Vol 2 Chapter 500: I am coming for peace.

Chapter 500, I am coming for peace.
The next morning, on the flat and wide avenue of the gift, the prince's team stretched more than doubled because of the more soldiers of the Bozdov family.
"Don't care about the attitude of the Count of Bozdorf," Dele walked by the horse at the side of Tells:
"He is one of the leaders who took back the blade camp. He was very upset about what happened these days, so he expressed his dissatisfaction on his face."
Not happy?
Tyres thought silently.
Expressed on the face?
Buddy, you probably haven't got along with the Northland people - when they are not happy, they are usually on the sword.
He can only ridicule himself.
"Please also don't anger Paul," Earl of the Fort Wharf turned to look at Paul Bozdov, who was behind them, and was silent. "There is such a strong and aggressive father, and he is too embarrassed."
Taylor smiled and nodded, but sighed in his heart.
Speaking of such a strong and aggressive father...
Ok, this is a deep feeling.
"At least," Dele turned back and looked at a horse behind him. The face of the black lion was immediately rolled up and wrapped up in a tightly packed squad, and sighed:
"At least Paul is better than his father."
The two were silent for a while.
But the next second, Tyres suddenly said:
"So, what the Count of Bozdov said, about the Duke of the West, ‘who is like this to everyone’...

"is that true?"
Like someone blowing out the lights, the color between the prince and the count seems to suddenly darken.
In the horseshoe and the drink, Dele was silent for a long time before he spoke openly.
"I will say that, Your Highness."
"In the stars of the country, compared with the cliffs of the northern and iron plates that once went to the next heart, there are also the swordsmanship of the common troubles. The local politics of the West is...some complicated."
complex.
Tyres silently sinks.
After a few seconds, think of what the prince faint opening:
"Number of votes."
Dele awaiting to explain:
"what?"
I saw Tyres out of Shinto:
"Although it was just a joke yesterday, I think about it now."
The prince slowly said:
"The country six years ago was a meeting. When the six giants and the thirteen people voted to decide whether to recognize my identity, whether it was the northern border, the cliff or the blade, in these territories, each of the counts voted for them. The Duke’s head is a vision."
"But only the West, only your three votes..."
"You and the Count of Bozdorf have voted veto."
"And the Duke of Falkenhaus, but voted in favor."
After listening to his words, Drew Kloma’s face changed.
The young Earl of Fort Worth coughed innocently.
"The situation was forced by the situation, I hope you don't want to be guilty."
Tyres looked at his expression and smiled:
"of course not."
"I just... understand something."
The prince stared straight at the Earl of the Fort.
"The decision of the high-level aristocratic parliament of the year, the nineteen stone blocks, the three western families... is not consistent."
Dre's face was more ugly.
Their team turned a corner and Taylors' thoughts went back.
When the country was a meeting, whether Taylors could become the official second prince, the final number of votes was ten, eight were opposed, and one abstained.
The party with the king party reversed the situation with a slight advantage of one vote.
The three major families of the East China Sea, led by the fat Duke of Cullen, voted in favor at the last minute.
But now I think about it...
Cliff, North, South Bank, West, Blade, East China Sea... Taylors remembered the voting situation of the 19 aristocrats in the past and suddenly understood a lot of things.
The prince frowned.
In the order of voting, and the result of the face...
At that time, the real hand held the key vote, and the situation was reversed, and Taylors eventually became the second prince...
Not the Duke of Cullen.
After crossing a road with different slopes, their marching on the road began to accelerate.
"Don't be misunderstood," Dr. adjusted his sitting position and took a deep breath before the oncoming winds increased:
"The lords of the Western Wilderness still respect the coat of arms of the four eyes."
His expression is a bit heavy:
"In recent years, my aristocrats, especially those like the Count of Bozdorf, feel that the Dukes are more or less...the status quo."
Dele's eyes are turning:
"Especially when it comes to the royal family - even after the desert war."
"For example, this time the blade camp."
Earl Kloma carefully chooses his own words:
"The vassals are quite vocal about the negative decisions he has never heard before, and the conservative attitude of picking up the mess afterwards."
Taylor is silent.
Peace of the status quo.
Negative decision.
Conservative attitude.
The second prince couldn't help but think of Cyril's words:
[Know, when your vassals and your subordinates are in a state of excitement, the public will stand out, and you will not have much choice but to follow the tide. 】
Have you said these things to others?
"Do not."
As the Mercedes speeds up, Tyres clamps the horse's belly.
He stared at the flat and solid road of Grace Avenue, watching them fly backwards one foot, and firmly said:
"Maybe, this is the way the Duke is unique and defending the West."
This sentence is spoken, and Dele on his side is silent for a while.
The two thoughtful followers followed the team tacitly, letting the horses gallop, and did not speak.
Until a minute later, as the team began to slow down, Dreier sighed with a sigh of relief and looked into the wilderness of the distance:
"It seems that Cohen is not bragging."
"If I don't come to see you, then I will definitely regret it."
Tyres smiled and was preparing to thank him. He didn't react in the first place.
But after a few seconds...
"Cohen?"
Taylors raised his head subconsciously, a little surprised:
"You, do you know Cohen?"
"Cohen, a big man, Karabyan?"
Earl Kloma looked back at the prince and looked warmer.
"I'm not sure when Cohen has such a chic middle name."
Dele’s eyes turned, and his eyes were filled with nostalgia and smile:
"But, yes, Cohen is my cousin, and I grew up with Woola in his childhood."
"His mother is my father's sister, my dear mother."
Tyres summed it up.
Cohen’s mother is Dre’s aunt...
"Karabyan and Cloma."
Twin tower long swords and single-winged crows.
Wola collar and wing castle.
The prince suddenly said:
"It turns out that you two are in-laws."
Earl of the wing castle smiled and nodded.
"So, how did Cohen mention me to you?"
The next second, Taylor suddenly found that Dre's expression became a bit stiff.
Count Croma hardly coughed, and under the guise of the prince's encouragement, he said hard.
" Six years ago, Cohen first mentioned me to you in communication."
Dele said while recalling, the tone revealed strange:
"Cohn said, he, he, he fell in love, and then took a vacation to go sightseeing in the north..."
"And then overnight, I happened to meet a great and glorious adventure, followed by a wise prince, brave the Palace of Heroes, night battle dragon city, guard the hero hall, northern people, fight with the legend The total enemy against the enemy, felt the horror of the disaster, witnessed the advent of the dragon, passed the mutiny of the chaotic thief, was unforgettable and betrayed by the companion, mixed into the team of the White Blade Guard, met the assassination and change of the king. Bystander, the female grandfather’s superior position, bravely marching forward in the north of the strong enemy, and save the stars on the edge of the kingdom’s peril, ultimately protecting the lives of tens of millions of people...

Tyres listened to his eyebrows and twitched.
"The whole text is like this. The original text is a bit... um, hehe." The count said that the more helpless.
However, even Tyres felt that the words in the other side of the line were excited and eager, so that the East Lacy was incoherent, and it was necessary to reveal the fascination of paper.
"At the end, Cohen complained that although the secret department came to the door at night to warn him not to disclose state secrets, his boss did not believe him, refused to give him a vacation and reimbursement travel expenses... so I hope I can understand him..."
Dele indulged for a while:
"I was still thinking when I received the letter. Maybe he is really single for too long, you know, delusions and hallucinations..."
"I mean, yes, your Highness is really young and smart, but... Northland? Exeter? So many things... I doubt it..."
Dyle stopped talking and looked at Tyres straight away:
"Until now."
Tyres hesitated for a second, pulling out a courtesy and a smile.
Well, how to say it.
Cohen.
you……
Niubi.
It’s not easy to fake.
But in turn, to be like the young master of Karabyan, naturally, without revealing the truth, the truth is said to be the same as the fake...
It is also a test of skill.
After a long while, Thales squeezed the smirk back into the muscles and coughed:
"That, Cohen, is he okay?"
Dele smiled:
"I think so."
"He is still in the warning hall of Wangdu, doing a job that most aristocrats can't understand, including my aunt and uncle."
Dreer shrugged helplessly:
"I want to know that they have been worrying about his marriage. For more than a decade, my aunt has been afraid that he will bring his own classmate and take home the Miss Warren of the Aaronde family."
Tyres squeezed his eyebrows.
"Miranda?"
The prince smiled:
"Oh no, that's impossible."
Dele exhaled:
"Yeah, I know that Miss Arend is probably the most feared person in Cohen."
"The kid said that he always had the illusion: in front of Miss Arend, he would suddenly become stupid."
Thales licked his mouth and thought about how Miranda and Cohen would get along.
Well, that is really an illusion.
Because he is definitely not "suddenly" stupid.
"But ten years have passed, my aunt has not had that much," Dele shook his head, with a smile and helplessness:
"Now, as long as Cohen is willing to get married, she doesn't care if the other is a warrior, as long as she is a woman."
Tyres and Dele look at each other and laugh at the same time.
After a while, Dele’s voice was low:
"So is that true?"
"Cohn said that he, um, he came to me with the fire knight in the Palace of the Spirit, armed with the legendary anti-magic, flesh and blood for three hundred rounds?"
Fire Knight...
Three hundred rounds of war...
The prince has some headaches:
"Amount, my attendant can testify, it should have been played, but three hundred rounds..."
Taylors didn't say anything, just smiled.
Dele’s eyes moved and his heart would nod.
"So, he said that he faced the red witch who is the same name as Lord Hansen, facing her persuasion, not humiliating in the desperate situation?"
Facing the red witch...
Don’t humble, don’t hesitate to die...
The prince stunned and blinked:
"Ah, about this, how do you say it? Basically, the Red Witch is not allowed to persuade, he is the one..."
This time, waiting for what Teresdo said, the county good-looking count raised his eyebrows, thoughtfully:
"I understand."
"Then he said that he faced the legendary warrior who is not old, the invincible ‘撼地’ Kaslan, fighting for the enemy, punching the flesh to the flesh, at the expense of an arm...

Fighting hardcore...
Tyres slammed his mouth:
"He, huh, ah..."
Once again, when Taylors hesitated to use the statement, Dr. was very understanding and browed:
"Oh--"
Looking at the look of the Earl's face, Teres suddenly gave birth to a sense of guilt that sold Cohen.
its not right.
Obviously what I said is the truth!
But Dre's next sentence made Taylor's heart sink:
"That... dragon?"
Tyres was silent for a while, and the old scene reappeared:
"Really."
Dre's eyebrows trembled.
"Oh," Earl Kloma squinted, quite serious:
"This explains why the six-year-old month, the letter crows passing through the north are all late - the legend is true: the dragon wings, a thousand miles."
Dele whispered:
"So... disaster?"
This time, Tyres sinks into the water and bows his head.
He didn't talk, just clenched his teeth and remained silent for a long time.
Dyle looked at the prince and did not ask again.
"Oh," the count sighed and sighed:
"You know, the Earl of the Forbidden Fortress left a record of the scourge he had seen. But in my family, there are generations who think that it is just the dying slang of the old man."
Dele was silent for a while.
"So, is King Nunn killed in a disaster?"
Taylors looked up and saw the dawn of the arrow.
And the skull that was wearing a crown, bloody, rolling down to his feet.
"The Assassin's Flower, Little Surrey, Flying Blade."
The prince is determined to be authentic:
"And Chaman Rumba."
Dreek took a soft breath.
The air became quiet, quiet to the ear and only heard the sound of the horseshoe.
The count slowly looked up.
"You are tired, Your Highness."
"Maybe many people don't believe it, and more people don't know," Dele sighed with a sigh of relief, but he was very serious but serious:
"But I want to say..."
"The whole kingdom..."
"Take your kindness."
Tyres bit his teeth and barely smiled.
"Thank you," the prince stiffly nodded:
"Count of Cloma."
But Dreher shook his head.
"Dele," Earl of the Fortress first showed a warm and friendly smile to the boy, and then extended his right hand, as if this was his first formal introduction:
"this is my name."
Tyres first paused.
He glanced at Dele deeply and smiled.
"Of course, Dreux."
The second prince sincerely extended his right hand and clung to Dre:
"Tells."
The eyes of the two met in the air and nodded to each other.
Diller loosed the prince's right hand, but his words turned sharply.
"Standing from the perspective of the Western aristocrats, Tyres, I know how the Renaissance Palace sees us, knowing what we are facing, and knowing your sensitive and embarrassing situation."
Dele looked at Taylors seriously.
Taylors also looked back at him seriously.
"In the usual way, I might say some scenes, what is ‘Western is not your enemy, West is not,’ and so on.

Dele sighed:
"But you are a friend of Cohen."
Dre's expression was a little sad and helpless:
"And standing in the position of his cousin, standing in the perspective of a friend, I must remind you, Tyres."
The next moment, Deller bowed his head, and found a few words between the teeth that seemed to be more precious than gold, and weaker than the flies:
"Be careful with Cyril."
what?
Tyres first thought about the name and frowned.
"You mean the Duke of Kenhaus?"
"What do you mean?"
Dele was silent for a few seconds, and this whispered:

The Duke is good at manipulating the people – even those who don’t like him.

Manipulating people's hearts?
Taylors took a second.
The first thing he remembered was the red witch in the north.
but……
Cyril Falkenhaus?
Unpopular?
"The Count of Bozdov said that the Duke is the same for everyone, and that neutrality never stands in line," Dele's look at this moment was as serious as ever, as if it were an enemy:
"That may be because the Cyril, who is the owner of the West, wants him to think so."
West Duke...
Want him to think so?
Taylors stunned.
It must be admitted that from the first minute of the meeting, Dele gave him the impression that he was cautious, thoughtful, decent, and never too late.
But now...
"And if the Count of Bozdov does not like Cyril," Dele said coldly to him:
"That is probably because the Duke wants him not to like himself."
Taylors breathed a bit:
"Then, the Duke he was ‘unwelcome’...

Drew nodded, lowered his voice and took the second half of the sentence:
"Because he doesn't want to be popular."
Taylors looked at Diller.
He suddenly felt that the people in front of him were different.
Wait, if this is true.
The impression that the Duke of Falkenhaus gave him was also...
"Tells, you may know that for historical reasons, my family has a lot of experience in the domestication of the crow."
Dreux spoke again.
Taylors is trying to shift his attention to the present:
"Amount, yes?"
I saw the Earl of the Wing Fortress vigilantly:
"A few months ago, the lords of the Majesty and the Western Expedition reached an agreement. We sent troops to the Freedom League and forced Exeter to rescue you from returning to China."
"Yes." Taylors answered subconsciously.
Dre's eyes became sharp:
"In the week when I reached an agreement with His Majesty, my crow whistle, at the border, scouted several long-distance crows flying north across the border."
The week of the agreement...
Flying north to the border...
Long-distance letter crow...
Tyres frowned:
"What do you mean?"
DeLer silent for a few seconds, this is faintly authentic:
"The batch of crows was extremely high, extremely alert, and good at concealing. Even with the ability of the crow whistle, it almost missed."
"That's not a postal letter to the two places, the route is fixed, the brain is dull, and the training is simple."
"It is better to be rigorous, intelligent and flexible, to understand the way, to listen to the Lord's military letter crow, domestication is not easy and expensive, only the big lords with strong financial resources can afford."
Military letter crow...
The fee is very expensive...
Big lord...
Tyres’s face changed slightly.
"Thales, from the time of getting out of trouble to returning, some people," Dele's tone is heavy:
"Someone has revealed your information to the people of the North from the side of the stars."
"I guess that's why your return journey is full of surprises."
Leaked my information...
Returning home is full of accidents...
Taylor's breathing stagnated.
At that moment, the figure of King Chaman suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
And the other side suddenly visited Longyan City, just to see their own side of the adventure.
No way……
The prince raised his eyes alertly:
"You mean, Duke of Falkenhaus?"
Dreer shook his head:
"Can not be sure."
"But, Tyres, not everyone."
Dele's eyes narrowed and the tone was cold, and Tyres couldn't help but make a fist:
"In this country, not everyone welcomes your return."
At this time, on the road ahead, several Ravens rushed back and rushed back, and in the endless dust, it brought people to be nervous.
"alert!"
"Sentinel contact! A number of cavalry!"
what?
Dreux and Tyres looked at each other and frowned.
The entire team of the "Crow" immediately stopped moving forward. Hundreds of cavalrymen were in the same position, and the horseshoes rolled and the horses undulating.
Everyone was in action, and many of the squadrons came forward to encircle the two important figures.
"Counter Deller!"
Paul also came from behind, and the heir to the soul of the soul of the soul looked dignified:
But the Earl of the Fort Worth has a calm look:
"Don't be nervous, the thief is a detective elite, and now it's just the first message, proving that the other party is at least a few miles away."
"Soon they will confirm their identity."
Their well-thought-out questions and answers are mixed in countless hooves, which gives Taylor a lot of peace of mind.
Soon, the second and third news came, and the new news made the three nobles more and more heavy:
"Twenty-five rides! No flags! Unidentified! Refused!"
"Between the light ride and the heavy ride, it is well equipped and has a good hand!"
"The return of the high-altitude crows: there are more troops behind them! More cavalry and infantry! Hundreds!"
More?
Hundreds of thousands?
Taylor was shocked.
Dreux and Paul looked at each other and their expressions were getting more and more heavy.
"Who will bring the army to the prince at this time?" Paul whispered:
"Do we need to gather the main force?"
"Stabilize," Dele responded steadily:
"This number does not exclude our own troops."
"Put the more than twenty rides first, and everything will be clear."
Our troops.
Tyres clenched his mouth.
But he couldn't help but think of Dele's words:
[In this country, not everyone welcomes your return. 】
Not everyone...
The prince’s heart sank.
No way.
Come on, he has already entered the stars inland and embarked on the avenue of the gift, don't make any surprises!
Putting it in the usual way, Taylors always worried about what to come.
This time, the fate of seems to have heard his fears again.
A few minutes later, the horseshoe rang, and the uninvited guests came to them in the presence of the surrounding crows.
Dreux's crow whistle is right.
This is a group of twenty-five cavalry. The signs and emblems on the body are covered in the dust-proof cloak that is common in the Western Wilderness. However, it is faintly visible that these people are muscular and sharp, and they are riding on the rare wild horses with bright colors. Under the cloak, the bulging sac is obviously a weapon.
The arrival of these cavalry made the atmosphere in the prince team extremely extreme:
The other side quietly and neatly stopped in front of the road, cold eyes looking at the crows of this side.
"Who are they? Their own people?" Taylors wondered.
Dele stared at the uninvited guests and nodded:
"We will know."
"Dele," Paul looked at the group of cavalry who looked ugly, frowning:

Do you need me to call the Black Lion Infantry Regiment at the rear?

But the Earl of the Fort Wing just shook his head.
In the next second, Drew urged the horse forward and raised his voice:
"Coming the name!"
In a fraction of a second, a knight came out in silence and came to the front of the Ravens.
On this way, the team of twenty-five rides did not have any unharmonious noise.
The knight who came out of the crowd had maroon hair and a soft-faced face. Although he left a stubble on his chin, he looked only thirty years old, no bigger than Dreux.
And his pair of brown eyes, which are not shocked, seem to be calm and peaceful forever.
"I still think maybe you know me, Count Clomar, it seems that I still hope," Li Yuan Knight stopped the mount, he sighed slightly, seems to have some regrets:
"We, um, six years ago, we met in the palace."
Dray frowned.
"I don't remember seeing you."
In the palace six years ago? What Taylors thought of.
The horse-haired knight did not take a shallow smile, waved to a blond knight around him, and acted elegantly:
"At least I recognize it, his family is with you..."
When this was said, Taylors did not react, but Paul’s look changed:
"Doyle? Deller, that is one of the seven service families..."
Diller coldly shook his head:
"That's just what he said. Who knows if it is disguised."
In other words, Earl of the Wings turned and asked:
"Knight, why are you coming?"
Lifa's knight and his companions looked at each other and answered back:
"We are ordered to greet and His Royal Highness."
"I am very grateful for your help, Count, but your mission is over."
"From now on, the Royal Highness is under our sole responsibility."
He is still the look of the light wind.
Escort me?
Still kidnapping me?
The prince’s eyes turned, and he pressed down the restlessness of his heart and began to look at the knight’s knight.
The chestnut horse rider on the horseback is graceful and looks light, as if walking in a leisurely stroll.
strange……
How is this riding posture and equipment familiar?
Taylors wants to secretly call Jodel, but his front and back are surrounded by crows, and Dele and Paul are all near, making it difficult for him to find opportunities.
hateful!
what is happening?
In the next second, Count Dreyer decisively waved his right hand:
"Winning!"
In the next second, the Klomm family topped the near-hundred crows in the front row and moved at the same time!
They rushed out to ride the donkey and aim at the chestnut knight in front of them!
Strictly unified, the power is forced.
The knight’s eyes changed.
The still thinking of Tyres saw such a change, and quickly made a sound:
"Dele?"
But he didn't have time to say more, and the chestnut knight in the line quickly raised his hands and hurriedly said:
"Oh, peace, peace!"
The chestnut knight who was exposed to the tip of hundreds of arrows speeded up and looked a little more serious, but the eyes were indifferent.
"Relax, Earl, okay, relax - let you know that I am coming for peace."
Although it is a gesture of weakness, but the knight's gesture is respectful and decent, with words carefully, it seems not humble.
And as the Lifa Knight raised his hand, his cloak picked up a bit.
Tyres looked at the silver armor exposed under the cloak of the opponent, but he always felt familiar.
But the sharp-eyed tays also noticed that the knight who was facing the hundreds of bows and not only the chestnut hair was indifferent, and even the cloak cavalry around him was still looking at him, and the cold-eyed watched the opposite rifle whistle. .
It seems to be commonplace.
"Come for peace?"
Dele snorted and didn't buy it:
"The hundreds of troops that are hanging behind you? Are they coming for peace?"
"After us -" Lifa’s knight paused and immediately understood what
The knight is stunned, looking up at the sky, the dagger recognizes:
"Oh, yes, the Croma family, you are raising crows, and there are eyes in the sky."
Dele snorted.
"and so."
"Who are you guys!"
The knight of the chestnuts exhaled breath.
"Okay, okay, you won the count, who told me to be a peaceful person."
The Cavaliers smiled and played their own cloak, and the quiet eyes suddenly became sharp and sharp.
Just like the singular peaks in the confusion, the fog disappeared in an instant.
"Under the next Tomorand Mallos."
The knight’s knight’s voice is good, the tone is elegant, and it’s quite rhythmic:
"The imperial knight of the kingdom, the honorary prince of the stars, the loyal servant of His Majesty."
Mallos raised his eyes and gazed through the crowd with a sacred look, and fell on the 14-year-old boy accurately in a crow's whistle.
At the moment when I exchanged my eyes with each other, Tyres’ brain was a scream!
He remembered it.
The equipment on the other side, he did see it!
But it was six years ago...
in--
Looking at the frowning taylor, Mallos grinned.
"Under the envy, the letter of the same letter..."
The knight is slightly decapitated immediately, and the right palm is pointed to himself before the chest, and the etiquette is impeccable:
"Hey is the Star Royal Guard..."
Mallos reveals a special silver plaque under the cloak, a steel armored sword, scorning on the mount, and spitting out a name that makes Tyres strange and familiar:
"Inheriting the watchman."
(End of this chapter)