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The peaceful morning in Leiden City was broken by the cry of a gryphon.

After working all night, Horace had to get up from the bed after not lying down for long.

That's a gryphon.

It is the species engraved on the coat of arms of the Kingdom of Algrant, representing the will of His Majesty the King.

On the mainland, generally speaking, messaging is divided into several levels.

Not to mention personal messages, large amounts of mail are often collected by accompanying caravans and then forwarded to the next city, and the process continues.

This method seems convenient, but in fact it is troublesome and may cause lost items.

Considering that the literacy rate of the people is low, it is unlikely that they would pick up a pen to write. In fact, this type of letter is used by the least number of people.

Most of them still ask someone to deliver a message, or they ask someone specifically to send letters.

And further up, there are differences.

One still follows the original method, with dedicated people and dedicated horses, changing horses without changing people along the way until the cavalry can no longer hold on.

The other way is to use extraordinary means, such as the Star Tower's psychic letters, to send information from other planes such as the dream world or shadow world.

Relatively speaking, the speed will definitely be much higher, but the corresponding cost will be much higher, and the coordinate issue will also have to be considered.

The reason why Sartre and the others can send psychic letters anywhere is simply because the anchor point of the Tower of Stars is eye-catching enough.

With the assistance of psychic powder, Sartre and Siosande were able to easily locate the Star Tower.

However, there are only a few behemoths like the Star Tower, and it is impossible for the kingdom to move the Star Tower to the royal capital.

To this end, the solution for the Kingdom of Algrant is very simple: raise a group of griffins.

As an extraordinary magical beast that can possess silver-level combat power as an adult, the gryphon itself has endurance far beyond that of ordinary war horses. In addition, it has the head of a bird and the body of a lion, with wings growing from its ribs, allowing it to soar into the sky.

As long as you can carefully avoid certain special boundaries, you can almost ignore the terrain.

Compared with raising war horses, this cost is undoubtedly much higher, but correspondingly, the message transmission will be much faster.

With a face full of exhaustion, Horace personally met the knight who had traveled a long distance and watched him take out the parchment scroll from his arms.

After carefully checking that the fire paint and the kingdom's emblem were not damaged, Horace glanced at the tired and almost shaky knight and unfolded the scroll.

This is a sheepskin scroll dyed with a special dye. It is dark black and can vaguely refract different light according to different angles.

Black represents extremely urgent military information, and its priority is second only to the bloody scroll of a country that is about to be destroyed.

Materials, dyes, emblems, fire paint.

Determine the authenticity of this information from different angles.

However, such a piece of information, which someone traveled thousands of miles on a gryphon and sent a special person to forward, only contained a few short sentences.

"On the east coast, the Sea Tribe invaded and Pearl Harbor fell. Tell Tu Antivan."

At the bottom, there is a griffin mark with a crown and a sword in its claws.

That represents His Majesty's autograph.

The soft sheepskin scroll silently absorbed Horace's grasp and made no sound.

After only brooding for a moment, Horace, who had an ugly face, calmed down.

His face changes so quickly that it only makes people feel blurry in front of their eyes, and they wonder if they have some kind of illusion.

"Well done, have a good rest."

Horace said to the knight, forcing a smile on his face.

The griffin knight nodded slightly, and then a dedicated servant led him back.

Horace ignored the aristocratic etiquette, turned around and rushed into the study. After a few breaths, he pushed the door open and walked out, his face a little gloomy.

Military intelligence has always required appropriate wording and precision, and cannot compare to those chivalric novels that use garish words.

Since it is the "Fall of Pearl Harbor", it means...

This is a war!

The chaos in the Sea Clan that had been small and small in the past few years had finally grown in size quietly.

Holding the scroll in one hand, Horace ran towards Tuantivan's residence, his heart flashing again, and he couldn't help but sigh.

The Western Expedition plan may not be carried out completely.

Even if the Kingdom of Algrant has a great cause, it is not enough to support a two-front war.

In the westward expedition to Badibila, although there were not many large-scale enemies, at most they encountered many magical beasts and evil beasts, including a small number of cultists and lawless fanatics.

But the biggest cost of the western expedition to Badibila was the rule after the occupation. Just to dispel the cult atmosphere contained in the land would require the entire kingdom to invest massive resources.

Moreover, there is no return on this investment in a short period of time. Only by waiting for another three to five years or even ten years can we reap the rewards from Badibila.

Horace even felt based on his own experience that he would have to wait until Algrant IV came to power before Badibila could truly become part of the Algrant Kingdom.

only……

Now that a war has broken out on the Eastern Front, according to His Majesty's temperament, I'm afraid he will turn his attention eastward...

Waiting for the next Western Expedition, I'm afraid...

Horace narrowed his eyes.

The position of city lord that he had worked so hard to win did not seem to be what he imagined at all.

What kind of fat difference is this?

It is simply a piece of red-hot black coal!

This time the parchment scroll has announced the failure of Horace's investment to some extent.

In a sense, it also means that the Saugetos family will not get this precious opportunity.

With this thought in mind, Horace finally arrived at Tu Antivan's residence, and happened to meet Andem pushing Tu Antiwan.

"Master Tuantivan, here is a copy for you, sent by the Griffin Knight."

Horace raised the sheepskin scroll in his hand to indicate that he had opened it, and then handed it to Tu Antiwan.

This is where the intriguing part lies.

I don’t know if it was an oversight on the part of the writer, but the object was not specified on this parchment scroll.

Looking at the dark sheepskin scroll, Andem couldn't help but feel nervous and subconsciously wanted to take a look.

He is most familiar with the teacher's character. Even if this information is to be handed over to the teacher, he can still take a sneak peek under the teacher's nose.

The teacher will not blame you.

But, this time, he didn't see anything.

A gray mist covered the parchment scroll, and for a moment, Andem could not see anything.

He was startled and couldn't help but whispered: "Teacher..."

"Go find Sartre and Aaron, Andem."

Tu Antivan did not respond to Andem, but changed the subject. He glanced at Horace with his cloudy eyes and nodded slightly to Horace: "Horace, you know what you should do. .”

It was only at this moment that Horace truly understood the pressure of a powerful person.

His mind went blank, and he nodded subconsciously.

But by the time he reacted, Andem had already pushed Tu Antiwan away.

Only him with flashing eyes was left.

…

Last night, Sartre and Siosande spent the night in the manor.

After vaguely guessing Aaron's "true identity", the attitudes of both of them changed subtly.

Although Siosande still looked cold, at least the expression on his face softened a lot.

And Sartre's attitude is even more intriguing.

Despite Siosande's deliberate reminders several times, he calmly changed the topic and dragged the conversation until midnight, even after the Leiden City curfew.

Right now, incidents have broken out in Layden City one after another during this period, so the curfew is extremely strict.

In the past, the west city gate facing Badibila might still be open all night, but now, as soon as the time comes, the city gate is immediately closed.

Horace, who was currently short of manpower, really couldn't find more people to maintain the city gate defense and screening work at night.

Opening the city gate wide in the middle of the night means that cultists may sneak in under the cover of darkness, which also means that the number of people responsible for patrolling the city gate must be increased.

It would be better to cut it across the board and only allow the doors to be opened during the day.

Originally, Horace thought that this curfew might be just a temporary measure and could only last for a short time.

But, today, when this black sheepskin scroll fell into his hands, the relevant strategies had to be changed.

Nowadays, Leiden City must seek stability and ensure nothing goes wrong.

And of course, Horace was not the only one affected by this parchment scroll.

"Get ready, we're leaving here."

Early in the morning, Andem had already knocked on the door of Albert Manor for Tu Antiwan and said this to the confused Aaron.

With the teacher's current condition, just reaching the east coast would be difficult.

Moreover, judging from the teacher's tone, it seems that the situation is far from as optimistic as he said.

Why is there such a rush for teachers to head to the East Coast?

Is there really no one left in the Kingdom of Algrant?

It can be imagined that As a student, Andem was not in a good mood, and his tone was extremely rude.

Tu Antivan added: "If we are going to the east coast, Lord Horace will prepare special griffons for us and we will set off immediately."

Aaron didn't react for a moment, but Ron's figure appeared in his mind.

It seems that Ron is from the East Coast?

It seems that Tuantivan has acquiesced that Aaron has accepted certain conditions.

Aaron couldn't help but ask: "What agreement was reached between you and Tu Antiwan?"

"It's not an agreement, it's just a tacit understanding. Gad told me part of Tu Antivan's plan. He needs help, you need it, and he needs mine. It's that simple."

"But...he didn't seem to say anything?"

"Because there are some things that cannot be said, kid." Ruosiqia chuckled, "You know, there are so many ways to know easily in this world..."

"So what do I need to do?"

"Follow him, it's that simple. Besides, if I guess correctly, he will have a way to temporarily solve the trouble of that Northland boy."

Mentioning this matter, Ruosiqia's tone was a little strange.

"It's just that if I follow him, the matter about the Hanging Sword and Agrant III..."

This matter has always been stuck in Aaron's throat like a sharp thorn, which really makes him fearful.

"It should be fine for the time being." Ruosiqia had already expected that Aaron would have such questions, and said casually: "Don't forget, the investigator of the Hanging Sword, Ron..."

At present, only a few people know the information about Ron's bloodbath of the Hanging Sword.

It is also because Ruosiqia is now a soul body and is extremely sensitive to breath. In addition, Ron has been walking with Aaron for a long time, so he can make some discoveries.

In the eyes of others, it is extremely difficult to find Ron's aura among the intertwined auras between the cult aura and the Hanging Sword.

Most people would only think that this was an investigator from the Hanging Sword, and would not be aware of Ron's identity at all.

Who would have thought that the original Kongxuan Sword investigators would bloodbath the Kongxuan Sword station?

However, Ruosiqia's perspective was not on this matter at all.

"Boy, you have also seen that this time there is a Silver-level extraordinary person at the station of the Hanging Sword. Judging from the attire, he is also a gold medal investigator. In addition, there are many bronze-level extraordinary people. … There was no one else in the station.”

Although Ruosiqia was not at the scene at the time, based on his experience, he seemed to have witnessed the original scene with his own eyes: "The Hanging Sword should have been prepared for Ron's arrival, and...may have even planned to execute Ron. kindness."

The word "execution" is particularly subtle when used here.

Having said this, Aaron also realized it and glanced at Tu Antiwan subconsciously.

The Hanging Sword organization already knew about Ron's apostasy and was ready to kill him.

But on the other side, the royal family who seems to control the Hanging Sword still doesn't know?

Otherwise, just order Ron wanted.

At least Ron wouldn't be able to walk into Leiden City so easily.

However, the confused look Aaron cast at Tuantivan seemed to make the latter think wrong.

The latter nodded slightly in response to him.

"Is it because he is afraid that other people will know about Ron?" Aaron couldn't help but guess.

"Oh, the fall of a Silver-level transcendent is not a big deal at all, even for a gold medal investigator. For Ya Grant III, if he really cares about this matter..." Ruosiqia paused and sighed. He said: "Then he is not worthy to be called Algrant III."

After saying that, he added meaningfully: "Boy, believe it or not, Tu Antiwan should also know about this."

"What?"

These words shocked Aaron so much that he couldn't help but blurt it out.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, in this case, the relationship between these people...?

For a moment, Aaron felt that his brain was indeed insufficient.

Roskia knew that Agrant III had usurped the authority of the Hanging Sword, and he didn't seem to care about it.

Furthermore, according to the old man, Tu Antivan seems to have his own plans...

Finally, Tuantivan's life was running out.

Now Tuantivan was asked to be sent to the east coast...

Several broken puzzle pieces were combined crazily in his mind, and he could vaguely piece together a rough outline.

However, this outline made Aaron feel a chill in his heart.

"So, Tu Antivan is going to die?"

"Otherwise, boy, what do you think he is going to do?" Ruosiqia sneered, and then sighed: "Boy, he knows."

The tone is complex.

ps: This is the third month since it was put on the shelves...

I'm in a bad state lately...

Well, the data still hasn’t come up…