A foreigner's journey

The young leaves of the windsheath tree were gently blown up and floated towards the dome.

Basu and Amir looked up and found that there was nothing unusual about these young leaves of the windsheath tree.

But whether it was an illusion or not, Basu felt a breeze blowing inside the semi-enclosed ruins square.

Soon, the flying speed of the young leaves became faster. I don’t know whether the leaves brought the wind or the wind rolled up the leaves. The breeze in the square turned into a strong wind in just a few seconds, and the strong wind further turned into a strong wind. !

Basu had to try his best to lie down on the ground, so as not to be overturned by the strong wind. The cloth robe on her body rustled in the wind, and Amir next to her felt equally uncomfortable.

Lancelot's black hair was flying in the wind, but he didn't care. Basu keenly discovered that [Feng] seemed to be deliberately avoiding Princess Qishi... This is ridiculous. Does Feng also have his own consciousness? Or is this strange wind the work of Heather, the court wizard?

Sand and gravel flew away, and a visible dust tornado formed indoors. A few young leaves of the wind sheath tree that could be easily crushed were flipping up and down in the strong wind without any damage.

"found it."

Heather raised her head and smiled towards a certain direction in the darkness of the dome, raised the long wooden staff in her hand and slammed it towards the stone ground.

clatter! As the end of the wooden stick collided with the slate floor and made a crisp sound, the young leaves shot towards the direction Heather was looking as if guided, bringing up a violent tornado behind them.

At the moment when the flying leaves were about to hit the dome, several figures suddenly shot out from the darkness of the dome to the side. Immediately afterwards, a violent tornado cut off a large piece of the dome.

These figures froze as soon as they landed on the ground before standing up, because beside each figure stood a Knight of the Round Table, holding a weapon against the backs or necks of these uninvited guests.

Anyone who dares to act rashly will only face death.

When Feng gradually heard the news, Basu and Amir saw the appearance of these people clearly and couldn't help but exhale softly.

The leader is a young man with slightly dark skin. He wears an exaggerated scarf and headdress. He covers half of his face with a white cloth, only revealing a pair of cold triangular eyes. He wears national costumes similar to those of Basu and Amir. But it was obvious that he was very luxurious, with fist swords tied to the outside of his two thighs, and his exposed arms were full of streamlined muscles.

The other four people have almost the same appearance. They are all burly men whose muscles have been exercised to the extreme. They have no body hair and do not wear any armor. They have weird large tumors on the joints of their fist bones. The only thing that can distinguish them is the forehead. Badge tattoo.

"Putting a weapon on your neck, is this the way you treat guests in the Country of Fire?"

The young man at the head stood up slowly, regardless of Tristan's long sword hanging on his neck. His eyes looked around, and finally landed on Qishi:

"The Bakiraka clan comes with sincerity, please give us the corresponding respect."

Nanami raised her hand gracefully, and the Knights of the Round Table drew back their weapons and took a few steps back. Only Heather, the court wizard, pursed his lips, as if regretting that he had lost the great opportunity to threaten the other party.

The young man bowed to Qishi solemnly: "Thank you."

Heather walked up with a long staff: "The Sword of Fire has always treated visitors generously, but the premise is that they are [guests] and not [enemies]. Why don't the visitors tell their names?"

The young man said: "My name is Schlatt, and I am the prince of the Bakiraka clan. Oh, although a nation that has been displaced for hundreds of years cannot be called a prince or king. But I am the next clan leader. Being here in person should have shown our sincerity.”

With that said, he looked at Basu and Amir again: "Thank you for your hard work, you two."

"You are serious, Prince Schlatt." Basu and Amir lowered their heads.

"So, Prince Schlatt came here to make a decision on behalf of the Bakiraka clan. Can I understand it this way?"

Heather looked at Schlatt with a smile:

"The ceremony of swearing allegiance to Princess Qishi can begin at any time."

Schlatt shook his head: "Putting the whole family's future on the gambling table based on just a little hearsay information is not Bakiraka's style of doing things."

"Are you here to provoke our Princess?"

Heather leaned on the wooden stick with a subtle smile:

"If this is the case, then the [Fire Sword] will definitely not let His Highness return disappointed."

The Knights of the Round Table all turned their attention to Schlatt, and Schlatt immediately felt that the surrounding air had become stagnant. The four warrior-like guards sensed the murderous aura and quickly rushed to Schlatt's side to take a defensive stance.

Even though Schlatt was a powerful warrior who had experienced hundreds of battles, he was still sweating slightly due to the strong murderous aura. He calmed down and said:

"Master Wizard, you have misunderstood me. The Bakiraka clan is not a reckless person who likes to blindly provoke. I believe you have heard Basu and Amir talk about the long-cherished wish of our clan. The Bakiraka clan is in the fourth quarter. A hundred years ago, due to the failure of the power struggle, they became the slave class of the Kusha Empire, and were later driven out of the motherland. The Bakiraka clan no longer has the ambition and strength to build a country of its own. Our lifelong wish is to return to Kusha. For this reason, our family insists on training ourselves from generation to generation, striving to show enough value to make Emperor Kusha look at us differently."

"But for all these years, you haven't been successful."

"...Yes. Frankly speaking, I just heard the news about you, and the opposition in the clan is very strong. Compared with the 'Terror Emperor' who is constantly expanding the territory of the Kusha Empire, how can a small mercenary group of less than twenty people It is impossible to fulfill our family’s wishes.”

"But you came anyway."

"On that day, there were also internal agents of the Bakiraka tribe in the fortress. They were fortunate enough to see the amazing bravery of the [Fire Sword] knights. Being able to cultivate twelve such powerful knights, I conclude that your homeland must be An extremely powerful kingdom. Even if it is in trouble now, as long as we rely on these twelve knights, Her Royal Highness's dream of restoring the kingdom will not be far away."

Schlatt looked serious:

"Is it the [icing on the cake] that continues to be regarded as a slave and a foreign mercenary by the Kusha Empire, or is it a [help in times of need] that helps the princess in distress during her most difficult time? I thought about it for a long time, and finally came here to see it with my own eyes. As soon as I meet you all, I will meet Her Royal Highness the Princess.”

"What's the result? Did you feel disappointed after meeting me?"

Qishi spoke for the first time after Schlatt's arrival. Her tone of voice is elegant and light, coupled with her beautiful and refined appearance and snow-white dress, she is an almost perfect replica of the incarnation of the will of the planet in the Final Fantasy world.

After hearing Qishi's inquiry, Schlatt took a deep breath, then put his hands on his chest and knelt down on one knee towards Qishi. The four warriors also knelt on the ground.

"Before I came here, I thought about competing with the knights under your command, but the moment I saw you, I already understood that you are the wise master that my Bakiraka clan is pursuing."

Schlatt lowered his head and said in a deep voice:

"On behalf of the Bakiraka clan, I swear to His Highness Qishi that I will serve you wholeheartedly."

Qishi stood up and walked slowly towards Schlatt, escorted by Heather and the twelve Knights of the Round Table, until she stood in front of Schlatt.

Schlatt swallowed, he had never been so nervous. Choosing the wrong master to be loyal to will be the source of the destruction of the Bakiraka clan. And can this otherworldly princess of the subjugated country really take a liking to a group of lowly people like her who have been displaced for hundreds of years?

"Schlatt..." Qishi's ethereal voice sounded.

"Your Majesty is here."

"The Bakiraka clan has pledged their loyalty to me, and I will also make a promise to you——"

Qishi’s voice was solemn and solemn:

"Four years later, Bakiraka will definitely return to Kusha and establish a new dynasty."