Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 11 Settling Accounts
Bryan saw a group of four people coming in. Except for Artes, the young Duke of Swift with short dark blond hair, the three knights were dressed in blue steel chain armor and silver-white cloaks on their shoulders. What was embroidered was the emblem of the Swift family that he was familiar with - a silver griffin with wings spread in the dark blue sky.

The knight father mentioned by the little boy with a runny nose was among them.

The bearded knight father was happily holding his son high.

Brian is quite familiar with the nobles and royal family of the Kingdom of West.

The Swift family claims to be: Silver Griffin, which belongs to the guardian of the northern border of the West Kingdom. The dark golden hair color shows that this family also has the blood of the West royal family, and there have been marriages in at least three generations.

Otherwise, they wouldn't call themselves Silver Griffons, because the flag of the Kingdom of West is the Golden Griffin.

As for the heir of the Silver Griffon family passing through this border town, Brian could easily guess the reason. Their purpose must be to go to Thorn Castle.

This aggravated his worries again, and even the heir of the guardian of the kingdom's northern border was dispatched. This undoubtedly proved to the world that Duke Swift was determined to eradicate the Blackman elves.

As a half-elf, he naturally didn't want a war between the two.

Brian has lived in the elf sanctuary 'Blackman' for at least 15 years.

He knows that the road to get there is very rough, and it is often accompanied by evil humanoid creatures, such as ogres, gnolls, trolls and so on.

It is also more dangerous. It is necessary to climb over the mountains composed of rocky hills and dense forests, and then pass through steep passes and cliffs like abysses before entering the real holy land of elves.

Without these reliances, Blacktman's elves would have been wiped out long ago under the pincer attack of West and Tegrila.

Even if the Duke of Silver Griffin has a powerful ranger army, it is impossible to win easily.

He can think of these things, and the Duke of Silver Griffin who lives in Thorn Castle can naturally think about them, even more comprehensively than him.

So if one day humans really start a war against elves, they must have made the best preparations.

Thinking of this, Brian decided to leave here first and make long-term plans.

So he ignored the half-faun Mario, got up directly, and walked out of the tavern without making a sound.

The little Duke Artes who entered the tavern threw the wet silver cloak behind him, revealing the mithril armor dripping with water.

He wiped the rainwater off his face with his hand, and carefully surveyed everyone in the hall with his deep blue eyes.

"My three guards eat the same food as me, but the portion is doubled. We rode a long distance overnight, and the food should be meat, and a jug of the best wine here." Little Duke Artes said to The dwarf boss beside him ordered.

"You can eat whatever you want, my lord duke." The dwarf boss said, but his face was reddened by the flames of the fireplace, but he showed a look of anxiety and didn't know what to do. He pointed to the tables full of guests, With a look of embarrassment on his face, he said:

"My Lord Duke, you have also seen that I really have no choice. Due to the issuance of the recruitment order, this small town closest to Thornburg has been so lively these days, and there are so many people..."

"Understandable, but I still hope you change the name, otherwise it will be passed to my energetic father, and he will be unhappy." Artus Swift nodded slightly, and then seriously addressed the dwarf boss. Correct one sentence.

Then he took a gold coin from his pocket, tossed it over his head, caught it, and flicked it again.

In the dim tavern, the rotating gold coins reflected the firelight of the fireplace, shining a seductive luster. Even Brian, who was walking towards the door, could clearly see the outline of the golden griffin engraved on the gold coins.

Soon, an adventurer wearing an old wolf fur cloak stood up, looked at the little duke, and said in a respectful tone: "My lord, if you don't mind, I will give you my table."

After finishing speaking, the adventurer and his two companions immediately took the initiative to take on the job of waiter, and soon a table that was so clean that the light from the fireplace appeared in the eyes of Artes.

"You are very smart, I hope your skills are like your head." Artes smiled slightly and threw the shiny golden griffin over.

The adventurer caught it in the air, his movements as nimble as his head.

"Boss, in terms of food, I think it should be fine, right?" Artes looked down at the dwarf boss Hasson Steel Hammer with his deep blue eyes.

"Of course no problem, please wait a moment, I'll go and prepare it for you myself." The dwarf boss hurriedly ran towards the back kitchen.

Brian saw this scene in his eyes. At this time, he had already reached the entrance of the tavern, but the little duke and his three followers, including the little boy with a runny nose, blocked his way and had no intention of giving way at all.

"Please step aside." Brian looked at Artes, who seemed to always have a smile on his face.

In his impression, he didn't have any interaction with the other party. If you counted that incident, he had met once.

His thoughts drifted back involuntarily to the scene in the Kingdom of Tegrila ten years ago.

Brian's memory has always been very good. At that time, King West took his eight-year-old little princess, including the Duke of Swift and the little duke in front of him, to Tegrila as a guest.

In fact, the two were about the same age, and they had greeted each other and performed a swordsmanship once.

But that was already ten years ago, and even now, standing face to face, he believed that the other party would never recognize him.

Thinking of this, Brian couldn't help but think of another thing that happened at that time.

As die-hard allies, the two countries naturally cannot avoid using marriage to maintain the relationship between the two countries.

And Brian was lucky to be chosen by the little princess and the kingdom who was only eight years old, and became her fiancé.

The king of Tigrila, that is, his father, and King West made an agreement that ten years later, they would marry the little princess on her name day.

This happens to be the tenth year, Brian thought.

How would the ruler of the Kingdom of West and the full little princess feel if they knew that the third prince of Tigrila had disappeared.

"Let it go?" Little Duke Artes met Brian's obsidian-like bright eyes, shook his head slightly, and a smile floated on his blue lips with cold: "This is impossible, Brian of Tegrila, There is still an unsettled account between us."

As soon as the words fell, his three knights immediately guarded the door with their sword hilts in their hands, and the door of the tavern was also closed with a muffled 'bang'.

The dim tavern suddenly became darker. Fortunately, the waiter at this time just threw a few logs into the fireplace.

As the flue roared and howled, the flames jumped up suddenly, and the flames in the hearth burned brighter and brighter until angry sparks spewed out.

(End of this chapter)