Destiny Thief

Chapter 72 The Wind Rises III

The whistling of the storm was accompanied by the torrential rain, and the scene in the picture became blurred. Amidst the continuous bang, it quickly turned into fragments dancing wildly in the sky—Markuro's housekeeper, Fei Lun, stood by the surprised man Beside the dazed maid, he looked at his young master with secret admiration.

This is not entirely an illusion!

As a servant who has served the Escud family for several generations, he has some understanding of the secrets of combat professionals-after the basic incumbent completes the first step and enters the [Awakening Realm], he has a close relationship with everything that exists in the world. The laws between them resonate, thus greatly strengthening their own abilities.As for the performance of Master Makuro, this shows that just now, this young man with outstanding strength has once again improved his strength at the [Awakening Realm] level.

It is worthy of being the "Sword Skill Chosen One"!
Feeling secretly in his heart, the butler Falun watched the white thick mist quickly dissipate. His master, Markuro had put down the pure steel sword in his hand and came before him.

"Master, news from the City Defense Army: The Iris Knights have arrived in Afron."

After Fei Lun bowed slightly and saluted, he said in a low voice.His forehead, with his hair combed neatly, was covered with sweat. It could be seen that he rushed over in a hurry after receiving the news.

"Iris Knights? Those guys?"

For this news, Makuro's expression was a little surprised.However, he smiled quickly and easily, and took out a clean handkerchief from the bamboo basket of the personal maid, and began to wipe the sweat on his face and neck—after tidying up a little, he took off the handkerchief soaked in sweat and mist. Wet top, stuffed it into the bamboo basket.

Holding the big sword in one hand, he walked out of the grove filled with the brilliance of the morning light. The butler, Falun, followed behind him, while the young and pretty personal maid trotted all the way to the residence——Markuro didn't seem to Don't worry about being exposed to the upper body will cause wind chill or something, the rustling cool wind hits, he turned his head to look at his housekeeper:

"Ferran, can you guess their purpose?"

"It's hard to be sure." The butler Fei Lun, who was in his forties, shook his head, but he quickly said, "It is likely to be related to those people."He looked up at the direction of the sunlight and said calmly, of course Markuro understood what he meant.The two have been together for nearly ten years, and there are many things that don't need to be said too carefully.

The Iris Knights are directly affiliated to the royal family, and in the entire Northland, the one who has the closest relationship with the royal family is that Mr. Nardo.

Markuro doesn't deny this pure speculation.Since his youth, old Phelan has been his personal butler.The relationship between the two parties is no longer as simple as that of an ordinary master and servant.In many cases, the role of old Faerun is not so much a steward who takes care of life, but an aide who participates in noble decisions.

The two talked all the way, walked through the path in the lawn of the manor, and soon returned to the residence.The personal maid sent the clothes that Markuro had just changed to the laundry room, and prepared a new set of neat attire—a slim dress coat that nobles usually wear when traveling, a white linen shirt, narrow-leg trousers, and a pair of Shiny riding boots.

"Master, are you going to meet those guests?"

Old Fei Lun glanced at the maid standing beside him who was about to change Markuro's clothes, and asked leisurely.

"Yes, maybe all those old friends are here this time."

"It's better to be more solemn."

"did you mean?"

The personal maid was buttoning up the shirt of Marculo. Hearing what the butler old Ferren said, Marculo frowned slightly, and gently patted the maid's hand away.But he quickly laughed:

"Maybe I should put on a suit of armor."

……

At the end of September, Afron in the Northland is still not really cold because of its proximity to the sea.

War horses are walking on the wide streets covered with stone slabs, which is different from the withered and deserted Karthus, the capital of Nogo. As the sun rises little by little, the whole city quickly becomes lively - densely packed shops on both sides of the street open one after another Business, various styles of carriages of different sizes shuttle through the streets and alleys, merchants bargain with shop owners, porters who sell their labor are either busy loading and unloading goods, or are taking a rest, they wear some thin clothes In twos and threes, they leaned against the carriage or under the corner, picked up the wine bag they carried with them, swallowed it in small mouthfuls, and chatted a few words from time to time.

There are more small vendors in groups, some spread out a piece of sackcloth at a fixed point, and there are some worthless gadgets on it, and some are wrapped in headscarves and carry a large bamboo basket. With a long Afron accent ending, he walked along the street and peddled.

Seeing groups of heavily armed knights coming and going, these small vendors began to pack their goods with an agility that surpassed elite scouts, and quickly hid in every alley like a mouse in danger.

Miss Knight Alisa was riding on a tall war horse. She turned her head and looked around. The reactions of these small vendors made her laugh a little-since the end of the Sixth Eta War, such a bustling scene Rarely seen in the North.But this city was a complete surprise, and to some extent, it also proved the outstanding talents of the local nobles in internal politics.

She vaguely remembered that the one who controlled Afron seemed to be the Escud family—two years ago, the Marquis of Afron who went to the capital of Elva to meet His Majesty had met her once.The other party was a gentle, elegant and personable middle-aged man. On his handsome face, two slender mouse-tail-like mustaches kept shaking while speaking, which impressed her deeply.

This time, will I see the Marquis again?

Alisa kept reminding herself of the etiquette of visiting high-ranking nobles, but she didn't notice that as the team marched, the street in front of her eyes suddenly opened up—Cody and Lars behind them rushed up and rode forward with her:
"Alyssa, look! The guards of the City Lord's Mansion."

"It seems that the welcome is grand."

The lady knight looked intently. In the square in front of the city lord's mansion, two rows of knights in uniforms were slowly approaching them. The leader was a young knight—an extremely handsome, or to be more precise, called The pretty but not overly beautiful face even made her feel ashamed. She wondered if the knight was a woman like her, but as the two got closer, she finally saw clearly——

Marculo Escude was riding on the horse, and he also saw clearly—when the flag raised high appeared in his field of vision, he saw the eye-catching purple irises and interlaced long swords, but he But suddenly he was a little stunned.

Because, this is not the Iris Knights he knows.

(End of this chapter)