Chapter 271 War is not the purpose [5 updates]
After two days of vacation, Julia returned to her post as the Eagle Eye Guard.
In the next ten days of patrolling, there were no serious emergencies. I just heard that Baron Wessassin had recovered his health.
On February 19, 1197, Bright Calendar, Broca led his son Howell and 50 guards to officially visit the Eagle Territory. Julia, as the Eagle Eye Guard, was responsible for maintaining order.
It has to be said that Broca's men are indeed very elite. They are fully armored, holding long axes and large shields. They have just experienced the baptism of blood, and their steps are steady and high-spirited, full of confidence.
Julia stared at the troops closely and slowly moved her eyes away until they left.
"I said, what are you thinking about?" Thor came up.
"It's nothing." Julia shook her head: "These people are very strong, and they can't be taken down by just guarding with eagle eyes. The same number."
Thor was stunned.
At the same time, Broca had no idea that a girl wanted to try to rely on a group of patrols to have a chance with his elite.
He was riding on a horse, wearing a formal dress, and whispered to his son beside him: "When I see Baron Raven become more energetic later, I should salute him and don't say the wrong thing."
Since the massacre of the city, Hao Hao Will has always been a little distracted, as if he is not interested in anything.
Hearing his father's words, Howell smiled and said: "Don't worry, Father."
All the way to the foot of Eagle City, Howell's back was slightly bent. Slowly erect.
He had to straighten his body, because only in this way could he barely see the whole picture of Eagle City.
"This...this is..." Howell rubbed his eyes: "Snake Castle and Fox Castle are not so big, right?"
Spring is approaching, and the river slowly begins to thaw, reflecting the blue sky. White clouds.
The entire Eagle City is surrounded by rivers, like a palace built in the sky.
Only a count can live in a castle of this size, and only a count is worthy of living there.
Howell followed Broca to dismount under the stairs and walked to the door of the hall, where Raven and Nancy were greeting each other with smiles.
According to imperial practice, when a baron invites a viscount, he needs to meet him outside the town and wait at least 4 hours in advance to not be considered rude.
But neither Raven nor Broca cared about this.
“Viscount Broca is willing to come together with me, it’s really an honor for me.” Raven stepped forward and held Broca’s palm, then turned to look at Howell: “The young master in your family is also mature. You are quite stable.”
“Baron Raven, Lady Nancy!” Howell bowed.
Broca chuckled: "This all depends on Baron Raven as your example. It's a pity that my son has not even learned a little bit from you."
After saying that, he nodded to Nancy and saluted: "Mrs. Nancy, long-awaited greetings. My wife is not in good health and is coming here. Please let me greet you on her behalf."
Howell twisted his shoulders. The pleasantries among the nobles made him feel a little idle.
Mrs. Nancy was indeed beautiful, but he did not dare to look at her. It was extremely rude to stare at a married lady.
The name Fire Rose is not called for nothing, and Nancy is not only a magician, but also Raven's wife. No matter from which point of view, it is not a good idea to displease her.
The greetings ended quickly, and Howell followed his father to the restaurant on the second floor under the guidance of the Ravens.
There was no shortage of banquets in the interactions between nobles. Howell also attended the Slater family's family banquet with his father, but the luxury of Eagle City still exceeded his expectations.
There are no candles, only magic lamps. These lamps are not fixed on the wall or ceiling, but float in mid-air, like river lanterns on a summer night. Walking among them, it feels like It's like walking in the Milky Way.
Howell was a young man after all, so he couldn't help but raise his head and pick it off. He felt as light as nothing. If he let go a little, it would float into the air again.
What made him a little embarrassed was that the knights and their families who came to accompany the guests were not surprised, and they were obviously used to it.
Raven and Nancy sat at the top of the long table, Broca sat on Raven's left side, and Howell sat close to his father.
Like all young people, for Howell, attending banquets with his elders was cumbersome and formal.
But fortunately, the food in the Eagle Territory is very delicious. Every time he eats it, Howell wants to kidnap the chef here. This also allows him to temporarily give up a lot of worries and concentrate on eating.
The main meal is over and the banquet has officially entered the buffer banquet stage.
The lights began to change and flicker, making the whole room overflowing with light, making people feel like they were in a dream; the music sounded, and Raven and Nancy held hands and entered the dance floor.
Howell stood at the edge of the restaurant holding a glass of wine, opening his mouth and yawning.
Howell was a little tired all the way to the Eagle Territory; and for him who had been in various social situations since he was a child, once he got used to the environment here, he slowly began to feel bored.
His eyes were wandering around, looking for a dance partner or an affair.
Then, he noticed a woman who was dressed exquisitely and charmingly.
She was standing on the edge of the dance floor at the moment, wearing a light blue silk dress, her hair was combed into curls on her back, covering her fair shoulders, and her lips were painted with crimson lip gloss, letting her see It looks very beautiful, and with the constantly dancing light and shadow behind it, it looks like a classical beauty in an oil painting.
Howell was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that this man's name was Petty, and he was said to be an alchemist.
In his impression, alchemists were all wizened old men with a strange smell who stayed in their huts and never came out. He never expected that there would be such a glorious existence.
Unfortunately, she is Baron Raven's personal maid.
It is really a luxury to have an alchemist as your personal maid.
However, Baron Raven is a third-level magician, so it is normal to think so.
Rubbing the spot where Manson stabbed him last time, Howell suddenly remembered that he did not see Manson at this cocktail party.
That's right, Mrs. Denise has returned to Munn City, and it is natural for Manson to follow her back as her escort.
Only by entrusting Lady Denise to the protection of such a neither-male nor female guy can Baron Raven rest assured, right?
Howell smiled narrowly and continued to look for his "prey".
Looking around for a week, he did not find a suitable target. Just when he was thinking about leaving first for an excuse, he suddenly noticed a girl in the corner.
Her hair is a rare silver color, and she is obviously not dressed up too much, just casually hanging around her back; she is wearing a blue-gray silk dress that is not rude but is a bit too plain. It almost blends in with her hair.
In addition, she had been huddled in the corner, looking down at something, no wonder Howell didn't notice her at first.
Perhaps feeling Howell's gaze, the girl raised her head and glanced at him quietly. Just this look made Howell's heart suddenly tighten.
She wears thick glasses on the bridge of her nose. The pupils behind the lenses are as calm and deep as ancient wells. The bridge of her nose is not very high, but it fits her melon seed-shaped face very well. She is frivolous. The lips are slightly pursed.
In this noisy environment, she is so different. She is obviously a young and immature girl, but her temperament is peaceful and calm, like an ancient book, full of intellectual feeling.
The girl's eyes immediately retracted, but Howell's thoughts were aroused. He walked to her side and bowed slightly: "Howell Leon, the son of Viscount Broca, I don't know this What should I call Miss?”
The girl raised her head, but her eyes did not fall on Howell’s face in a rude manner. He said softly: "Fiona, Fiona Ramsay, the granddaughter of Sir Gordon."
Howell was a little surprised. He had heard of Fiona's name and knew that it was a girl. As a newly minted magician, I thought that even if she was not as flamboyant as Nancy, she would still be a little arrogant, but I didn't expect that she would be so reserved and shy.
“Can I sit down?”
Although it was a question, Howell sat directly opposite Fiona.
Fiona gave him a dissatisfied look.
Howell smiled: "You didn't look me in the eyes, and I sat down without my permission. It's all rude. How about it being offset?"
Fiona was noncommittal and humble. Headed.
According to her true nature, she would rather study magic in her room than attend such an event. But who knew that her grandfather asked her to come and let her get used to social activities? ?
Seeing that his usual conversational skills were not working, Howell smiled awkwardly, but was unwilling to stop there. He changed the topic with his eyes: "Miss Fiona, what are you looking at? ?”
Fiona raised the book in her hand.
Seeing the text on the mottled spine, Howell couldn't help but be surprised: "'History of Imperial War'? Was it written in 879 by the famous scholar and mage, Mr. Jordan Kuller?"
Fiona then had some reaction: "...you also see "I haven't read much." Howell became more interested in her: "I didn't expect that a woman would be interested in this kind of book."
Feo. Na rolled her eyelids and sighed slightly. She was already used to such comments.
Howell waved his hand quickly: "Well, I don't mean to look down on women."
"It's just that I think a lot of knowledge can't be learned from books."
When reading a book Fiona was also a little annoyed at being constantly disturbed. She put the book on the table, Looking at Howell: "If you want to find a dance partner, you can find someone else. I just want to stay by myself for a while, okay?"
As a magician, don't say Howell is just the heir to the viscount. , even if he really inherited the title of Viscount, Fiona is qualified to treat him without any pretense.
"I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm not here to dance with you." Howell sighed, grabbed the wine glass and took a sip: "Actually, I have been reading this book recently and want to solve the problem. My own doubts, but I couldn’t find the answer.”
Howell rested his elbow on the table, shook his wine glass and said, "You should have heard that we recently attacked the Kejia collar in Wessassin."
"Although it may be a bit hypocritical to say this, But I’ve been wondering more and more recently, why is there a war?”
“It’s not just the one started by our family, there have been many wars in history. It makes no sense.”
“We can sit down and talk about many things!”
“War is not a few lines or sentences written in a book, it is a battlefield. The bloody killings are the groans of wounded soldiers after the war, the destruction of villages and towns, families, and the death of living people.”
By the end, it had almost become Howell's soliloquy.
Feeling helpless about the fact that she had become an "emotional trash can", Fiona sighed: "I don't know what you have been through, but I can't figure it out. That's your problem, not the book's problem. "
Howell looked up in shock and faced Feo. Looking at Fiona, she pushed up her glasses slightly and said seriously:
"War has never been the purpose."
The stunned expression was reflected on Fiona's thick glasses. , she lowered her head, put away the book and left, leaving Howell sitting there.
"War... is not the purpose." Howell licked his lips and fell into confusion for a moment.
If this is the case, what is the purpose of father launching this war?
This problem is not limited to him, Vesassin, who has occupied all the territory, can’t figure it out!
But for him, that's not the key. The key point is, can Raven help him get justice?
After half a month of recuperation, Wesasin has basically recovered to health, and his armor has also been repaired and placed in the corner of the room.
Touching the surface of the armor with his palms and looking at his reflection on it, Wesasin could feel the cold temperature coming from his palms, but this did not calm him down.
He began to pace back and forth anxiously in his room, gulping down cold water, but the fire in his chest continued to burn.
In a daze, he seemed to hear music coming from the restaurant downstairs.
Reason told Wesaxin that this was impossible, because the restaurant was on the second floor, and he lived on the fifth floor, and the sound insulation measures in Eagle City were very complete.
But this did not stop him from thinking about what Raven and Broca were talking about now, whether Broca would belittle and ridicule him, and whether Raven would take this opportunity to put himself Sold!
"Probably not." Wesasin said to himself, his voice so hoarse that even he was a little surprised.
If Raven planned to sell him, he would not take him in or treat his injuries, and the standards for receiving him would be the same as treating a baron.
However, the fact that Raven welcomed Broca so grandly, does it mean that Raven himself has no confidence?
Can I come back to my territory?
This question kept echoing in his heart, and he could not forget it until he lay in bed and fell asleep.
Vesassin has been having dreams lately. Sometimes he dreams that he returns to Koga Town and takes back his territory; but more often, it’s all kinds of nightmares - being tied up in front of Broca and having his head cut off, They were thrown from the Eagle City, or tied to the stake and burned alive.
This time's nightmare was particularly vivid. Broca tied his hands and feet and put him in a large wooden box. Someone kept knocking on the box and torturing him, so that he couldn't close his eyes at all.
He struggled and struggled, and suddenly a strong sense of weightlessness came. He opened his eyes and found that he had fallen under the bed.
The knocking came from outside the door: "Baron Wessassin, are you awake? Baron Raven invites you to go to the rooftop terrace and enjoy the view with Viscount Broca."
"I know. Yes, I'll be right away." Wessaxin pretended to have a normal voice and turned to look out the window. Only then did he realize that the sky had completely lit up at some point, but the clouds were overcast, which made people feel depressed.
When he came to the bathroom, he was stunned when he saw himself in the angel's glory.
The eye sockets are sunken, the bags under the eyes are bloated, the cheeks are drooping, the face is pale, and the stubble under the chin is very dense and dazzling, just like an alcoholic who has been drinking for many years.
Wash yourself with cold water, shave off your stubble, put on some decent clothes, take a deep breath, and then open the door full of suspicion.
Baron Raven, can you help me take back my territory? !
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(End of this chapter)