Scene 456 Spectator II

"What did you say!" Luolint was shocked. Like many people, he had only stayed in Tonigel for less than half a year. Later, the situation in the south became increasingly tense. Following his father's orders, he secretly returned to his family. It is said to be a secret, but in fact it is difficult to hide it from the Tonigel people. Fortunately, Ms. Antitina did not stop it.

However, like many young nobles, he actually came here because of his fame, but he could not really meet the legendary Earl, and he was inevitably disappointed.

Hearing that Klin said that Earl Tonigel had returned to the cold shirt collar at this time, Rowlint couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and uneasiness in his heart - the uneasiness was naturally due to the fact that he and the Earl were at the same time. Enemies are not friends.

When he thought of the legendary experience of the earl, the young man couldn't help but feel worried.

Moreover, it seems that his personal freedom is not in his own hands now. Thinking of this, Luo Linte subconsciously turned his gaze to Brando not far away.

Brando is also paying attention to the conversation here.

Klin had naturally noticed the young man who was with Luo Linte. He vaguely felt that he looked familiar, but he didn't think much about it. But at this moment, when he saw that Luolint wanted to ask the other party's opinion, he couldn't help but be surprised, thinking that Brando was a descendant of a prominent family in the south - perhaps an illegitimate son of Grand Duke Golan-Elson.

"Who is he?" he asked quietly.

"A wizard," Rollinte replied dryly, before adding: "Very powerful."

This seems to be an excuse for losing one's freedom.

But Klin didn't think so. Rollint's vague explanation only aggravated his doubts. Besides, how could there be such a young wizard who was so 'very powerful'? Did he really think that everyone in the world was like this? Lord Ciel——And I heard that Lord Ciel is actually in the state of a heroic spirit, which is why he looks so young. It is said that he is a figure from the same era as Sword Master Darus.

However, he didn't question it rashly and just looked at the latter. He was surprised at this sight. He didn't know Qian, because mountain girl girls rarely appeared in the territory, but the silver elf blood in Ling and Lian surprised him - sent to The noble children of Tonigel are basically taught by Antitina herself, especially the younger generation among them. Klin is only ten years old this year, and although Luo Linte is older, he is still in his early fifteen. The education they receive in Tonigel is often far superior to that of their peers. Antitina herself is well-read, and much of her knowledge about other than Eruin comes from Brando, which is not only beyond Eruin in this era has even surpassed the knowledge and vision of most people in this era.

In Eruin, few nobles can really tell the difference between the major elven branches, and few people know that there are factions within Madara. It can be said that these young people who came out of Tonigel are almost the most visionary and foresighted people in Eruin in this era.

Klin had been studying at Tonigel for much longer than Luo Linte, so he recognized the silver elf characteristics of Ling and Lian at a glance, and couldn't help but marvel in his heart that there was such a pair in Tonigel. The beautiful descendant of the silver elves.

At this time, Brando stopped Akane who was about to ask a question. At the same time, he winked at the people of the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group and asked Albert to hold the mountain girl. At the same time, he asked: "That Tonigue you mentioned?" Earl Er is the long-famous Earl?"

"It is that lord. Mr. Wizard."

"Then take us there." There was almost an unquestionable certainty in Brando's tone, and the young man found that he could not object. He could only subconsciously cast doubtful eyes on Rollint.

"Take him there." Luo Linte was already familiar with the young wizard's way of speaking and replied in a tone of despair.

This Lord Wizard seems to be easy to get along with, but once you get to know him, he has a bearing of being the master of a party. When he talks, it seems that thousands of troops are looking up to him. This kind of temperament only exists in Golan. —Saw it on Archduke Elson,

I couldn't help but murmur in my heart about Hainfu's unreliable inference.

Krillin thought for a moment. There seems to be no reason to object. Now that the enemy is here, the Earl always wants to see the people in the cold shirt collar to calm their hearts. He believes that no one dares to act wild in front of that legendary figure.

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"Sir Rasbourne, who allowed you to spread rumors at will in Cold Shirt Collar?"

Juta stared coldly at the middle-aged man in front of him. The lonely winter sun shines through the skylight, forming a beam of oblique light that falls in the dark hall of Fir Castle. The archway leading to the courtyard was wide open, and the sunlight falling on the ground was amazingly bright.

The middle-aged man standing in front of Yuta had a thick beard on his lips, straight clothes, and a faint sneer on his face: "Ms. Yuta, I released some news outside, but I'm afraid it's just a rumor. Not really?"

"This is Tony Geer, there is nothing you need to do for me!"

"What's the matter?" Rasben replied pretending to be surprised: "Does even the Earl's return to his territory need to be kept a secret?"

"Ridiculous! Lord Lord, how could he come back at this time? He..." Yuta suddenly realized that this was a secret and subconsciously closed his mouth. She looked at the other party deeply with her emerald eyes, took a breath, and her tall breasts rose and fell slightly before replying: "In short, I hope you can abide by the rules that guests should at least abide by. Otherwise I will have to deport you."

"Oh, does it mean that the one who really speaks the truth in this land is no longer Count Tonigel? Has Ms. Jutta already planned to disobey her lord, or has she already made such an attempt in colluding with that woman? "

"Sir Rasburn, watch your words. I will inform Count Corcova about everything that happened here today. Maybe you drank too much, so I will let you go out and sober up."

Juta didn't know what was going on with this guy. In her memory, although this gentleman could not be said to be outstanding, he was at least a gentle and polite gentleman. But today he seemed to be... As aggressive as a mad dog.

She turned around and shouted coldly: "Guard!"

At this time, the hall became slightly dark, and a figure blocked the sunlight at the door. It was a young man wearing a black windbreaker. There was a thick layer of snowflakes on the woolen coat.

Yuta's voice was stuck in his throat: "Lord, Lord Lord...?"

"Jutta, why are you so rude to your friends from the Royal Party?" the young man asked with a frown.

Juta felt every hair on her body stand up. The sharp metallic accent was definitely not the adult she was familiar with.

She subconsciously took a step back and pulled out her long sword - a metallic trembling sounded in the air, the bright light refracted on the wall, the tip of the sword swayed slightly, pointing directly at the two people opposite.

Jutta held tightly the sword given to her by Brando, and the leather gloves engraved with the black pine emblem rubbed the hilt and handguard made of mithril, shouting: "Guards, catch these two people!"

The young man seemed oblivious to the sword in her hand and touched his cheek with his hand: "Strange, don't I look like Count Tonigel?"

Yuta could not bear it any longer, and she stabbed with a sword while growling, but she felt that her sword had hit a barrier and could no longer move forward. The young man raised his hand, and a sharp stream of air swept across her abdomen. Yuta felt her eyes go dark, and a tearing pain in her lower abdomen came overwhelming. Her legs softened, and she could not hold the hand in her hand. The sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the man kneeled down subconsciously.

At that moment, the entire hall seemed to be spinning in front of her eyes. Amidst the spinning, she felt herself falling to the ground. A dazzling eye-catching blood was slowly spreading in her field of vision, like a flower blooming in the autumn forest.

The female knight's eyes reflected pain and struggle. She tried hard to get up and grab something, but her bloody fingers finally stopped.

Not far away, the sword given to her by the lord was lying quietly on the ground. The sword was slender and long, and the blade was reflecting the cold winter sunshine.

Rasburn glanced indifferently at the female knight lying in a pool of blood. The young man beside him had turned around in the other direction. The guard who was charging towards him with his halberd raised in that direction suddenly flew up, flew back and hit the long table, collapsing the table and chairs with a loud bang.

As if for just a moment, the hall immersed in darkness became quiet again.

Sir Rasbun knelt down and probed Jutta's breath with his fingers. "She's not dead yet, it doesn't matter, we can still use her anyway."

He stood up again, snapped his fingers, and asked several black knights in heavy armor to come in from the outside and remove the unconscious female knight from the pool of blood.

The young man looked at Juta's sword at his feet, thought for a moment, stepped on it, and broke the blade into two pieces.

When there is a soft sound.

Someone seemed to have knocked over the candlestick across the hall.

"Who is it?" Rasburn quickly looked in that direction and could only see the back of a black-haired girl running away. He knew the girl, she was a Buch country girl named Su. She was the daughter of the copper dragon Leto and a guest of Fir Castle: "Catch her and don't let her leave Fir Castle!"

A wind blade had already escaped from the hand of the young man on the side, but this time it hit the stone pillar at the other end of the hall, stirring up a cloud of gravel and flying dust.

Su had already opened the back door in that direction and escaped from there.

"Go after her!"

Rasburn didn't expect such an accident to happen, and couldn't help shouting angrily.

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