The Legend of Fatality

Prince Rofkoen stood in front of his tent, looking at the tall walls of Relmas. The so-called ‘prince’ is just a title that the princes of the border confess to themselves as the queen, but they are afraid of angering the empire or Tirya, and can only seal a smaller title. The smallest of these ‘princes’ has only a small castle and less than two hundred men, although many of the princes do have noble blood. The members of the mercenary regiment he owned called him a colonel, and he liked the title.

As for other people, especially his enemies, he likes to call him "Bee Sting". The origin of the name is because the sword in his hand will directly pierce the enemy's throat. If unfortunately stabbed elsewhere, the wound will become red and swollen and become a huge lump, giving the injured person a feeling like the wound is burning.

The title eventually became his surname and his group name. Rofkoen-Bee Sting's "Bee Sting" mercenary regiment. He was born in an aristocratic family, but for some reason he could not use his family ’s surname, but he preferred the bee sting because it was earned by him.

The "Bee Sting" mercenary regiment has more than a thousand members. They are known for wearing black uniforms and heavy armor made of brass. Now they simply dye the uniforms in yellow and black stripes. Their weapons are mainly spears, throwing guns and heavy crossbows. Occasionally, it is necessary to put on sharp daggers and heavy shields.

Because of the large number of people, Realmas ’s council did not even dare to let them into the city, but could only station it not far from the city.

The reason why Rolf Cohen is standing here is to wait for the people he sent into the city to report back, although neither his face nor his mouth is against the "bone bite" Moen who came to the other day-that is, white The three pair of "big mouth" Moen on the ship-tell yourself what the intelligence shows.

But he was really moved. As a member of the former princes of the border, after receiving the news of the orcs going north, he directly gave up his poor territory there and turned to the wealthy Tirya. Unfortunately, only Rilmas is willing to hire him at the price of 300 gold coins per month, but he still dare not let him enter the city.

He needs territory, and an island in the ocean, it is said that he can live in tens of thousands of people, which is too tempting for him. After he seized the island, he could even claim to be a king-the real king. He now only expects that his men can bring back good news to prove that the "bone bite" Moen is not lying.

The long day gradually passed. In a place that used to be a tavern, Prince spent hours filling and handling the body of a sheep and performed a complete set of rituals before putting it on the fire. When all the work was completed, he hung the whole sheep on the remaining part of the stove. He took the hot embers from the fire and pushed them onto the dry wood. It didn't take long for the flames to burn.

As the sun began to set westward and the sky gradually darkened, the flame burned violently, as if incited by some force.

Miya Lala watched everything happen, with a somber look on her face. She did not help the mage, nor did he ask her to do so. Ever since she captured the sailors, she sat there alone, meditating, holding her long sword tightly.

Night came and brought bad memories. Despite the burning flames, she could still see the sailors' faces in the flashing shadows. She remembered the names of the two sailors, James and Anthony, two young guys.

"Why do we do this?" She finally asked.

"I told you, dear. Some treasure." The mage staring at the stove seemed to have been waiting for this question.

"What kind of treasure is worth doing?" Miyara smiled bitterly.

"What kind of answer do you want?"

"I thought you would lead us to take risks, to fight, to ... I don't know, to earn wealth with my own skills. This is my expectation."

The mage sat next to her, and his heavy body collapsed on the grass. His face and hands were blackened, and he looked tired.

"But that's not true, right?" He said in his soft voice. "I never lie, my dear. You should know this."

"So why didn't the two sailors tell us about the treasure?"

"Some of our brothers are equally ignorant and even frightened. Keeping secrets under their hands is an easy thing. This is how the world teaches us to do things. Is n’t the same with the Masters of the Fatalin Association? , What to do, nothing was revealed. "

Miya Lara frowned and gave the Master a hard look. He sounded like a priest, not the man she knew.

"I hate doing this," she said.

"Me too." He said.

They were silent for a while, the flame rose very high, swaying, swallowing each other. Wisps of sparks fluttered in the afterglow of the flames, were taken away by the wind, and twirled in the darkness.

"You are strong, my dear." Prince said finally. "When I first met you, I knew that very few people could survive the troll alone."

"So, did you really just pass by?" She asked, although the question sounded more blameful than she meant.

"No, not just passing by," Prince answered. "More like a destiny arrangement."

Miya Lara shook her head helplessly, not intending to pursue.

"I know their ship,‘ Firefox ’.” He continued with a smile that concealed his embarrassment. "A slave ship, they may have transformed a lot, but in fact each ship is different, just like the appearance of people, there are no two identical ships in this world."

"The old fox, Modra Tariq, is said to have found a treasure on an island, just after he escaped the pursuit of the 'sea hound'." "It may have taken him a few years to open or evacuate the treasure. He owned a large area of ​​land in the empire a few months ago and got a title of baron."

"Baron Tariq and his manor." He whispered again. "What do you think of Baron Pringster and Baroness Mia Lara?"

"Why not the queen?" Miya Lala said with a smile. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com "Long live Queen Mia Lala!"

"In our territory, you are the real queen." Princester bowed her head to kiss her. She did not refuse, but gave him a warmer kiss.

"Hey, let's open a room." A smirk suddenly came out, and it was Priest's "good-tempered" Muramsen who made the sound.

"Boss, show you a good thing." Before Princest became angry because he was interrupted, Muramson handed him the pieces of parchment in his hands.

When Prince heard his words, his facial expression relaxed. Then, when he saw the contents of the pieces of parchment that he handed over, the corners of his mouth hooked up, and his dark eyes showed an excited look.

"I can only recognize part of it, but it says gifts, guards, secrets. It seems that I am correct, isn't it? Dear." Prince said with a smile to Mia Lala, then turned his head to Mu La Mson. "To contact other people, it is said that they will only stay for a month, and we have to make a big deal before they leave."

At the same time, a team member walked in quietly in Eichmann's room, and still habitually wanted to hide in the shadows after entering the door. Echermann, lying in his chair, reached out and took the piece of parchment that the man had handed him. Gently spread it with both hands and looked at the text on it.

"The night guide?" Eichmann said softly. "Dark Night Guide, Dark Night Church?"

"What about the rest?" He asked, pointing at the piece of parchment in his hand.

"Part of it fell in the sea, part of it was lost." The team member replied softly.

Acherman nodded, not asking. Lean back in the chair again.