Dust of History Chapter 1: Nothing to do

After listening to Asa's story about how his troops were completely wiped out on the mountain, the knight let out a long breath, lowered his head and fell into deep thought.

Asa sat on the soft velvet chair, kneading the soft and smooth suede with his fingers. He had only seen such things before. The box in which the old pedant in the village kept his holy books had a thin layer like that on the inside. When he was three years old, he saw an older child who just pinched his hand, and then that hand was beaten until he couldn't hold a spoon for three days.

Such a noble, mysterious and dangerous existence is now sitting under his butt, which makes him feel a little strange and enjoyable

The Duke of Mrak went to the imperial city to attend a military meeting, and a young knight who claimed to be the assistant of the Duke received him.

The knight's armor and sword were of the highest quality, and Asa had also seen the badge of the Holy Knights on his captain. Young, handsome, mighty, extraordinary, with a noble identity, and a temperament that matches seamlessly with it, it seems to be the protagonist in the stories that bards often heard when they were young.

Such a character sits on an equal footing with me, and is still immersed in the things he reported. It is still a bit strange and enjoyable. It is the same as that chair, but it is magnified several times.

"Then you are the only one who breaks out from the siege, and then you are hunted down, fighting with the pursuers in the lizard swamp..." The knight repeated Asa's narration. Speak clearly, slowly and methodically. As if afraid that others might not hear or mishear his words.

Asa nodded: "That's it." The running all the way made him very thirsty, he picked up the pot on the table and poured himself a cup, and found that it was milk tea.

"Are you sure you are the only one who escaped?" The knight frowned, looked at him seriously with deep and elegant eyes, and asked slowly word by word. As if this is a very important question.

Although it has been affirmed for a long time, Asa still recalled it carefully, and then nodded: "Yes. It's just me." The milk tea tasted very good, but the cup was too small, and Asa kept drinking it Poured and poured and drank. In fact, he originally wanted to drink from the spout, but the grandeur of the Duke's mansion and the gaze of the knight opposite made him feel embarrassed.

The knight stretched his brows a little, then frowned harder, and asked more seriously: "Then have you talked to anyone about this?"

"No." This Asa is very sure. He has been non-stop since coming out of the swamp. Even now he has a bandage around his left wrist.

Thanks to a few healing runes and potions in their luggage, they were able to walk out of the river and find a dead tree to float along to Bracada. Knowing that the injured was the daughter of Duke Mrak, the magistrate immediately called for priests and doctors from a radius of fifty miles. Several ribs on Asa's chest have been connected, and there is no serious problem under the effect of the healing technique, but it is a little fragile. Because the left wrist was so badly shattered, it took a whole day, and a few butchers and butchers were called in to find the bone fragments mixed in the meat. After passing out Asa three times with pain, he managed to put it back to its original shape with great difficulty. After using an astonishing amount of healing techniques and medicines, the pain was eliminated, but it was also suspected of being disabled. Now Asa pinned his hopes on Duke Mrak's wealth and power and the level of the king's priest.

"Then why didn't you report this matter to the chief of your army?" The knight still asked patiently and carefully, trying to understand every detail. His focused expression is very similar to that of a child, and there is a sense of caution in his careful gaze, as if he is afraid that the things in front of him will suddenly fly away.

"Because I don't know who my army belongs to. I just saw that temporary soldiers were being recruited in Bracada, so I went to participate." Asa originally wanted to ask him about his salary for more than ten days. Who should get the multiple copper coins, but looking at the cup in his hand, it is silver, so he is too embarrassed to say it. "I asked Xiaoyi... who should the lady report to, and she said that the Duke is the Minister of State Affairs of the Emperor. I just want to report it directly."

"Oh, so that's it. Good, good, great." The knight's brows suddenly brightened, and he relaxed with relief, looking very happy. His smile is as dazzling as the blond hair on that head, and it is very contagious. This is what most girls think of as their dream lover.

The knight seems to have thought of it suddenly, and asked: "Then Miss Xiaoyi..."

"It's okay, the mayor of Bracada used a convoy to **** her, and she will be able to reach the capital in about 20 days." Xiaoyi's cervical vertebrae were split under the werewolf's grip. Yes, in the process of walking out of the swamp, due to the movement of the body, the injury worsened, and the bones were slightly deformed. The priests of Bracada didn't dare to do anything, so they had to use healing techniques to deal with it a little bit, then fixed it with a splint, and slowly sent it back to the capital in a carriage.

"Yes." The knight nodded. "On behalf of the Duke, I would like to express my gratitude to you for your heroic rescue of Miss Xiaoyi." After a pause, he looked directly at Asa and said in a slow and clear voice: "Besides, you can directly send this matter to me." It was a very correct choice to report the matter to the Duke’s mansion. I think His Excellency the Duke of Mrak will be very happy when he finds out.” There was an expression of joy in his blue eyes. "Your luck is great, it's really great." These words were said with special force, as if he was really lucky for Asa's luck.

I don't know why, Asa felt a little uneasy from the knight's bright eyes, which didn't seem to be a kind expression, and there was a kind of malicious secret joy flashing inside. Asa asked: "What the **** are you...?"

"Baron Clovis Erni, captain of the Second Squadron of the Holy Knights, assistant to Lord Mrak." The knight withdrew his eyes, and his voice was smooth and smooth, which was in tune with these noble titles. "Miss Xiaoyi's fiancé."

"Huh?" Asa was a little surprised by the last identity of the knight.

The knight stood up, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, and his eyes showed a light like a blade. There was no trace of a smile on his face, and it was even so majestic as if this face had never been softened by a smile. Shouted loudly: "Come here. Take it down."

More than a dozen heavily armed guards appeared at the entrance of the hall as if they had emerged from the ground, rushed in and surrounded Asa.

Asa hadn't recovered from the surprise of the last one, and immediately fell into another bigger one. Stand up and say: "Is there a mistake, I said..."

The knight's hand knife did not give Asa any time to react, and it accurately cut the aorta on his neck. Asa immediately collapsed to the ground like a sack that has been emptied.

"Take it into the prison and order it to be guarded carefully. This is an important spy." The knight's voice was more intimidating than his gaze, and the guards rushed Asa out. "Prepare the horse. Prepare the badge. I have an urgent military situation and I am going to the palace to meet the Duke."

For the Duke, this is very dangerous luck. Of course it's also your own. The knight picked up the cup on the table and wanted to take a sip of tea, but found that he got the cup Asa had just used. Picked up the jug, only to find it was empty.

The knight of Danglang dropped his cup, pointed to the velvet chair Asa had just sat on and ordered: "Throw away this cup, pot, and that chair." He added as he stepped out of the gate. "Don't let me see you when I come back."

The Duke's Mansion is not only highly efficient in serving people, but also prepares horses quickly. In just over ten minutes, the knight went through numerous guards and arrived at the military conference hall, where he met Lord Mrak.

After listening to the knight's brief whisper, the Duke smiled very gently, and then said to the ministers at the table in a very gentle tone: "I'm sorry, please allow me to leave. It's my daughter's business. She was messing around outside and got hurt a little."

In the garden outside the hall, the knight repeated to the Duke in detail what Asa had said to him.

The Duke listened carefully with narrowed eyes. His eyes are not big, and he seems to be smiling when he squints. With a neatly trimmed mustache, against his slightly fat body and round cheeks, he feels like a very kind ordinary person who believes that harmony is the most important thing to make money. Middle-aged businessman.

"My lord, this matter is really dangerous. Fortunately, this soldier fell into our hands. Do you think this means that there is something wrong with them? We should..." the knight asked.

The smile on the Duke's face did not diminish at all, and he asked the knight: "I remember you have seen them."

"Yes."

"What kind of people do you think they are?"

The knight took a deep breath, showing a slightly unsuitable expression, unconvinced but unable to hide his fearful expression, like a stubborn boy who remembered the beast that had terrified him. The knight frowned and insisted on his own opinion: "But there is indeed a mistake...."

"No one is immune to mistakes and mistakes, and no one can grasp everything. As long as you have passed a rational analysis, you should trust your own feelings and minds. Even if you make a mistake, you don't need to regret or hesitate .” The duke explained to the young knight carefully like a teacher teaching students. "Since we believe that they are better at solving this kind of thing than us, and they are far more efficient than us, so we only focus on our own affairs. If there is a mistake, there may be some uncontrollable factors, such as Luck, then we can't help it. At least, it doesn't seem to be a problem now. Right?"

"Yes." The knight listened carefully to the Duke's words. Following such a boss, the biggest gain is that there are many places to learn.

There was a hint of worry in the Duke's eyes, and he asked, "How is Xiaoyi's injury?"

"It's probably fine. The magistrate sent a convoy to **** the lady, and she is on her way back."

The Duke glanced at the knight with some reproach, and sighed softly. Ask again: "How did you deal with that soldier?"

"Put in the prison in the city, waiting for your release."

The Duke asked: "How do you think I will send him?"

"Kill."

The Duke asked again: "What do you think is the danger of this soldier?"

"Leak out to others the situation he has experienced ~IndoMTL.com~ The Duke induced the knight step by step: "Every minute he lives and contacts with others, the danger to us is greater. And since you know how to deal with him, you should try to minimize the chances of him living in contact with others. "

"I want to wait for you to make a decision, this matter is very important after all."

"Don't be too rigid about the rules. The rules exist to deal with things. No matter what the situation is, you must put your own judgment and rational analysis first." The Duke looked at the knight and said word by word. Say "More importantly, have the confidence to trust your own judgment."

"Yes." The knight lowered his head and answered very forcefully.

When Duke Mrak returned to the conference hall with a smile on his face, the ministers all asked about the injury of the princess. After thanking everyone for their concern, the Duke suggested that the meeting continue with the topic just now: "As for the general's request to increase the financial appropriation for his western army to clean up the issues of the orc tribes discussed just now, I fully agree. After all The safety of the country and the people is the first priority, so it is appropriate to reduce other aspects.”