Blood of Mercury

A pitch-black gale swept through, neither the sun nor the hour.

In terms of outside time, it should be night now. Since the afternoon, the black wind has become the breath of Del Ramos. It hasn't been a long time until now, and everyone's sense of time has not been completely blurred, at least they feel sleepy when they feel sleepy.

There was a long breathing sound from Claudia's carriage. The mountain dancer shield dancer from Fararo lay quietly on her carriage, put the shield beside her, bent one of her legs, and raised her right hand. Holding the freshly roasted dry food, chewing one bite after another.

Kluveen accepted Roland's suggestion: for the convenience of the guards, the carriage and the horses were gathered together. Everyone in the convoy did not set up tents. Replacing all mana with sleep spells will allow most people to get a better quality of rest in a short amount of time.

Kluwyen was vigilant on the roof of the carriage - the light in the dark jungle was okay, and even if there was a dark wind, Kluwyen could barely see everyone from above.

That's to guard against the specter's surprise attack.

The tent is too fragile. With the claws of the shadow creatures, tearing open their tents doesn't require a second stroke. Before, there was an alternate vigil between Macken and Kluveen, and even if a glimpse came, the two of them could easily solve it.

However, now that Macken was injured and comatose, only Kluveen in this team has experience of vigil. Even he couldn't guarantee that he would still have enough energy around three or four in the morning.

It would be bad if the horse was killed by the shadow when Kluveen went to save the people. Now they've just got deep into the stubborn oaks, and it'll take days to move forward or back out.

But as Markan said, when he came, he asked the wizard to predict, and this year's snow season is almost here.

Kluveen's chewing movement paused for a while, he wiped his nose with greasy fingers, and a little irritability appeared in his small round eyes.

In case they haven't gone out in the snow season...

He didn't dare to think about the result.

Just when he was still thinking about his plan to travel tomorrow, a slender figure wrapped in a black robe turned up dexterously and silently, hardly making a sound.

"Is the surgery done?"

Before anyone could speak, Kluveen said lightly.

"Well, it was a success." The man took two steps on top of the not-so-big carriage, then sat gently beside Kluveen and took off his hood.

It was Roland.

Lying on the roof of the car, Kluveen squinted at the dark-haired youth's delicate face, and suddenly laughed: "No matter how you look at it, it's pretty."

Roland smiled, noncommittal.

"But, to be honest, I kind of regret saving you back. You have too many problems."

Kluveen's expression at night was completely different from that during the day, indifferent and fierce. In Roland's view, it is like the difference between a husky and a wolf before.

"You have a lot of problems," Roland replied indifferently, "I confirmed after waking up that you didn't take off my clothes, and the only places with palm prints on my body are my shoulders and back... Maybe I'm afraid I really Girl, wake up and get angry and kill you. And you can identify my gender just by touching my shoulder and back with your hand...I don't remember the military recruiting such 'experienced' men."

"You sure know."

When he was exposed to the fact that he was in the military, Kluveen laughed.

"I'm Druid."

"Duid... If I'm not mistaken, the profession of Druid has a special meaning in Caral, right?" Kluvien pondered for a while and asked.

"You really want to know?"

Roland asked with a smile.

"...Sorry, can you please stop looking at me like this, your expression is too seductive. Well, no kidding, I mean I really want to know. Please tell me."

Roland weaved the language, and then explained: "Duide's status in Caral is even higher than that of the district bishop of Titan and the royal scholar. Duide has held nearly all human beings in the past five hundred years. Wisdom. Whether it's isolated copies of various books, lost poems and legends, or strategic knowledge, not even the White Tower has more knowledge than Doid - only a hundred to know the history of Kalar for many years."

"The inheritor of knowledge..." Kluveen nodded clearly, "but that doesn't explain your status."

"The rest is just pure strength."

Roland said lightly: "Duiide's requirements are very high. To become Duidee, you need at least an extremely smart head and no less than 20 years of systematic study. The content of learning includes but is not limited to geography, poetry, religion, Martial arts, witchcraft, dance, music, secret news, assassination, camouflage, military command and government affairs. Because of the personal guidance of masters in various fields within the Druid sect, a mature Druid can perform better than ordinary people anywhere. Professionals are even more capable.”

"Is this the reason why Archduke Caral dares to exercise religious control..."

Kluveen took a deep breath.

He has worked as a small boss in the city of wealth, and he has some experience as a manager. Of course he knew that just such an all-round talent was invaluable, let alone an organization that produced such talent in large numbers.

"Confidence...? Oh, in fact, the real reason is that the Druid sect signed the Millennium Agreement with the former Grand Duke of Caral. In the millennium, the Druid will serve Caral, and Caral will do his best to drive out the domestic nearly All the temples. What gave the Grand Duke such confidence was Duide's miraculous record."

"The March War..."

Kluveen seemed to realize something, widened his eyes and muttered.

"Yes, the March War. Ten years ago in March - Banza and Kalar went to war. However, on the second day after Banza's army was launched, the fortresses all over Banza silently opened their doors, and then for some reason. The Hyena Legion that appeared there killed it. That's right, the Legion you belong to now, even though you may not have enlisted at the time."

Roland supported his body with his hands, leaned back as much as possible, and said softly, "The thirty-five Duide who infiltrated the enemy army paid three of their lives to assassinate a squad of fourteen people in three fortress points. The high level of the Sa army destroyed the defense equipment and opened the gate. Another legion led by Duide, the Hyena Legion, broke in directly and openly, and occupied the command center of the enemy army three times."

"They used the enemy's command center to issue erroneous orders to induce Banza's forces to be dispersed and fall into the siege of the main Caral army and the ambush of deadly traps. The war lasted only three days, and the Principality of Caral was killed by a At the cost of more than 13,000 people, Banza's army of 140,000 was completely wiped out, creating the greatest military miracle in a hundred years. Banza has only just recovered.

"The most critical part of that war was the miraculous commanding ability of the Caral military. Because as long as it is within a certain range, the minds of the druids can communicate with each other. Each legion brings a druid, There will be no delay or error in the overall command and sharing of intelligence, just as an invisible hand controls the direction of the entire legion from the sky. It is the Duid of Caral who has achieved such a command miracle."

"But...I've never heard of..."

Kluveen almost groaned.

"Of course you won't hear it. Because the name of Duide has been replaced by other titles," Roland smiled wickedly, "such as general, mayor, secretary and so on. Since a long time ago , More than 90% of Caral's command structures from top to bottom have been replaced by Druid, including your legion commanders and instructors."

"You, you are thieves..."

Kluveen's eyes almost popped out. He turned around abruptly and looked at Roland who naughty put his finger in front of him and ditched, as if he saw the reflection of a country in his rare pure black eyes.

"Perhaps. That's why Druid is so prominent in Caral."

Roland pretended to sigh: "I just said you wouldn't want to know."

"...Lord Khan is on top, will I be silenced?"

"you guess?"

"I guess not. Because Kluwyen's people are as reliable as his figure, and he will definitely become Lord Kluwyen in the future."

Kluveen said half-jokingly.

"Reliable? Reliability as a soldier or reliability as a man?"

"It's all the same - it's a pity that you can't understand the latter one."

The mountain folk's vulgar jokes made Kluveen laugh.

After about a few seconds, he stopped, sat up, and turned to look at Roland: "It was a pleasure chatting with you, I can feel that you are not a bad person. Actually, I'm sorry, I had doubts for a while. past you."

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Roland glanced at him, then closed his eyes and said softly.

"you know?"

Instead, Kluveen looked shocked.

"It's nothing more than an over-understanding of Pterodactyl... Many people have doubted Duide because of this kind of thing. So, knowing too much is not necessarily good."

Roland closed his eyes and his voice became smaller and smaller, as if he was asleep.

Kluveen was embarrassed to disturb his sleep, so he took a bite of the dry food and continued to keep vigil.

He also doesn't know what Roland is doing here - it's a convention that a profession like Roland can enjoy rest in the best environment in order to ensure sufficient energy, and it is even more unrelated to the work of night watch.

There is absolutely no need for this kid to come up and blow the air with him.

So he turned to look at Roland's expression, but saw a faint smile on the corner of Roland's mouth.

Kluveen couldn't help but startled.

"Luna..."

Kluveen muttered.

The moment he saw the smile at the corner of Roland's mouth, his daughter's voice and smile flashed across his mind.

Then his eyes darkened. As if to cover up something, Kluveen turned his head and scolded with a very low voice: "This kid, his mother's asleep makes me want to go to bed."

While speaking, the corners of his eyes were slightly moist, and his voice was choked up.

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