Chapter 14 Grace

While introducing Macbeth's historical origins and customs to the city of Silde, Roger led him to the headquarters of the "Tide" Legion. Roger did not walk easily along the way. He kept tempting Macbeth with words, and countless tricks came out of his mind and were denied one by one.

The headquarters of the 'Tidal' Legion is a magnificent building with a total of four floors. It has a rough and simple shape. The exterior wall has not been decorated at all, and the true texture of the red rock is exposed, which is extremely sturdy. In fact, the headquarters of the Legion itself is a small fortress. The solemn and thrilling deep red of the exterior wall is not only the true color given to the rocks by nature, but also the blood of countless enemies, including many warriors of the Tidal Legion.

Except for entering here on the first day of his arrival in Silde City, Roger went on again because Wallace did not even assign him an office.

At the headquarters gate, a young guard crossed his spear and stopped the three of them.

"Sir Roger, this is the important place of the Legion. You cannot go in without General Wallace's orders! Please wait for a moment here and wait for the notification of General Wallace." The young guard said with a blank expression.

Roger was slightly stunned. He never expected that the "Tide" Legion would be so bold and rude! But the fat man had already decided to do it with his thoughts.

The fat man smiled and said to the guards: "Do you know who I am? Let's talk."

The young guard replied firmly: "You are Lord Rog Ota Rivers, Prince of the Empire."

"Then why did I show up in Silde City?"

"You are ordered to command the three corpses behind the Tide Legion and command the war on the Western Front."

"So, you know very well that I am the supreme commander here, why don't you let me in?" The smile on Roger's face had disappeared.

The young guard could see that he was a little nervous, but he still replied loudly: "As a non-commissioned officer of the Fourth Corps, I can only be responsible for General Wallace's orders in the military sequence."

The guards who looked older on the other side of the gate had already felt something was wrong and walked up.

Roger suddenly turned around and looked at the elderly guard and said lightly: "As the highest commander of the Western Front, I have the right to execute any soldier who left his post on the spot. Now, go back to your post."

Under Roger's gaze, the elderly guard suddenly felt a chill, and it was like a cold and smooth snake climbing on his back. The two moustaches on his lips jumped a few times, and finally returned to his whistle.

Roger smiled, looked at the young guard and said, "I order you now and let us in."

The guard finally realized that the situation was a little unfavorable. Under the fat man's smile, his face gradually became pale, and fine beads of sweat oozing out of his high forehead, but he still insisted: "Only by General Wallace's permission..."

"It's OK." Roger interrupted him with a smile and asked, "What's your name, serial number?"

The guard saluted a military salute and said loudly: "Walde, the non-commissioned officer of the Fourth Heavy Corps Guard Regiment!"

Roger nodded and said, "Valde, what is the 11th general rule of the Imperial Military Code? Can you recite it?"

"Imperial soldiers should unconditionally execute orders from superiors. Those who refuse to execute orders from superiors shall be punished according to military rules." The fine sweat beads on Wald's forehead finally condensed into cold sweat. He knew very well the meaning of the words "regarding according to military rules". The Imperial military law is harsh. As long as you bring the two words "regarding" and it is probably a death sentence.

And Macbeth's left hand, which was shining with a faint flame, was still spotless.

All this happened so quickly. Not only Mei, but all the officers and soldiers from the gate to the main building did not respond for a moment, staring blankly at Macbeth's left hand.

An exclaim came from a tall tower in the distance!

Macbeth snorted, and a golden light lit up in his eyes. He did not see any movement. A sentry in the tower screamed, as if he was being grabbed by an invisible hand, and flew towards Macbeth in the air.

Roger said again: "Master Macbeth! You cannot let these pagans understand your supreme power and glory in this way. You have to reduce the difficulty of your skills a little, and take some small measures, such as completely destroying the tower. The greater the momentum, the better the effect..."

So, a golden magic circle with flames suddenly floated under Macbeth's feet. At the same time, a deep roar came from the air, and dark gray dust emerged from the arrow holes of the tower's doors and windows and even all the gaps, covering the entire building. Then, an invisible shock wave passed through the entire legion headquarters. In a series of bangs, all the glass windows were shattered!

The smoke and dust gradually became thinner and dissipated. It turned out to be blank. The tower that was originally built on the corner of the castle's exterior wall and was more than ten meters above the exterior wall had quietly disappeared. Only a few sentries who were supposed to be standing in the tower stood blankly on the top of the wide exterior wall, looking around in a daze, for some reason, the magnificent tower suddenly disappeared. However, they were unscathed.

What does it mean to be able to destroy a tower in an instant while preserving the lives of the fragile human warriors in it?

Amid a harsh squeak, Wallace's sterling silver wine glass, which had a history of 1,300 years, was moaning and twisting. But Wallace had no idea that his favorite wine glass had been completely destroyed. He just stood in front of the window, looking at Macbeth with a pale face, and looking at the murderer floating in the air and unable to move.

Wallace suddenly turned around, pulled the adjutant beside him, lifted his collar and lifted it up hard, almost roaring and shouting: "Damn it! That's Oliver! Didn't you say that you have sent away Lord Frederick's wife and the young lady? Why is Oliver still here!"

The adjutant was half a head shorter than Wallace. Under the fury of the commander, he had to tiptoe to avoid suffocation. He also tried his best to answer the question: "I... clearly watched their convoy leave! This... Young Master Oliver must have run back secretly."

Wallace's hair and beard were wide open, and he glared at the adjutant who was lifted away from the ground, trembling with anger. After a while, he pushed the adjutant to the ground and said word by word: "Jaojin, you'd better not play tricks behind me! Young Master Oliver came back secretly? When he came back secretly, he would steal a whole set of armor, would walk on the post, and would give him a heavy crossbow?! I tell you, if something happened to him, don't blame me for not remembering the old love for ten years, so that you can live a life or death in the rest of your life!"

After saying that, Wallace went out like a gust of wind, and his huge roar quickly went down the stairs: "Guards! Come out with me! Arrange in line to welcome Lord Roger!"

Adjutant Hua Jin stood in the empty and dark room, smiled coldly, and slowly tidied up his wrinkled top.

After a while, everyone had already sat down in the largest conference room at the Legion headquarters.

Macbeth, with a blank expression, sat high in the center, and Oliver, who was trying to assassinate Roger, floated behind him. This was a very handsome young man, with a little childishness on his face, and a golden chain of light wrapped around him, like a physical body, nailing him in the air and unable to move. He looked a little frightened, but when his eyes fell on Roger, the fright turned into extreme anger.

The generals of the "Tide" Legion are not unfamiliar with magic. At least they recognize that the golden chains that bind Oliver are Yixu shackles. However, this magic has always been used to bind the dead, but Macbeth can actually use it to bind ordinary humans! In Macbeth's hands, magic has surpassed the scope well-known to ordinary people.

Macbeth's eyes closed slightly, as if he didn't care about the outside world. From entering the door to sitting here, he clearly felt that the eyes of people who were secretly betting had changed from contempt to respect, fear, and even reverence.

Macbeth felt this change with his heart, and thoughtful.

"There is no room for compatibility before the Imperial military rules. The felony crime of assassinating the Imperial Prince and the Supreme Commander of the Front Line can only be the death penalty. General Wallace, you should know this better than me." Roger said coldly.

The more than ten generals sitting next to Wallace were in an uproar. If it weren't for the power of Macbeth, someone would have rushed up long ago.

Wallace slapped the table heavily and roared to the left and right: "Shut up!"

After the generals calmed down, Wallace said slowly: "Lord Roger has led the army for many years. I believe that we soldiers who have been soldiers for the past generations are in a sense. To be honest, Oliver is the youngest son of Lord Frederick. In your opinion, how should this matter be handled?"

Roger said lightly: "Everything is implemented according to the Imperial Military Rules. Convene a special court, rule the assassination charges, and execute the ruling, that's it."

Wallace pondered for a moment and said, "Okay! Just do as Lord Roger wants."

Mei, who was standing behind Roger, suddenly interrupted: "Mr. Roger, even according to the Imperial Military Rules, I cannot completely determine that Oliver intends to assassinate you."

Roger raised his head and said coldly to Mei: "Here, I am the only person who has the right to interpret the Imperial Military Rules. Major, if you speak randomly without permission, then I will punish you on the charge of disrespecting the superior!"

Mei's face changed, she took a step back silently, and stopped making any more noise.

According to the imperial military rules, disrespectful officials should be punished with whipping in public. For Mei, the power of this punishment is unquestionable.

Wallace said again: "Does Lord Roger have any other requirements?"

Roger was slightly stunned. Wallace, who looked very rough, turned out to be not simple either. He never mentioned Oliver's affairs, and was not motivated by the passionate emotions of his generals, and refused to give himself even a little more of a handle.

Roger said: "Prepare a residence for Lord Macbeth, and I don't want any obstacles when I accompany Lord Macbeth to visit Silde City. That's all."

Wallace waved his hand and called an old general in charge of the Military Control Commission and ordered: "Find out the best private house in the city! No matter who the owner is, tell him that the house was requisitioned by the Legion. Also, move out all the things in my office, which will be Lord Roger's office in the future..."

Roger shook his head and interrupted Wallace: "General, there is no need to prepare an office for me. You can fight the war on the Western Front as much as you want. I will not interfere for the time being. As for how the troops of both sides cooperate, please discuss with my generals directly, I will relax."

Wallace was stunned. This time, he really didn't understand what Rogue meant.

Roger looked at Oliver and said, "As for this young and brave Mr. Oliver, no matter how special his identity is, he must be tried by the Imperial Military Special Court. General Wallace, I will hand him over to you now. However, such a serious offender must be strictly guarded. I want to double the guards at least. General, if Mr. Oliver escapes, then all the guardians in the prison will be handled according to military rules! As for the time to convene the special court, I think it will be decided in seven days."

The golden chains wrapped around Oliver turned into bits of light, and the invisible force field that bound him quietly disappeared. Oliver, who was pale, slowly fell to the ground, and his young face was still full of hatred.

Macbeth and Androni stood up and followed Roger out. As soon as Roger reached the door, he suddenly patted his head and turned around and said, "Ah! I almost forgot that Wald, the non-commissioned officer who was standing guard at the gate, refused to execute my order and immediately put him in prison! He will be executed tomorrow morning. As for the order procedures, Mei, please help me draw it and send it to my residence to sign later."

Wallace led the generals to send Roger out of the Legion headquarters. He stood outside the gate until Roger and the other two disappeared, and then slowly turned around.

Behind him were dozens of generals with gloomy faces.

Although the sunset was still warmly stroking Silde City, the generals seemed to be dark around them, and the wind whistling through the streets was particularly cold. Wallace's eyes fell on a gray-haired veteran general, and asked slowly: "How many guards should one of our prisons be equipped with?"

"Even the prison officers, there should be 76 people in total." The old general's voice was very dry.

"Two times the guards are one hundred and fifty-two people..." Wallace murmured, and he suddenly raised his voice and asked, "Can we find one hundred and fifty-two warriors willing to sacrifice for Lord Frederick?!"

"We have 30,000 soldiers who are willing to sacrifice!" The old general was excited and replied proudly.

"Thirty thousand?" Wallace thought a little self-deprecatingly. He looked around and felt that the conference room and the entire city of Silde were shrouded in a huge shadow. In the sky, Macbeth's cold face seemed to be looking down at him.

"Dear Lord Macbeth, this is the despicable character of human beings who are tempted by the incest. Their attitude towards you actually directly reflects their hearts' evaluation of you. Taking these believers of the goddess of nature as an example, they looked down on me and even did not prepare me for an office..." Roger was visiting Macbeth in the downtown area while communicating with him with spiritual fluctuations.

Androni followed them silently as usual.

Macbeth nodded slightly. He suddenly remembered the different attitudes of the Church of Light to treat him and Achilles since the arrival of the Pope, and he couldn't help but feel anger in his heart.

He, Macbeth, is the powerful angel who has served Yi Xu for thousands of years and has been given glory to the four wings.

And what about Achilles? The light angels were created by Tirathimis. They have not even been able to enter the official angel sequence. They are just fighting machines and dolls of the main god! And how can the divine nature of Tirathimis be compared with Fryan Mill?

Since we came to this world, there are only two people who truly respect and admire Macbeth before everything exists.

One is Katherine and the other is Roger.

Macbeth took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it. His subtle movement naturally did not escape Roger's eyes.

Thousand miles of wasteland, the top of the lonely peak.

Feng Yue sat alone on the long handle of the God of Death Scythe, her slender feet swung around, allowing the surging clouds to touch her skin.

The silver eyes looked quietly ahead. Under the blue sky ahead, there seemed to be a pair of bright red eyes, also staring at her quietly.

The sea of ​​clouds under the wind and moon surged, and Gregory's huge body floated out, and habitually stopped behind Feng Yue.

"Master! I have sent Ston to Moonlight Dragon City. Silver Dragon King Cranio agreed to treat him with the last little pool water in the dragon pool. However... she herself doesn't know whether such a small pool water can cure Ston's injuries."

Feng Yue responded lightly, still quietly looking at the sky ahead.

Gregory knew that the master was in a bad mood now and was not a good opportunity to play, so he chose to hang quietly in the sky. It looked forward boredly along Feng Yue's gaze, and was immediately shocked, even the dragon scales behind his neck were raised!

Gregory wanted to escape on the spot, but his soul was overwhelming with fear of Feng Yue, so he could only choose to tremble in place. Under endless fear, Gregory only felt a burst of darkness in front of him and his body became heavier and heavier. If it weren't for the sudden thunder of purple lightning in the sky that hit its head, Gregory would have probably become the first sacred dragon in history to be scared to death.

Not far ahead of Fengyue, Achilles, with bald head, black robe and bright red eyes, was walking out of the void. He raised his hands with a smile that was enough to charm the lives of the world. The bright red light on the tips of his fingers shuttled and intertwine into a fine net, and a red cloud suddenly rose in front of him.

Feng Yue was still sitting on the Death Scythe and staring at Achilles.

Achilles in the sky danced gracefully as if he had not found the existence of the wind and moon at all. The red clouds were pulled by him, surging and wrapped around his peerless figure, and the sliver of the tuxedo stretched around in the wild whirlpool, like the dazzling gesture of the Arna dancer. In the bright red of the sky, the hands of the real dancer split and merged, conveying an indelible rhythm. Two bright lights bloomed in the palm of the palm and turned into thousands of threads of bright red silk threads that scattered from the top of his head, just like the Milky Way of Blood that stretched across the night sky, praising the dancer to the earth.

Gregory suddenly felt that everything he saw looked very familiar. It thought for a moment and finally realized that at the beginning of the decisive battle on the sea of ​​clouds that day, Achilles also made the same move. The Achilles in front of him was just a replay of the scene that day.

Putting aside Achilles' unmeasurable power, his fighting posture is undoubtedly a dance that fascinates all living beings.
To be continued...