He was slightly startled. But after a moment of doubt, the young man simply put down the quill in his hand, reached out and took the thing out of his arms, and then placed it flat on the table - next to the spread letter. The sage's stone slab trembled gently, as if it suddenly came to life on the wooden table.

But after a while, it calmed down again.

like a statue.

"What's wrong," Antitina asked, she blinked slightly: "Lord." She sat quietly on a noble high-backed chair next to Brando, against the sunshine outside the window - —The sitting posture is upright and elegant, and the neck is as slender and graceful as a swan. Brando looked back at her, dazed for a moment.

"Nothing," he said, pushing the stone gently with his hand - but still nothing happened. "It's probably another low-frequency resonance," Brando thought for a moment: "It's something that happens a lot recently." At this point, he opened the drawer and put the slate in. Then he took out the quill from the ink bottle, but because his thoughts were interrupted, he didn't know where to start.

Brando rubbed his forehead, feeling a little headache.

"Are you writing a letter to Miss Freya?" The noble girl glanced at the letter on the table.

"Yes, a headache." Brando replied: "Although we have killed Grudin, the real trouble has just begun." He raised his head again: "Tell me, Antitina, how should we deal with Letin? Lord Denel?"

Antitina raised her eyes and glanced at him angrily. "I thought you had a solution, sir," she replied, "Why didn't you ask me for my opinion when you insisted on having your own way?"

"If I give up," Brando smiled, "will you feel at ease?"

The noble daughter turned around and simply remained silent.

"Tsundere." Brando thought to himself. He poked the paper with the tip of his quill pen and asked again: "By the way, what do you mean by those words you said to the female mercenary captain?"

"On the surface."

"I don't see it like that," Brando shook his head. "I understand that you are complaining in your heart, but you and I both know that you are not a man of words, let alone say so much in front of an outsider." He Picking up the parchment, crumpled it into a ball and threw it out of the window, "It's very smart, isn't it, Antitina; I'm so lucky to have a subordinate like you——"

Antitina turned back to look at him, with a hint of appreciation in her eyes.

"Because I thought that the lord wanted to subdue those mercenaries," she replied, "that's why I made my own decisions."

"So you don't blame me?" Brando breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank God."

"I've never been weird," the noble girl smiled lightly, "I was just a little angry because I was left behind." She frowned: "Rather than say that, I'm more worried about not being able to keep up with you, sir. I don't Knowing that maybe there's something deep-seated that's going to push me further and further."

Brando smiled, thinking that if he had the intention, he wouldn't go too far wrong - but he didn't say it out loud - but took out another piece of letter paper. "So do you have any ideas?" he asked, "Miss Staff?"

Antitina nodded. "Absolutely," she said, "Your Majesty's army is in danger, and I'm afraid we can't use ordinary methods to resolve the danger that follows. But when it comes to the struggle between nobles, it's nothing more than dumping or borrowing our strength. First of all, we have to see how we can We can't find any backers, but I'm afraid the traditional one won't work. Our foundation is still shallow, and others won't take the risk of offending Earl Denel. We can consider his enemies, but not to mention that we are too small. And what she did has challenged the rules of the game -" She was a little embarrassed, and after thinking for a while, she said: "The rest are the more unreasonable choices. For example, the Southern Army, Madala is not impossible to consider -"

Brando shook his hand. "Forget it Madara," he replied, "Tell me about the Southern Army."

"Let Count Denel form an alliance with Madara, there must be no more than these reasons," Antitina replied, "The first is to use Madara's hand to weaken the Southern Army; the second is probably to let it suppress Sir, have you noticed the power of the mountain people in Denel? Madara’s army of undead has not yet crossed the Thunder Pond of the Goddess Lake. And from the news coming from outside, the area where they are most active is also among the mountain people. Within the autonomous region." She said: "In this way, the Southern Army is isolated and helpless, and I am afraid that they hate Count Gendenel for being indifferent to them. But the areas where the Southern Army is stationed are mostly barren and barren. On the ground, or in the mountains and forests, the biggest trouble they face is the lack of supplies. And if we can form an offensive and defensive alliance with them, not to mention fighting Count Jean Denel, we can at least ensure that we have no worries behind us. "

"You mean Madara?"

The noble girl nodded.

"The method is a good one," Brando used a quill to scribble on the parchment meaninglessly, focusing his eyes on the window a little, as if thinking about something, "it's just that the Southern Army is still stuck in the quagmire, and the battle with Madara After that, contact with the outside world has long been severed. Whether this organization even exists is a problem, and even if it exists, how to contact them is another problem." The tip of his pen stopped and he took a breath, "We can't put our hope in it. It depends on luck, so this method can only be used as a backup consideration. I can send men in the direction of Glars Mountain, but before getting any definite information, this is only a means of insurance."

He turned around and said, "Are there any other considerations?"

"How about the silver elves that you have met, can they help?" Antitina asked, "When it comes to borrowing help, they are the biggest help -"

…

(PS. The plot behind the design will be updated today.)