As soon as they arrived at the city guards 'camp, Brand, who had yet to catch his breath, was stuffed into a simple but sturdy carriage. Marcus sat with the coachman outside.
Even Knight Maiev, who had just welcomed Brand into the camp, felt that it was a little rushed. His brother, who was already prepared, patted the stunned Maiev and said loudly," The ship carrying the supplies is about to set off. There might be a storm in the next two days, so we have to set off once the supplies are loaded."
As a member of Knight Wright's guards, Marvin naturally couldn't be sent to the front line. Sharon and his cavalry were the chosen ones, and Wright was heartbroken. This was the only regular cavalry unit in the county. Fortunately, the commander was his own brother, the real city mayor. General Ryan, who had not returned from the front line for almost two years, was still leading his own people.
In Brand's impression, he had heard of this legendary figure. If the old General Goshman of the Imperial Capital was the invincible Spear of the Empire, then Count Ryan, who was born in a prestigious family, was the well-deserved Shield of the Empire. His meticulous tactical planning and commanding made all the enemies who had encountered Ryan unwilling to see this cunning, ever-changing, brave, and determined commander again. He was the supreme ruler of Saint Laurent, the darling of the sea and the mountains, the descendant of the Glorious Bloodline, and the " Empire Shield, Tactician Count Ryan " who was personally praised and promoted by Emperor Rhode VI. As expected of the most outstanding master of Hubble City. His achievements and battle records were even more dazzling than this long list of titles.
What a scary name. The mage shivered and began to wonder if he would spend a long time under this general.
However, Knight Sharon knocked on the door of the carriage and said," Mr. Brand, we'll set off now. Please bear with us for a while."
Marv stood in the formation led by the duty officer and the rest of the soldiers at the camp gate, forming two rows on the left and right to send off their comrades. As the duty officer drew his sword and pointed it at the sky, he shouted," Martyrs of Saint Laurent, by the order of the supreme Emperor, you are about to face your old enemy, Hermie. On behalf of the comrades who are unable to travel with you, I wish you all the best!"!”
Brand, who was scared out of his wits by the " martyr ", almost fell off his seat. The soldiers who stayed behind shouted together," Triumph! Triumph! Triumph!" The sound made the shocked mage's ears hurt.
This was purely due to Brand's ignorance. The title of " martyr " was very noble. Only brave warriors who had never been afraid of a hundred battles deserved this title. The army's chanting of " martyr " was actually a form of respect and blessing, hoping that everyone would be able to fight hundreds of battles and win.
However, how could a mage who had just joined the army know about this? The carriage sped toward the port fleet that was already ready to set off, and no one saw Brand's embarrassment at the moment.
As the soldiers dispatched this time were the only cavalry unit in the prefectural city of Hubble, even though the carriages carrying the soldiers were already running so fast that they left the ground, they could barely keep up with the deliberately slowed down speed of the cavalry unit.
After two hourglasses, the port that had been temporarily cordoned off was right in front of them. Brand, who was a little excited, almost fell off when he stepped on the sampan. Fortunately, Marcus, who was behind him, dutifully looked at his master. His quick-witted thugs finally stopped the mage who was about to fall into the water.
Embarrassed, Brand stepped onto the deck and was met with a contemptuous gaze. A level-10 mage wearing a full moon badge had completely seen his loss of composure. Although he did not say anything, the look in his eyes clearly said," You've really embarrassed us mages."
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Brand didn't want to argue with him. After all, they were fellow soldiers who had joined the army together, so they had to get along well. How could he count on those soldiers who couldn't even read a few words?
After tidying up his messy robes, Brand bowed slightly to his colleague who had already come up a long time ago. The other party directly ignored this kind gesture and turned around to leave his back view for the mage who had taken the initiative to express his goodwill.
What a difficult person to get along with. Brand shook his head with a bitter smile. He was somewhat complaining about his own failure. However, this emotion only lasted for a few seconds. A level-10 mage was someone who was about to enter the Advanced Level. He was knowledgeable and had superb skills. Which Advanced Mage was not arrogant? Thinking of this, Brand did not look embarrassed. Instead, he began to look for the soldier in charge of arranging the cabins.
The naval officer who had been waiting for a long time had already come forward to welcome him. The three North Stars on his epaulet indicated that this officer's rank was not low. The person who came asked the mage," Wizard Brand?!"
Seeing the other party nod, the officer's serious expression relaxed a little and continued, The commander of the escort fleet, Colonel Da Vinci, would like to speak with you."
Brand, who was completely confused about the situation, had never heard of this name in his memory. However, he did not seem to have settled down yet. He could not let Marcus carry all the bags on the deck.
The captain understood one of the other's thoughts and said,"" Please don't worry. The rooms for the army personnel have already been arranged. Your attendants and luggage are in the cabin next to your room. This Saint Laurent Flying Fish is the flagship, so there's no lack of rooms."
The mage thanked the captain for his arrangement and signaled Marcus to follow the captain's lead to arrange the luggage. He then followed the officer to see the fleet commander, Colonel Cesar.
Coincidentally, Brand, who was sweeping his gaze across the deck, saw the level-10 black-robed mage. He had turned around at some point, but the disdain in his eyes deepened. They couldn't get along at all! Brand, who had just said that he had to pay attention to the friendship between his peers, sighed.
It didn't take much time to get to the captain's room from the deck, but the narrow ladder made the mage uncomfortable. However, the captain who walked in front naturally didn't see the newbie who was stumbling.
"Welcome, Wizard Brand. How about I call you Brand?”，The colonel commander with a neatly trimmed beard was also the captain of the flagship, but he seemed to be a little familiar.!
Although mages were very reserved and arrogant, the colonel's weight was obviously much more important than this little mage who had yet to reach the Advanced Level and could not be proud of himself. He acquiesced to the other party's address, and Brand casually sat opposite the captain under the other party's signal.
"Strange, isn't it? "Haha, you don't have to be so surprised. Caterina is my niece." However, Brand didn't seem to have heard the female servant mention such a relative, so he was a little confused.
Without waiting for the mage to ask, the captain in a loose navy shirt said,"" Sorry, I seem to have forgotten to introduce myself. Da Vinci, the coachman for this trip, the commander of the escort fleet, the father of the Saint Laurent Flying Fish, Captain Da Vinci."
The slovenly middle-aged colonel waved his hand for the captain to take out two glasses. The latter poured a glass of unknown wine for the two of them, then turned around and left, closing the door of the captain's room.
He raised his glass and gestured for the other party to taste it. Da Vinci explained, We haven't set sail yet, so we're not considered to be in a military operation. It's not a problem to drink less." The mage accepted the other party's kindness and took a sip. It seemed to taste good.
" This was smuggled over by Hermie's merchant. It's not too good, but it's much richer than the grape wine we usually drink." The colonel had only taken a few sips of the wine, but he spoke quite a lot. "Look, you're off topic again. It's normal that you don't know me. I've only seen the Catrina sisters once, a blonde girl and a crybaby boy, haha."
Brand was more or less relieved when he heard Da Vinci's " brother and sister " explanation. It seemed that this not-so-proper navy colonel might really be Caterina's uncle.
After finishing the remaining wine in his glass, the colonel reached out to stop the other party from pouring another glass. He said seriously,"Enough, enough. Just one glass will do. If you drink too much, I can't guarantee that I can send you all safely. Do you want to be taken to the Huge Whirlpool in the depths of the ocean by Captain Drunkard? Haha."
Still not serious…
" Caterina's father. I'm her deputy, Brigadier General Klon." The colonel seemed to be in an unstable mood.
Brand finally understood why Da Vinci called himself an uncle, but he didn't know that Caterina had such a relative in her family. It turned out that he was a comrade of Colonel Colonel.
"How are the children? It was said that the two siblings were taken care of by Mr. Brand. One of them was the butler of the Brigadier General's old mansion, while the other went to the military academy. Hearing this, Brand blushed a little. It seemed that he didn't care much about Caterina. Instead, he was taken care of by this seventeen-year-old girl day after day.
Da Vinci seemed to have recalled something. He took out two magic gold notes from the cabinet and stuffed them into Brand's hands. They had already been signed, and the face value was actually 1,000!!
Brandt, who felt a little hot on his hands, was about to speak when he was interrupted again. Da Vinci, who had recovered from his excitement, patted the mage's shoulder and said,""Keep it well. This is the dowry for my niece. As for the man, wealth and glory are all up to you."
A dowry of two thousand gold? It was needless to say that Brand had seen gold notes worth a thousand gold coins a few times after becoming a mage. He had never held such a huge sum of money as two thousand gold coins in his hands. A colonel who was neither high nor low, would he be so bold as to sell his obsolete warship for money?
" Keep it well. If you lose it, I'll throw you into the sea to feed the sharks." After the fierce Da Vinci said this, he returned to his serious expression.
Eh? What was going on? Brand, who had been forced to drink two thousand gold for no reason, wanted to finish his sip of wine, but he was chased out by the impatient Da Vinci.
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(A slip of the pen. The one who appeared earlier was actually Count Ryan's younger brother, Sir Wright. The name of the knight was not written wrongly, but it was written as his older brother, Count Ryan, who was far away at the frontier. Please forgive my unintentional mistake. Previously, it was my younger brother Wright who ran into Brand and hosted the banquet…)
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