Long Ji came over and stroked his back, and the Rose Knight smiled bitterly and said: "There are several possibilities for this task, and there are more branches due to the different choices the room chief may make.
Assuming that Her Majesty the Queen and the pursuers arrive at Sukasa Canyon on April 26, first, we can attack Her Majesty the Queen and the royal escort, allowing the Zavi Empire to achieve its goal and the mission is completed;
Second, we can attack the Zhawi Empire army, delay it until April 27, and return to Cherry Crossing before the ferry sets sail. The mission is completed.
And if the royal family only showed up on April 27, everything would be different.
In addition, don’t forget that the second faction of royalist forces will also be involved, adding more variables to the incident. In any case, under every assumption, the possibility of the Pitchfork team being destroyed is greater than the possibility of returning safely.
Much higher.—This is our tomorrow.”
"No, no, no, it's not that simple." Jonah frowned tightly, "The content of the prophecy is that a huge disaster will occur in Cherry Crossing on April 26th, which is tomorrow. If I guessed correctly, the gold and iron
The hammer will arrive tomorrow."
Elliot seemed a little hesitant: "Mr. Chopp once said that Isaacios was a little afraid of Dad, and that the Zawi Empire intended to expel the Colombo people and build a new port near Cherry Ferry. If they were not forced to do so, they would not
Attack Cherry Ferry. Moreover, Mr. W will not stand idly by."
"Okay, you two. Don't think about it anymore. If fate is destined, no matter what you do, it is fate's arrangement. We can't change fate, so just welcome it calmly." Long Ji stood up and walked towards the two of them.
Between, say.
"Calm? If fate cannot be changed, what is the use of the prophecy? Is the betrayer Segres choosing me as the bearer of the prophecy just to let me witness one disaster after another?" Jonah looked a little excited.
Long Ji stared at him with dark and deep eyes and said: "That is your own choice. You can run away far away and throw these yellowed papers into the brazier. No, it is your choice to witness everything."
Jonah took two deep breaths, stretched out his hand to press the remaining pages of the unknown book in his inner pocket: "I believe I can change something."
"Well, how about changing my destiny? Help me escape this endless curse, okay?" Long Ji opened her eyes wide.
"...Your destiny..." At this moment, Jonah saw so much helplessness, panic, anger and sadness in those dark pupils, betrayal after betrayal, disappointment after disappointment, night after night.
Longing for her, sorrow one after another, all kinds of emotions intertwined together to form a spider web of tragic fate. At one end of the web, there was the vague back of a man. At the other end of the web, there was a pair of Long Ji Xuan's weeping eyes.
Eye.
"Long Ji, I..." Jonah wanted to do something. He wanted to stretch out his arms and put the weak and helpless woman into his arms, but he tried again and again, only to raise his pale hands and touch Long Ji with his fingertips.
His arms are still a hug away.
"It's night, go to bed early."
Long Ji turned her head, left a good night, and walked out of the empty doorway. Her silver hair accessories flashed in the night, making the night darker.
Jonah lowered his head in regret and covered his cheeks. The unicorn put its head close to his neck, its hot breath tickling his ears. Jonah knew that Elliot was trying to comfort him.
"I'm fine, Eli." He lowered his head and said, "I know, I said the wrong thing."
Rose Knight whispered: "Miss Long Ji is a very strong warrior. She will be fine. I hope she will have the courage to tell you her story. Before this, we have never seen Miss Long Ji with
A man so close. You are different, Lord Jonah."
Jonah shook his head and said nothing.
The room became quiet.
Ye Kong has been standing in the corner, holding the famous sword Buddha Ya in a red leather sheath, not knowing what he is thinking.
The brazier in the center of the room crackled, and the firewood exploded into small sparks in the basin.
"Sir Jonah, you once asked us about Miss Sibi's past. If you don't mind, we can tell you now." Elliot took the initiative to speak, breaking the silence.
"Oh? Of course I don't mind, Eli." Jonah raised his head. Everyone has an unknown past, and the secret of the little grasshopper particularly made Jonah wary, especially since she and Mr. W were incompatible.
of hatred.
"Speaking of Mr. W..."
"Mr. W is Miss Sibi's father." Rose Knight said.
Jonah was stunned.
"Your Excellency Jonah may have noticed that Mr. W has white curly hair, which is not a common hair color among people in the Western Continent. In fact, there is a little secret hidden under the wide-brimmed hat he wears all year round. Mr. W
The ears are long and pointed."
Jonah's lips moved and he uttered a word silently.
"Yes, the Northern Elf." Rose Knight affirmed. "He is a visitor from the far northern continent, that extremely cold country covered with ice and snow all year round. He is a noble northern elf."
Jonah couldn't help but think of a few words mentioned in "Geographic Survey of the Western Continent".
Northern elves are ancient residents of the northern continent, with pure blood, splendid culture and long life. Throughout the history of civilization in the world, northern elves have created brilliant achievements in the fields of architecture, music, literature and crafts.
They lived peacefully in the ice and snow of the north until an earth-shattering disaster occurred a hundred years ago. The volcanic eruption and subsequent earthquakes almost destroyed the geographical structure of the entire northern continent. The northern continent was cut into five pieces of various sizes by the rift valley.
The floating islands are still covered in ice and snow in some places, while others have turned into hells of flowing lava.
Many northern elven tribes lost their homes. It was also from that time that some northern elves left their hometowns and went to other continents to find new settlements. This disaster, known as the "Dawn of the Second Age", was the first step in the new calendar of the northern elves.
The first year of the year.
"Well, then Sibi, she is too..." Thinking of this, Jonah couldn't help but stutter a little.
"She is the child of humans and northern elves: a half-elf." Rose Knight said, "The story begins fifty years ago."
In the autumn of 2265 of the Universal Calendar, the manor located in the western province of Bazeral, Alivia, ushered in a good harvest. This large manor named Dewey Bluegrass was owned by the Crown Prince Dewey Sutherland, who had not yet succeeded to the throne.
In the Duke's fiefdom, the manor owner's name is Javeriel. He has a virtuous wife and a daughter who has just grown up. He oversees 4,000 acres of tobacco and spice fields and has 200 farmers and hired workers. He is a happy and generous old man.
This year the manor has a rare bumper harvest. Golden tobacco leaves are piled in every warehouse. The top-quality tobacco given to the Duke of Sutherland has been cured and put into silver-plated gift boxes, arriving from all over the country.
The merchants were driving the empty carriage halfway, and the farmers piled up the tobacco leaves that could not be loaded into the warehouse in the square in front of the manor castle, enjoying them to their heart's content. Countless burning pipes sent the aroma into the clear blue sky.
Javier was talking to his wife in the study, discussing the issue of hiring a swordsmanship teacher for his daughter. Her daughter had just turned 18 and was already an independent girl. She was not satisfied with riding horses and hunting all day long. She wanted to make noises like a man every day.
Learning the art of fencing gave Javelil a bit of a headache.
"Okay, but we must find a reliable teacher." At the end of the conversation, Javelil made a decision.
Mrs. Javillier suggested: "My brother wrote a letter a few days ago saying that he met an outstanding swordsman in the royal city and wanted to recommend him to us as the head guard. I haven't replied to him yet. Why don't we reply to him and say that we want to hire that person?"
The swordsman is Daniela's swordsmanship teacher, and his salary is the same as that of the guard chief. What do you think?"
Javier nodded: "Let's do it."
The door to the study room opened, and Daniela ran in with a rush, her wheat-colored hair raised in the air, and her big green eyes full of smiles: "I heard it, Dad, Mom, thank you!"
Javelil said with a serious face: "Just don't cause trouble."
"Of course. I love you, Dad!" Daniela jumped up and hugged old Javelil's neck, pressing her lips on her father's face.
The Javilliers looked at each other and smiled, maybe this decision was the right one? They thought.
A month later, the golden tobacco cloud that shrouded the Dewey Bluegrass Manor had just dissipated, and the swordsman who came by carriage from the royal city saw Mr. and Mrs. Avril at the dining table.
The couple's first impression of the swordsman was very good. This tall young man wearing a wide-brimmed hat and unusual gray-white hair was polite and knew all the subtle aristocratic etiquette better than the old butler. Even looking at him
Cutting food with a knife and fork is a pleasure.
After lunch, the swordsman drew out his light sword and had a simple sparring session with the guard captain. Looking at the gloomy expression on the guard captain's face, Javelil knew that this young man was a real master.
"So, what's your name?" Javelier asked after deciding to hire him.
"Wolstad, sir. My full name is very long. Please just call me Volsta. It means 'blue bird' in my native language." The young man replied respectfully.
The first meeting between Volsta and Daniela was not as pleasant as they expected. Daniela was too competitive and wanted to defeat her swordsmanship teacher in the first round of the sword test, while Beiguo, who was proficient in music and swordsmanship,
The visitor didn't quite understand the psychology of an 18-year-old girl, so he knocked the sword in Daniela's hand to the ground again and again.
"You're a bastard, Volstar!" Daniela threw the sword to the ground viciously.
"I'm sorry." The northern elf opened his eyes wide, not knowing what he had done wrong.