Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 150

Riding a half-blooded elf warhorse, with one hand on the end of the hilt of the Elector's holy sword's leg-biting blade, luxurious blue and white aristocratic costumes, and the coat of arms of the Todd Blinger family of the White Wolf Head Castle and the symbol of the White Wolf Knights The pattern of the Order of the Knights, lined with a mithril chain mail, the resolute and brave Lord of Middenheim Boris Toddbringer, led by dozens of white wolf knights and a team of Teutonic guards, is waiting With the arrival of Lallen.

   "Urik above, the distinguished guests are visiting, today is a glorious day!"

The Elector provided Lallen with high-standard etiquette. The military band belonging to the Elector's family blew the horn, the flag was flying, and the neat and clean streets seemed to be specially prepared to welcome Lellen and his party, the Elector Boris. With a smile on his face, he personally shook hands with Laylen and greeted him. Obviously, he was very interested in Laylen's influence, and at the same time expressed his affirmation of Layen.

"Welcome, Baron Draco, Grand Master of the Eternal Knights, Guardian of Sensimond, Hero of the Empire, Redeemer Laylen Vald, you are very welcome!" Boris Todbringer smiled brightly on his face , the bushy mustache is raised.

"Hello, Your Excellency the Elector of the White Wolf, thank you very much for your invitation to me, and Lallen-Wald extends my high respect to you." When shaking hands, Lallen bowed slightly and nodded, expressing his respect for the elector in front of him. Hou's respect.

Although both parties will recite their respective titles and a long list of titles during the formal etiquette, Lallen is a nobleman who has been awarded the Midden leadership. When meeting the Elector of Midden collar, these lengthy titles do not need to be memorized. .

"Welcome, Count Leif-Anlosian, your contribution to the Nord Kingdom is far beyond our imagination. The Elector Theodoric asked me to convey his thanks to you." Greeted Lallen After that, Boris spoke to Earl Delavan again: "I have come all the way, thank you for your hard work, my castle steward has arranged accommodation for you in the castle, and the mansion in Middenheim is also open all day, please everyone. Take a good rest first, there are still two days before the banquet starts, you can take a walk in the city, I have arranged a tour guide for you."

   "We will, Your Excellency the Elector." Earl Delavan shook hands with Boris himself, and the communication between the two completely conformed to etiquette.

He is one of the old aristocratic families, and the Anluoxian family has always been a supporter of the Todd Blinger family. The White Wolf Elector is also very interested in the Anluoxian family, especially the Earl of Draven. His subordinates were named knights of the kingdom, and this relationship was greatly deepened.

   Not long after, under the leadership of the attendants and servants, Lailun and others moved into the Elector's Side Fort in the wealthy area of ​​the city. The terrain here is excellent and the whole area is beautiful.

Four sets of swords and shields printed with swordfish motifs are regularly hung on the walls. The fire in the corner provides heating for the house. The stone walls are painted with a layer of white paint. The bottom of the wall and the edge of the top ceiling are decorated with wooden carvings. .

  The sun shines in the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the huge white crystal chandelier illuminates the whole room, and several exquisite painting carpets hang in the air. The alternative sculptures, oil paintings and frescoes carved on the walls clearly show the noble status of the owner of this castle.

   There are only four chairs at a round table in the center of the room, which can obviously be used to entertain a few important guests and talk about something.

   Sitting on the seat, you can just have a panoramic view of Middenheim, which is undoubtedly the most enjoyable room for the ambitious and powerful.

"The interior decoration of the castle is really good, and every corner is just right." Earl Delavan looked at the decorations in the room, he nodded and continued, "Laylen, what are your plans or plans for the afternoon? Elector Boris asked if you could go to a small party at White Wolf Castle, of course, if you have plans, I will explain it for you."

"I'm going to a place in Middenheim in a while to find someone, then I'll ask you to apologize to His Excellency the Elector, Earl." Lallen looked at the oil painting on the wall, he always felt that The interior decoration of the castle has a strange feeling, "Mr. Leif, does Your Excellency the Elector often live in this castle?"

   "There are more than ten manors in the city that belong to the Todd Blinger family alone. This castle can only be regarded as a palace. What's wrong with Lallen, what's the problem?" Earl Delavan asked inexplicably.

   ".Nothing, goodbye, Mr. Count."

The reception at the Elector's Castle is luxurious, from the kingdom of knights, the honey jam of Bastogne orchard with excellent flavor, in the bread basket, the golden sliced ​​creamy white bread, just the top flour for making white bread, They are all purchased by Lunke, produced in the fishing port of Matoka, the famous deep-sea sturgeon roe; the special food, snowflake steak brought over a long distance from the Imperial Halfling Province Mutter; and planted by the Church of the Goddess of Harvest, by the priest Our Blessed Vegetable Salad

After a brief lunch break, in the afternoon, after enough rest, Laylen brought Adrian, the two of them changed into inconspicuous citizen clothes, and walked on the road to the flea area on the northwest side of Middenheim. , a notorious slum and breeding ground for sin.

  Lairn and Adrian both covered their faces with hoods, so they didn't attract attention in the crowd. The two talked about what they saw on the road.

"Lord Elector, Earl Delavan and the others are here. However, Lord Lallen has something to do. Do we need to send someone to follow him?" On the high tower of White Wolf Castle, Boris, the Elector of Midden led the elector. - Todd Bollinger and his adopted son von Tugenheim, watching the scene in the city together, the latter asked in a low voice.

"No need, I can't justify following a hero of the empire. No matter what, he is also a vassal noble of Midenland and can't do anything to harm the interests of the north." Boris sighed, "It's a pity, What a great opportunity, and it is still unforgivable."

  The Elector of White Wolf regretted that his plan had failed. He asked Lailen to come to the gathering. In fact, he had his own plan.

A small accident and encounter, there is no doubt that only the elector himself understands the inside story, everyone in the castle is kept in the dark, Lailun's performance is too dazzling, and the sensation caused is far greater than imagined. , Boris fears that he will gradually break away from the control of the north, and the signs are becoming more and more obvious.

   "It's a hassle to find a marriageable female noble worthy of status." Boris withdrew his gaze towards the tower, rubbed his eyebrows, and looked very tired.

   "Cough~cough~coughcough~~" A violent cough came from the top of the tower, and there was an unconcealed weakness and pain in the cough.

The Elector and his adopted son in the tower have a solemn expression. Boris' eldest son, also his first child, lives on the top floor of the tower, like a prisoner, and this tower is undoubtedly It is a prisoner's cage and a life-saving room.

   The footsteps that were panicked and even seemed to be noisy also sounded in the tower.

"Father." After a long time, the coughing stopped, and von Tugenheim lowered his voice, "Candido he coughs more and more frequently every day, the blood-stained handkerchiefs that the maid throws away every day from two or three, Thirty to forty a day now, far exceeding the blood volume of normal people, and if this continues, I'm afraid."

   The adopted son of the Elector bowed his head and closed his mouth. Even though he was trusted by the Elector, there were some things he could not say.

"What do you want to say? Candido is about to die, is that what you're talking about?!" The White Wolf Elector slapped his adopted son a few times, and even made the White Wolf Paladin's cheeks red and swollen. , Boris said with a gloomy face, and said angrily: "I am the elector of Midden, who controls the lives of millions of people in the whole province, and has huge wealth. These things can't even save the life of my own son. ?!"

"Father."

"To shut up!"

The Elector of the White Wolf, who was furious, laughed in anger: "Tugenheim, you have to trust Annika Elise, a doctor she hired, only he can cure Candido's disease, It's just a little bad reaction now, Candido will be fine, he's under the eternal flame of my lord Uric! My lord will bless him!"

   ". I understand, Lord Elector." The elector's adopted son's face was full of disappointment, he bowed and retire, he just wanted to leave this indifferent castle earlier.

   The piercing coughing sound resounded within the tower again.

   Not long after, according to the address left by the witch hunter, Laylen found the very inconspicuous tavern in the flea area, the hidden stronghold of the witch hunter.

On the crowded streets, black and gray are the main colors here. Where there is light, there must be darkness. The darkness that breeds in the Holy City of White Wolf is even more profound and terrifying. There are countless people missing in the flea area. All kinds of grey trade, slave traders, smuggling, illegal alchemy and the largest black market in Middenland are opened in this urban area which only accounts for one-eighth of Middenheim.

Dense streets and dirty corners can be seen everywhere. There are taverns everywhere, a lot of places to have fun, places that provide flesh and blood trading, and even exposed in broad daylight. The shops sell all kinds of forbidden books and accessories of small beliefs. With various poisons and assassination daggers, in the chaos, a strange sense of harmony is revealed.

A circle of dirty, gray low walls separates the flea area from other places. The walls are covered with all kinds of filth, and there are wanted notices and tax notices posted. What people can't understand is that the White Wolf Elector has acquiesced in the existence of this "lawless city".

It was a mess, and the pairs of tattered and piled garbage exuded a strong rancid odor. The tall buildings in the surrounding urban area blocked most of the sunlight, which made this slum even more dangerous. Different.

  Lairen and Adrian shuttled through the streets of the flea district, and soon, they found a hidden stronghold.

In front of the door, a guard in charge of "police" and wearing a dark green pointed hat was carefully observing these two men in plain clothes but carrying long swords. They were rightly eyeing the two of Laren.

   A hooligan showed a threatening smile. He came up to him and said to the two of Laren: "In the name of King Bei Guda, hand over the copper coins given to King Bei of the neighborhood, six copper coins per person."

  Lylan stared at the rogue calmly, as if he hadn't heard the words, he was indifferent.

   "Fuck me, sensible person! Don't let me repeat my words a second time!" Adrian stepped forward and put one hand on the hilt of the sword, his eyes showing a cold light.

   "Hard stubble, boy, you dare to kill with a sword in the territory of the King of Bee." The rascally dressed hooligan made a mockery of his face. He tilted his neck and continued: "I don't know the rules, so add another six copper coins!" "

  The enraged Adrian had already drawn one-fifth of the long sword around his waist. Laylen glanced at the guard beside him, and immediately drew out a little blade. The surface was peaceful, undercurrents surging, and murderous intent was everywhere.

   At this moment, the guard in front of the tavern scolded coldly: "Get out of here! Don't be an eyesore here! If you disturb the guests in the store, just wait for Guge to clean up for you!"

   Obviously, the guards were scolding the rogues. The latter looked surprised, and after looking at each other, they quickly disappeared around the corner of the street.

"Two guests from the outer city, let's enter the store." After driving away a group of hooligans, the guard in the pointed hat turned to look at the two of them, and he lowered his eyelids and reminded lazily: "Two Come on, stop pretending, anyone in the flea district can see that you are of noble birth. Also, put away your swords, in the territory of the humble king, once you see blood, someone must pay for your life. This rule is better than Uric The teachings of the sect are much harsher and the consequences are more dangerous."

   "How did you see that we were deliberately disguised?" Laylen noticed a few bad eyes staring at him at the beginning, he followed the guard's advice and put away his long sword.

"To be precise, I didn't see your disguise, but it's your companion. Anyone who is not blind will know that the frame he has been holding and his walking temperament reveal his true identity." The guard smiled for no reason. "Not much nonsense, two shiny silver coins, let you enter the store, I guess who you are looking for."

   said, the guard wearing a pointed hat pulled out a witch hunter's seal from his pocket, and raised his eyebrows at the two in front of him.

   "You are also a hunter?" Adrian almost blurted out the word witch hunter, but he was still a little dubious.

   "Don't talk nonsense, two silver coins, no bargaining." The guard stretched out his rough and calloused palms and said impatiently.

  Adrian turned to look at Lallen, as if to ask if it was okay, the latter nodded and promised.

   "After entering, turn right and walk along the road. Stop for a while before the last door. Someone will open the door for you."

With the guidance of the guards, Laylen entered the tavern, and even saw the mixed fish and dragons. The secret door opened inward, and a blank-faced man stuck his head out under black clothes. He opened his mouth and said, "Come in. Please do what you want."

  Finally, Laren saw the witch hunter's hidden stronghold, a low-rise two-story house from the outside, but how imposing the interior was.

   At the corner of the entrance to the Witch Hunter's stronghold, there was a woman wearing a long black lace trim dress, her silver curly hair was very conspicuous, and her voice was cold: "It seems that you have kept your promise, Mr. Lailun."

   "Miss Eureka."

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