Proof of the Sun King

Lane and Teresa walked along the street. Lane's face was very ugly, as if covered with a layer of ash. He took out the long sword he picked up on the pier and threw it aside. This behavior aroused the looting of local residents. Lane Not paying attention, he seemed to hesitate for a while, but in front of Teresa, he took out his one-handed sword and carried it behind his back: "It's stupid, I actually thought that there would be no battle in the town."

Teresa paid special attention to Ryan's one-handed sword, because in her memory, from the first time she saw Ryan, the sword was by his side, but he never saw him draw it. More like decorations than weapons.

The scabbard of this sword is patterned with gold and silver, and there is a scripture on it with a wax seal. Theresa cannot understand what is written on it, but she knows what it is.

This extremely complex script is High Gothic, the sacred language used by the Carolingian knights led by Charlemagne during the founding of the empire. Unlike Low Gothic, the lingua franca of the continent, this High Gothic is very complex. It takes years of hard work to master it. Only the great nobles of the empire know how to use this language and it is strictly forbidden to spread it. Being able to speak Gothic is a symbol of status and glory. Teresa remembers that Ryan's godfather is indeed the empire's That... she forced herself to turn her attention back to the sword.

Compared with the normal standard long sword, this sword is longer and larger, about one meter three. It should be a two-handed giant sword in size, but it is a one-handed sword in style.

The body of the sword is hidden in the scabbard and cannot be seen. Only the connection between the hilt and the body is a strange golden square box, engraved with various runes. I don't know what it is for. The black hilt is deep. Seriously, the head of the sword is a weighted ball shaped like a silver skull.

"Is this sword of yours a ritual sword tailored for you by a craftsman? I don't think you have ever used it." The sorceress asked casually, she was actually a little interested.

"Maybe, maybe not, who knows? I'm still thinking about that **** mercenary and the **** custom of Nord."

Seeing the man didn't want to say this, the sorceress knew that now was not the time to provoke a conflict, so she said warmly, "Why do you care about a little mercenary? I really don't like it, just kill him, what's the problem? of?"

"After the end of the Second Chaos War, a group of veterans who followed His Majesty Ludwig's army at the earliest agreed that every ten years, everyone would come to Griffin Square in Brunswick to meet and talk about the past. Story." Ryan did not answer Teresa's question, but told a story: "In the first ten years, the second ten years, and the third ten years, although everyone is a little older, most of them are older. People can always go back to Griffin Square, everyone chatting in the square together, and resting drunk at night, so happy."

"In this way, in the fourth decade, the fifth decade, and the sixth decade, people began to gradually decrease, and some people gradually left them."

"After the ninth decade, there are only a few old people who can come to the square at that time. They are all strong people who have broken through the legendary threshold, but after ninety years have passed, they also began to age. , and more veterans have turned into the dust of history."

"Then the tenth decade, the eleventh decade, the twelfth decade..."

Teresa was silent. If you can't break through the sanctuary level, people's lifespan will always come to an end. This is an eternal truth.

"In the fourteenth decade, on another agreed-upon morning, when Baron Manuel Rudy was wheeled by his servants to Griffin Square, he did not see a single comrade-in-arms. ."

"At first he thought it was because he arrived early, so he signaled the servant not to leave and wait patiently."

"In this way, the morning sun rises, and the sun gradually rises into the sky, until the sun rises three poles, and then the sun shines brightly."

"No one ever came."

"Tears soaked Baron Manuel's military uniform and stained the medal on his chest. He knew that he was the last person alive among those brothers."

"No one will come again."

"Just like that, Baron Manuel sat in the square for a long time, and when the afternoon sun shone on him, he seemed to have given up."

"But at this moment, an accident happened."

"Countless imperial troops poured out from their nests, pouring into Griffin Square from all directions, spears like forests, swords like rain, the imperial halberds, the imperial elite swords, the imperial firearms, and the imperial knights. Influx into the square from all directions."

"Then there is the most powerful Braunschweig Recast Inner Ring Guard and the Royal Wizarding Order, and then there is the legendary War Court Guard who is responsible for protecting the emperor and the electors, the emperor is here, the elector The waiters are here, and the great nobles of the empire are here."

"Emperor, His Majesty Franz-Friedrich, who had just ascended the throne, walked up to Baron Manuel, stood at attention, and saluted him, and then all the electors, to the duke, to the Those imperial generals and ministers, all the imperial nobles and soldiers salute Baron Manuel, and His Majesty the Emperor himself said such a sentence."

"The Empire will never forget your contributions. We will always remember your sacrifices for the Empire. Your sacrifices have made the Empire today's glory. Here, on behalf of all the people of the Empire, I pay tribute to you and those veterans of the Empire. Respect and heartfelt thanks.”

After saying this, Ryan's eyes were a little red, he paused, and then said, "Look at Nord again? They use humiliation of veterans as a source of happiness, and sympathy for veterans as a sign of their kindness."

"Well, it's true that this place in Nord pays attention to the weak and the strong. The status of these retired soldiers is very low. At most, they can only get a pension and then go home to retire. Unlike the empire, retired soldiers will enter the army as instructors, and they will also be responsible for public security. The military and police." Teresa said casually, and it could be seen that the sorceress was not very interested in this topic, although the previous story touched her, but her path was to pursue the path of arcane law after all. rather than caring about the lives of these civilians.

"Oh, forget it, let's not talk about this, Lord Willard will have a banquet in a while, do you want to come together?" After forcing the mercenary named Simon to apologize, Lane let the blood axe mercenary of course. The regiment's favorability to him dropped a lot, so he didn't plan to stay at the pier any longer, and planned to go back to the hotel to rest for a while.

"Before you go to the banquet, can you tell me what the banquets of the country nobles are like?" The sorceress's slender Danfeng eyes stared at Ryan, and the corners of her mouth were slightly raised: "Know-it-all, Mr. Ryan?"

"You know everything~" Ryan rolled his eyes.

"Then~ Mr. Sledgehammer?"

"..." The muscles on Ryan's face were twitching constantly. He was really annoyed by the nickname "Sledgehammer".

This reminded him of a certain sketch from the Chinese Dynasty: "Eighty for a big hammer and forty for a small hammer."

But there is no way out. In this world, nicknames are taken by others, not by oneself. Generally speaking, for a low-level noble like him, nicknames are often derogatory and unpleasant. The nickname "Hammer" is derogatory, but it means that nicknames are often taken in this way, because they want to show their humility to the gods and the world.

Among the eight virtues of knighthood, humility is also an important virtue, isn't it?

To have a good nickname, Ryan's current level is far from enough. He needs to become stronger and have a higher reputation.

"The banquet of country lords is usually a group of people enjoying barbecue, stew and wine in the house. Everyone is standing or sitting, eating and talking. Everyone will discuss the recent situation and some business together." Ryan first nodded, then shook his head in a self-deprecating manner: "But some lords' banquets will also be different, they will... let it be more open~ For example~ um, that's what it means."

"What do you mean?" The sorceress obviously didn't understand.

Lane snickered, he made a gesture, the man's right thumb and index finger were pinched together in the midwinter air to form a circle, and then his left index finger went through the circle, making a quick piling motion, winking .

"...I really want a Frostbolt to cut off your head directly from your neck." The sorceress immediately understood what the man meant, and her pretty face suddenly turned red, and then immediately turned black. Those stinky men should die as far as they go.

She suddenly didn't want to attend the banquet: "if you go that night, I won't go."

"Then you go see that little mercenary? That Banda who broke his arm in order to be brave in front of you?" Ryan squeezed his chin and said with great interest, "Oh~ the beautiful Ms. Teresa came to visit the heroic one in person. mercenary, and sent a fiery kiss, our cute little mercenary will be moved to wet the bed, I am sure."

"Che, people who admire me can line up from the Chaos Sea to the Roof Mountains of the World. Among them are my suitors, that mercenary, Banda? How does he have anything to do with me?" Teresa was full of disdain. For a sorceress, a small mercenary with only ordinary strength is definitely classified as a "useless man", so for her, even if a small mercenary is willing to die for her, she cannot be a sorceress. leave no trace in his heart.

The women of the Garland Council are like this, realistic and cruel, which also makes many people not like them very much.

Ryan thinks it's easy. You just ignore me, do you think I want to find you?

If it wasn't for the cooperation of the church and the saving grace of his father, Ryan didn't intend to get involved with this group of female spellcasters.

Because the Garland Council has always liked to interfere in politics, some of them are married to the nobles of the kingdom, and then issue orders as their wives, and then continue to conduct "Madame" diplomacy through gatherings, and then form their own network of contacts in order to gain more political discourse.

"Then you don't plan to go to the banquet?"

"Do you think I should participate?" The sorceress stopped suddenly, her tall figure stood there, and a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes looked at Ryan like this.

"If you're willing to take one word of my advice, you should go, Teresa, and it's better to meet some stinky men and learn a little about the outside world than you're locked up in your own hotel room, isn't it?" With her mother's entrustment, Ryan could only make his own suggestion: "Of course I'm just suggesting you, whether or not to go is your own consideration. The Austrian Way doesn't mean hiding on a high tower for endless research."

"Okay, see you tonight, Ryan." The sorceress finally nodded. She moved her proud figure, and her long legs wrapped in tights and boots disappeared on the street corner.

"See you tonight."

After packing up, Ryan walked towards the other direction of the town. The imperial merchant Oliver's caravan is here. He packed an entire hotel and even a small farm next to him. Ryan stayed with him, because He didn't plan to stay in this town too long.

There were a lot of people in the caravan, people coming and going, and there were constantly men and guards carrying things. It should be some cargo. Lane noticed that ore and fur were the majority, and there were also some other commodities.

Loading and unloading has always been a hassle.

Ryan walked into the hotel lobby, and he noticed that Oliver was talking to another richly dressed man.

Half-elf Estelle is standing behind the man, so if Ryan is not bad, he should be the half-elf's employer - the businessman Matz in his mouth.

Speaking of which, Mats is not a good name either. The name means **** cushion.

"Mr. Lane! Are you back? I heard that a group of water ghosts attacked the pier before. It was Mr. Lane who made a great show of power and killed the leader of the water ghosts, and then repelled the water ghosts? Mr. Lane is really amazing. Ah." Seeing Ryan come in, Oliver stood up, and the imperial merchant looked a little worried, but Ryan could tell at a glance that he was pretending.

How could a large town be attacked by a group of water ghosts?

"It's not like you learned your combat skills from Nord. I look like... Griffin footwork?" Estelle suddenly said, and the half-elf's face showed some curiosity.

"Have you been to the empire?" Ryan raised his head. For some reason, he didn't like this half-elf either.

Maybe it's because this kind of half-elf with a handsome face and an aura of elegance and intelligence is easier to win the favor of others than him. It's unavoidable for men to be light-hearted and hostile to each other.

"Heh~ I worked for His Excellency Corleone, the elector of Tuscany, for eight years. He was always reluctant to be a knight. Do you think I don't know the empire?" Estelle sneered, and the half-elf looked for He took a place and sat down: "So, if it's not surprising, Mr. Ryan, your combat skills must be from that elder, right?"

"Does it have anything to do with who I studied? Listening to you, I think I understand why, Mr. Estelle, you have worked for Lord Corleone for eight years and you haven't even gotten a stable job." Ryan looked up and down the handsome half-elf ranger, and suddenly sneered: "Long ears is not an honor, half-elf."

"You!" The half-elf stood up directly, but he immediately realized something and his face turned pale: "Forget it, in the name of Asuryan, I won't argue with you, and please don't get confused, Nord. knight."

Asuryan is the chief **** of the elf pantheon, the **** of the phoenix.

This made Oliver and Mats a little surprised. The arrogant half-elf didn't care about this kind of thing with Ryan? You know, elves don't like being referred to with long ears.

What surprised them even more was Ryan's expression. The Nord Kingdom knight's expression was very strange, with anger, surprise, and even a hint of... happy and relieved?

"I'm going back to the room first! Don't disturb me first, I'll talk about anything else!" After a pause, Ryan immediately said to the two businessmen present, Oliver and Mats both nodded subconsciously.

After speaking, Ryan rushed to his room without looking back. He closed the door of the room, and then closed all the doors and windows~www.wuxiamtl.com~ The man stood alone in his room, as if he was welcoming something .

Gradually, in the cold and quiet room, pale golden energy slowly appeared, and an energy filled with unparalleled majesty and sacredness flashed across the room.

Ryan was gradually surrounded by this mysterious energy.

In the sea of ​​consciousness, endless golden rays of light circulated around Ryan. The flashing golden rays of light were like flowing water, constantly rotating, colliding, and merging together. Ryan only felt that his consciousness was shining among the stars, but it seemed like Mount Tai shuddered as he pressed the top.

It was not until a golden figure flashed out of the light and shadow that the terrifying pressure subsided slightly.

"I talk to you from afar, my son!"

"I really don't want to be your son! I have a father on earth, I have an adoptive father here, and a godfather, and now you tell me that I am your son, how many fathers do you want me to have?! " Ryan said to the golden figure mockingly, his face was a little dissatisfied, but more of a relief.

"You are my son, since you accepted my genes, Ryan, you are my son, the youngest among my sons, the youngest." The golden figure did not fluctuate, he just used He continued in a gentle tone.

"...Well, I finally have a place where I can surpass someone from the Celestial Dynasty." Ryan had no choice. He could even feel the strong blood resonance in his body, the blood in his body was cheering, and he His bones rattled with excitement, his muscles played a resonant melody, and the feeling of blood connection echoed in Ryan's body.

He is his son.

Exactly.

He is his father.