Sword of Daybreaker

Sir Goros looked curiously at the Dragon Seal Witch with a sudden look beside him, and couldn't help asking: "Ms. Azarena, is there anything wrong?"

The red-haired Asarina frowned slightly, waking up from a momentary trance, and then whispering, "No ... it should be wrong. I thought I saw an acquaintance, but how could that be ... and the appearance is not the same ... "

As she spoke, she shook her head: "Don't care, let's continue."

"This new Cecil empire is indeed a little different from Ansu ..." Sir Goros didn't doubt it, but looked up, looking at the eccentric equipment with metal luster, floating on the wall not far away. The crystals over certain mechanical devices and the dark blue mantle that dangles from the city wall to the ground-the mantle that depicts the emblem of the Cecil Empire, shines in the sun, and all this brings With a completely different momentum from the old-fashioned Ansu, "Human kingdoms change really fast."

"Everything is full of change," Azarina said casually. "It's not like Longlinbao-there are only stones that have not changed for thousands of years, and older guys who are more stubborn than stones."

The dragon descendants entered the city.

These visitors from the far north are riding off-white gray beasts that are taller than war horses, wearing armor or coveralls different from the style of the human world, carrying white flags depicting dragon-side beasts, in a solemn atmosphere He stepped into the human city, and the soldiers of the Cecil Empire stood on the towering walls, watching the guests from the north come to the Duchess of Victoria and General Byron with solemn vigor.

According to the agreed etiquette, the team of the Dragon Origin stopped at the outer edge of the square, then the ambassador and adviser left the mount and came down to the host under the guidance of the attendant. Byron and Victoria led the officials of the Office of Government Affairs to greet them. Ritual for the exchange of instruments under the banner of the Empire.

Although the person responsible for the response was Byron, the main negotiator of the entire process was Victoria, who was more familiar with the situation in the north, and several consultants present. The Duke of the North, wearing a long white dress and a short ferret cape, first greeted the stable middle-aged man: "Sir Golos, in the name of Emperor Cecil and the land, welcomes you arrival."

"Duke Victoria, I'm glad to have this special opportunity to visit an equally great country," Sir Goros smiled, "I believe it will be an unforgettable journey."

The Dragonborn did not have too much red tape. The new Cecil Empire also pursued simplicity and efficiency. The first contact between the two parties quickly completed the process. Victoria then turned around and looked at Byron next to her. "General Byron, you ... well? General Byron? "

Byron did not know when he had stiffened his expression, and looked at a red-haired woman of the dragon descent with a strange look. This was undoubtedly a rude act, and Victoria could not help but immediately whispered: "Byron General, please note ... "

"Elena?" Byron had already said subconsciously. "Is it you?"

And the red-haired dragon-born woman spoke with Byron almost at the same time: "Are you really Byron? You ... wait, who is Elena?"

Byron's expression changed apparently when he heard the voice of the other party. It seemed that something incredible was confirmed, but after hearing the other half of the questioning, he hadn't had time to fully surface the surprise and The accident became embarrassing and miserable: "Um ... aren't you called Elena ..."

Victoria Bingxue, who was next to him, was quick to think of the conversation with Byron and sorted out the ins and outs. But at this time, she couldn't help turning her head slightly, and even almost wanted to hold her hand.

Byron also quickly realized what he was doing wrong, and hurriedly explained, "I may be wrong, after all, it's been twenty years-Elisha?"

The expression of the red-haired dragon was getting stranger: "Who is Eliza?"

Byron: "..."

The atmosphere quickly slipped in an unexpected direction, and before this important meeting was completely messed up, Sir Goros finally stepped forward to remedy: "This is a dragon from Longlinburg The Witch of India, Ms. Asha Lena, who has traveled in the human world and is an adviser to our trip-what seems to be a wonderful fate to arrange a long reunion today? "

The red-haired dragon-born woman put her hands on her waist and looked at Byron with no expression: "I used the pseudonym" Sana. "

Byron also quickly adjusted his posture. After standing upright, he coughed softly to hide his embarrassment, and calmly said, "... you see, I remember at least one syllable ..."

Azarena: "..."

"Let's go back to the castle first," Victoria's voice came from, and rescued everyone at the scene like a godsend. "You can't let the guests wait here too long."

Everyone immediately agreed.

The brief accident on the square seemed to become an episode in this way. The subsequent process finally came to an end with relatively smooth conditions. Subsequently, the guests from the Principality of the Holy Dragon led by Victoria and others to the Wind Shield Fortress Castle hall.

The thick walls and the shield surrounding the castle blocked the cold and cold wind, and a rich banquet has been set up. In the light and happy music reverberating in the hall, the previous episode on the square continues again--

After the formal ritual process, the dragons and the Cecils started chatting, and some people's private affairs can be talked about.

In the banquet hall, Byron and Azarina were staring with big eyes. The incredible coincidence arrangement made the two parties do not know where to start the conversation, and Victoria, who also lamented the fate of the fate, broke the silence. General Lun, is this really the 'woman swordsman' in your memory? "

"... Yes," Byron touched the tip of his nose a little embarrassingly. "Her face has not changed at all, and I recognized it at a glance-but couldn't believe her eyes."

"You look very different from twenty years ago," Azarina said casually. "I thought it was my illusion at first glance."

"It's been twenty years," Byron shrugged. "And I'm personal."

Asarena pursed her lips, glanced back and forth on Byron's body several times before she could not help but say, "... It really is you ... but how is this possible ... you are obviously just a little helper in the south Chief of the Corps, now ... General Empire? What has happened in the past two decades? "

"Sometimes I feel that it's like dreaming," Byron smiled and shook his head. "It's you, Ah ... well, Azarena, what's going on with you?"

"Is it difficult to understand?" Asha Lena looked down at herself with a smile on her face, "Sorry, I did lie to you that year. My hometown is not the north of Cazaburo, but the Holy Dragon. I am a dragon descendant of Dragon Promontory in the Principality-but this identity is somewhat troublesome after the publicity of the human world. "

"It's Cazabury," Byron corrected right away, then looked at Victoria a little strangely. "So, I don't remember the place name correctly. She was wrong ..."

Suddenly, Victoria felt a little tired, and said with a near sigh, "But you misremembered the name."

"Is Cazaberre?" Azarina opened her eyes in surprise, then shook her head. "I always thought it was Cazabur. It turned out to be wrong ... but nobody saw it?"

"Twenty years ago ... it was an age of occlusion," Byron sighed, and then looked at the red-haired Dragonborn in front of him in a slightly different way. "So, you didn't die that year, and fell off the cliff ..."

"Don't you not find my body?" Asha Lena laid out her hand. "That cliff is much more cute than Longyue Cliff."

"So you suddenly left because you wanted to return to the Principality of the Holy Dragon?"

"Otherwise?" Azarina smiled. "I ran out secretly, but I couldn't run secretly all my life. When the news of my father's serious illness came, I had to say goodbye to you in that way. .Sorry, Byron ... Head, I was very young then. "

"To be honest, if it wasn't for 20 years, I'm afraid I'm going to do it with you," Byron glanced at the dragon, "You're a little" joking "a little too big."

"... what did the companions do now?" After a moment of silence, Asha Lena shook her wine glass, watching the liquid level ripple in the crystal container, seeming to ask casually, "You have become a general of the empire, then everyone else ... should be doing well, right?"

"... It's gone, not a few years after you leave ... it's all gone."

There was a sudden silence between the two old acquaintances.

Twenty years of time barriers have put everyone on a different path. The accidental reunion 20 years later will not bring about a miracle in fate-it only brings amazing coincidences and gives the parties An opportunity to reminisce about the year, and after the recollection, only a sigh of sigh was left.

Asha Lena raised her glass, drank the remaining liquid, and sighed softly: "The wine in the human world is still so faint, but this taste has not been tasted for twenty years ... now taste it again, It feels pretty good. "

Byron smiled: "Don't sigh for the illusion. We were so poor twenty years ago, how could we have had such a good wine."

"It's true," Azarina smiled, too. "I just didn't expect that my travels in the human world would make me a member of the mission today, and those who greeted us were twenty. Many years ago, the 'head' ... it might be a good start. "

She raised her eyelids and looked at the middle-aged knight standing in front of herself, wearing a pretty officer's dress, with a ribbon and a medal on her body.

The human world has become really fast. Nobles twenty years ago ... are not so dressed.

"Speak now," she said with a smile, "how have you been in recent years?"

Pea's face came to Byron's mind. The half-year-old knight could not help but reveal a hint of a happy and reassuring smile. He nodded: "My daughter will call my dad ..."

...

"A sneeze--"

The pea sitting on the chair suddenly gave a big sneeze, which shocked Pitman and Carmel and others who were debugging the device next to them.

"Has a cold?" Pitman reached out and touched the pea's head, "I don't seem to have a fever ..."

"It's okay, just a sudden itchy nose," the pea shook his head from side to side, and a synthesized voice came from the speaker. "I don't know if my father has seen the messenger of the Holy Dragon Principality, it seems that the time is almost ... … I hope he can be serious at least on formal occasions, don't always look unreliable ... Well, although the Archduke Victoria is also there ... Ah, Grandpa Pitman, are you here? Is there a magic net terminal that can be directly connected to Beijing? Wait a minute ... "

"Stop and stop—" Pitman had a headache that didn't wait for the peas to finish, and quickly waved to interrupt this girl who has become more fond of recent thoughts. "Don't be overly nervous, the Duke of the North will definitely take care of it. Everything. As for you, it's better to stay focused now. "

"Oh." Pea flattened her mouth and sat down in a chair honestly, letting the technicians fiddle with the metal device attached to her back neck, only to occasionally feel itchy when she felt itchy.

"Good condition," Carmel was watching the operation of the nerve thorns beside him, with light blue light flowing in his body. "This is the last inspection, pea. Congratulations, you can use this thing in the future. Of course. As this is still a new technology, you still have to pay attention to its usual state, and come to us in time in the event of an abnormal situation. "

"Relax, I will remember ~~" ​​Pea jumped off the chair with a brisk tone, and then she glanced around the laboratory and subconsciously landed on the other side of the test area. On the chair-there, there is also a tester with nerve thorns connected behind his head, but unlike her, it is a man in a researcher's white robe who looks like a professional technician.

"Is he testing the nerve thorns?" Pea looked over there, asking curiously.

Carmel came to the pea, and from his pale blue arcane body, a gentle and pleasant sound came:

"Researcher Cohen Bell is working on another project."