As dawn broke, golden sunlight swept across the earth and along the path that Elsie and her companions always took.
Trisna rode on horseback, while Elsie was held in her arms, her body draped in an assassin's black trench coat.
Hearing the mayor's words, she silently peeked out.
"I knew it!" The old mayor's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw the little girl peeking out.
"Your Highness Elsie, we've been waiting for you for a long time!"
"After the news of the Holy Church's arrest of you spread, many people in the Tiran family territory were willing to help you."
"We oppose Allen's violent purge, and we oppose the Holy Church interfering in family affairs!"
The old mayor straightened his back and said firmly, "The people of Tiran will never be controlled by others!"
[...]
Elsie understood this sentiment. It seemed that the people of the Tiran family all inherited the will of their ancestors and would never live a cowardly and miserable life under control!
They grew up listening to the stories of Tilan and are proud to be his descendants.
They would rather die as heavy cavalry in the path of the charge than lack the courage to even grasp the thorns that bind them!
How could heavy cavalry not know that charging into battle inevitably leads to death when facing a heavy encirclement by the enemy? There are so many weapons and spells on the battlefield that can bind cavalry!
Therefore, the premise of charging forward is that you are aware of death, but you will still choose to charge forward madly!
Never stop, never slow down, until death do us part!
“Your Highness Elshi, the Holy Church has already sent elite troops to Orvik City, and even Duke Ekado has stopped communicating with me. I’m sure the Holy Church is hiding a conspiracy.” The old mayor patted the captain of the guards beside him.
“This is my knight, Tenlo!”
"Please allow him and his guards to accompany you!"
Tengluo turned to Elsie: "Your Highness Elsie, we will protect you with our lives, for the future of the Tiran family!"
Elsie stared coldly at her opponent. The data showed he was just a level 30 ordinary soldier, and the guards weren't particularly strong either.
Alright! Let's take a look at the equipment. It's quite ordinary; after all, it's just an armed force in a small town, not an area that needs heavy guard.
[Finally, and most importantly, I'd give appearance one out of ten. Pass! Kick him out! Eliminate him! Hurry!]
Elsie: →_→
“I accept your allegiance. Time will prove your loyalty, and your courage will be carried to the city of Orvik, witnessed by our ancestors,” Elsie said calmly.
Wait, ancestor?
Yes, the data template shows that Teng Luo has the bloodline of a hero, probably a branch member of the family, whose bloodline has been diluted to the point that he has been forgotten by the family.
【I see……】
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Location: Locke City
Inside the castle dungeon, two burly men, bound together, were exchanging silly grins.
"Hurry up!"
"Ouch—oh~ you poked my hand!"
"Just bear with it a little longer, it'll be over soon~ Ugh—"
"Damn it! Anyone would think we're gay!" Aize shoved Wolsen aside and picked up the sharp piece of metal that had fallen to the ground.
He rubbed his wrists, which had been bound by ropes for many days. Perhaps no one could understand the pain he had been enduring these past few days?
This is outrageous! I was just taking advantage of the holiday to go home, and when I passed through Locke City, I didn't expect that the Hagrid family was in turmoil!
After a long period of silence, the Holy Shield faction suddenly had a new member wielding an artifact, and they immediately began to challenge the dominance of the Scepter faction.
Fortunately, the Scepter faction had many powerful elders, and the Holy Shield faction, unable to break through their defenses, left with their people.
Aize and Worson entered the castle hand in hand, only to be dragged into the dungeon by the guards before they could say a word.
The Lamplighter and Worson's father left behind the words "For the future of the Hagrid family" and then, just like the Riddler, abandoned them!
Damn, only one meal a day! Even Aize thinks Worson's food looks delicious!
Watson: ?
The point is, this is ridiculous! Hagrid is Hagrid, I'm from House Tiran! What does this have to do with me?!
"Have you fucking thought this through yet?" Wolsen kicked Aize, extending his hands that were still bound by ropes. "I haven't untied myself yet!"
“Brother, you know we’ve been starving for days.” Aize examined the sharp piece of iron in his hand.
Watson shuddered: "???"
“And you eat so much, I’m afraid I have no choice but to…” Aize hesitated slightly.
"A...Aize!" Wolson cried out in terror, "Don't do anything rash! I...I don't have much meat on me!"
Aize: "Hehehe..."
"Bang—" The dungeon door was kicked open, and the guards, carrying food, stared indifferently at Aize and Worson.
...
"Bang—" The dungeon door slammed shut, and the guard looked at the piece of iron in his hand, sneered, shook his head, and left.
Aize and Worson leaned against the wall, their hands bound again. They looked at each other, smiled, shook their heads, and sighed helplessly.
"Where did you get that piece of metal?" Aize asked.
“I picked it up from the ground…” Watson said with a look of despair.
Aize nodded: "Can you find a second piece?"
Wolsen stared at Aize: "What do you think?"
The dungeon seemed even poorer and cleaner than I had imagined.
“This is mainly a meditation room for family members, used for reflecting on their mistakes,” Wolsen said, head bowed.
"..." Aize glanced at the bats flying around outside and said, "This meditation room of yours is fucking hell!"
“Heh…” Worson’s eyes were filled with tears as he stared at the date that was being carved on the wall.
It's been more than a month now, hasn't it?
“I’ve made mistakes before, but I’ve never been locked up for this long.”
He tried to ask his father why he was locked up, but the response was indifference, just like when he was a child.
The reason for his inexplicable confinement was that he had no interest in the contents of those holy scriptures. He would just casually recite the spells when casting them, and whether or not divine magic was produced was up to him!
“You’re crying here? My little sister has no idea how things are going. She’s probably on holiday now and on her way back to Orwick City.” Aize sighed, “I shouldn’t have come with you!”
"I promised Grandpa I would protect my little sister, and now, now..." As he spoke, Aize couldn't help but sob.
"How dare you say that?" Watson stood up and yelled, "If you hadn't been dawdling, we would have cut the rope and run away long ago!"
"Damn! This was a complete accident!" Aize retorted.
"An accident? You always manage to shift the blame to something else, you don't even have the courage to face the problem directly! Someone like you, riding a heavy cavalry? You think you're qualified to charge?" Wolsen said fiercely.
"You can also be considered a descendant of Tilan?"
Aize stood up abruptly, furious, his eyes burning with malice. In the end, in his extreme anger, he did something irrational!
he……
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