Chapter 395: Wait for you for a long time

Three kilometers west of Hollier City.
As the capital of the territory, Hollier is not only the most prosperous city, but the surrounding villages are much denser than in other areas. The village of Laks, not far from the West Gate, is located just upstream of the river flowing outside Hollier.
The village has a population of more than four hundred, with regular fields and rotating windmills. Farmers pass by two or two in a country road. On a hot summer day, everything seems to be normal.
And in this peaceful village, three guys in grey robes were in a wooden house, waiting respectfully for a reply from their boss, Wembsk.
In summer, few people wear robes, but the four people in this room are covered tightly. They are pale, their eyes look a little hollow, and their voices are hoarse:
"So ... the target will arrive in Holywell tomorrow?"
"Yes, Lord Wembsk, and according to the informant's return, the Duke's daughter even prepared a welcome ceremony for him."
"Oh ... welcome ceremony." Wembsk raised his eyes and twisted his staff with his fingers. "It would save the team a trip to Elson City."
The talking pharmacist Wembsk had a very light tone, as if the tasks of "destroying Roddy" and "destroying Hollyr City" were not difficult in his eyes-of course, he did have the capital to think so at this time : The Tasman Kingdom has studied the plague for more than a decade, and its power is definitely not as simple as it appears.
As for "destroying Roddy", it was his mission to avenge Magda, Belom and others following parliamentary orders.
Wembsk was not from Augustine, he was affiliated to the Tasman Noble Parliament. Regarding the political background, he is different from those undead who entered the Karen Kingdom before, so Wembsk's understanding of Roddy is still limited to the stage of "Scout Captain", and he doesn't take the other side seriously.
"Master, don't you need to bring that Duke Angmar together ..."
"Thomas, do you know what the most painful thing is for the elderly?"
"Angmar has just stepped into the coffin, but he put all his hopes on his daughter-so if you watch your daughter die in front of him ... Oh, this is the thing that makes him feel bad. . "
Wembsk narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smirk was drawn at the corners of his mouth: "The losses they have brought to Tasman will be doubled by the council"
"Long live tasman"
"Long live tasman"
The slogan of these undead echoed in the room, and Wembsk slowly stood up, trying to suppress the excitement in his heart: "Be prepared to let us witness the arrival of a new era ..."
The next day, Everta was sunny.
Looking at the city of Hollier in the field of vision, Roddy remembered the undead Magda who had played here, and asked casually, "Akasha, what is it like to control the undead?"
"It's not clear, it's like you're manipulating your fingers, and you don't need to think deliberately, those instructions will let the soldiers execute them. But I can only give some vague orders, if they are too specific Makes me feel ... a little headache. "
Akasha answered Roddy's question very seriously, and then asked with some concern: "Is this situation rare? A priest, but he can control the undead ..."
"It's rare, but it's not difficult to understand," said Roddy, pointing to the direction of Jingyu Forest. "Even the Dragons have been dropped by us. What else is strange in this world?"
Akasha knew he was asking himself not to think too much, and his heart was warm, and he smiled and replied, "In fact, I have been thinking about these issues, checked a lot of literature in Elson's library, and tried to understand ... The principle of controlling undead. "
Such an answer made Roddy somewhat surprised, but he quickly remembered that the meek little priest beside him actually had the potential of "learning hegemony", and his memory and the ability to touch the bypass were absolutely powerful-he was also a little curious: "How? Can you control the undead? "
"Where do I know? Elson didn't have the free will to let me experiment."
Akasha reached out and grimaced in the corner of her eyes: "Again, I don't want to be an ugly undead mage."
Roddie Haha laughed, and stretched out her hands to pinch her soft cheeks. The two rode on the road in such a way, attracting the eyes of the farmers and caravans along the way.
The road to Hollier's gate is not far away. After entering the city, the familiar buildings around him made each of them feel a little bit: Akasha was a wanted pagan when she left here last time, and now she is looking at the monastery. No more fear in my heart.
Roddy recalls what happened in the city: siege in front of the monastery, melee in the square, bombardment of Magdalen, and so on, as well as the misunderstanding that had with Sally ...
misunderstanding…
The memories came to an abrupt end, because when thinking of "Sally", Roddy's original brisk breathing suddenly became somewhat stagnant, and the smile on her face gradually converged.
"Rody?"
"Ok?"
"There is a team ahead and it looks as if it is blocking the road."
Akasha pointed forward, and Roddy looked down, only to find that there was a "typical" aristocratic team blocking the way.
The so-called "typical" is the unique appearance of the young nobles of this era when they took to the streets ...
A coat with gorgeous embroidery, exquisite belts, leather boots and breeches, intricately decorated sabers hanging from the waist, and pure-blooded high-headed horses. Such a line of head almost engraved the word "noble" on the face.
The six entourages around him were dressed in uniform leather armor, and while they were moving forward, they bombarded passersby who had too little time to dodge.
Roddy looked at the family emblem on the side of the saddle and explained to Akasha: "This is the emblem of the Winston family. If you remember correctly, it should be the lord's family of the Pahainar-this family is richer Brother-in-law and playboy. "
"Pahinar? Some distance from here, what are you doing here?"
"Where do I know, I'm so busy."
Roddy shrugged and looked at the sides, noting that there seemed to be another nobleman's entourage not far away, and that the other's family was not native to Everta either.
"Cough cough ..."
The two continued to move forward, but Roddy saw an old tailor on the side of the road coughing fiercely-but there was nothing strange about it. He turned his eyes and immediately saw a nobleman obstructing himself.
"Go where you should go, mercenary"
The other side politely stopped Roddy and Akasha, his tone was very stiff.
"I am Baron Roddy, the soldier of Everta, what qualifications do you have to block my way?"
Roddy wasn't interested in paying attention to this small character, he stretched his face and flung the reins, and walked straight forward, almost knocking the other side away-Akasha was next to him, trying to laugh, but trying to hold back a laugh Here: It's the first time she's seen Roddy take out a "noble" shelf in front of others, and she feels quite fresh.
At this time, the former nobleman looked back and looked at Roddy. "Baron? Sorry, I haven't seen any aristocracy dressed like mercenaries."
"So now you see."
Roddy wasn't interested in nonsense, and he was going to move forward after passing by him-this act made the countless Count Winston raise his eyebrows. He squinted at Roddy, and said politely, "You also want to Pursuing the pearl of Hollier? In this image, you really want Toad to eat swan meat. "
"What pearl?"
When asked, Roddy quickly responded: "You mean ... Sally?"
Looking at the other party's default appearance, Roddy immediately sorted out his thoughts, but then felt a bit funny: Even if Sally really wanted to "marry", where would I find you like this?
However, there is no choice for the "marriage of the nobles"-thinking of Roddy's brow frowning, without asking anything, he listened to the other party and said, "Baron Roddy, did you just come back from the forest? Oh still mentioning A lot of spoils, if my family is ruined, I would like to buy you these goods at a high price. Next time you go out with a few more followers to help you carry things, don't let the maid follow you.
"Well, your axe and bow look good. Do you want to sell it?"
The Earl who came to Holytown for a few days apparently felt "superior", and when he saw that he was wearing a leather armor, he thought he was a run-down nobleman, and at the end he did not forget to point to the "blade of purification": "You kind of Swords are only used by women. If you are interested, I can teach you swordsmanship. In Pahainar, my swordsmanship can be ranked. "
"Troublesome, no need."
Although Roddy didn't do anything with the opponent, he also knew that the opponent's level was only being crushed by himself, so he directly flung the reins and accelerated to leave.
But within a few steps, he and Akasha found that the streets were cleared on both sides, and two rows of family guards stood with ceremonial spears on both sides ...
However, this scene made the nearby Count Winston smile a little. He let the horse accelerate two steps, and waved with Roddy: "The Lucifer family is still wise, this ... Baron Roddy, Please make a concession, maybe in the near future, you will call my lord, maybe it is ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This statement is obviously taking advantage of Sally, even if she has "broken up" with Sally, But Roddy listened to the scornful words of this sister-in-law, and still had the urge to copy the axe ...
"Rody."
Akasha looked at Roddy's face very badly, stretched out his hand and held his arm, and Roddy's gaze converged, but when he looked up and looked forward, he found that the end of the street was white. The figure in the skirt was standing there quietly, staring at him ... beside him.
"Master Holliday always welcomes Lord Roddy, Miss Sally has been waiting for you for a long time."
The young steward of the Duke's House came over to explain the arrangement of the welcoming ceremony, and then said to Winston, bewildered, "Master, Miss Sally, there is something today, and there is no free time."
"Is ... something? Just to see him?"
Winston, who looked like a peacock, opened his eyes and watched Roddy move forward, with a funny look for a while.