Pendor Empire In Other Worlds

As Lothar expected, the Midyard cavalry sent to search for traces failed to find any valuable clues.

In the end, he can only hold the thought of avoiding it for a while, and casually ridicule some traces. For the time being, I left Cindrik's team and ‘tracked’ along the imaginary traces.

As for whether he will eventually become a bandit or escape the country to become a mercenary, it depends on the changes in the world.

Anyway, it is impossible to come back.

To drop the chain on such a major event and return to Midloft, I am afraid it is an extravagant hope to die.

But in this world, there will always be many coincidences.

Although Cindrik could not find a trace of Javiertai's escape, but through self-righteous reasons, he found his final destination.

The territory of Javiertai.

It stands to reason that a jazz or a lord like Javier Thai would not grant a territory during his lifetime.

Because most of the knights and lords were close ministers of the upper nobles, assisting them in handling various affairs inside and outside the territory. Once they are granted the actual territory, it is difficult to guarantee the other party's focus and justice in the subsequent work.

Therefore, for the territories granted to Lords of Jazz, the princes will generally choose to entrust their successors as hereditary nobles after their deaths, and then divide them according to their merits during their lifetime.

But because Haveltai himself is a member of the Viscount family, and he himself has a high reputation on the mainland.

After seeing one of his performances, the Grand Duke of Ireland bestowed him a village as a fief with a moment of joy.

But this precious territory in the eyes of others, in Javiertai, he did not want to give up as Cindrik said.

"Because that village has been abandoned for seven or eight years.

It was during the last drought. When I went back to see it by chance, there was no one in the village except for a few corpses who died of thirst and starvation. "

"The wells were all dried up, and the farmland was deserted. I searched the entire village, but I couldn't find a single piece of grain. I didn't even see any wild cats or insects.

A few years ago, it was better, and some wild flowers and grasses will grow to add color to the village.

But last year, it returned to that kind of withered scene.

Except that I visit every year, even the bandits and bandits don't like that place. "

"I don't have much time now, but I just want to go back and see my mistakes.

So, your Excellency Laban, can we be a horse and let me fulfill my dying wish?

You also know the dominance of the nobles, if they are chased by them..."

Javiertai was sitting in the shadow of a rock and chattering, the skinny coachman knelt beside him, wiping his bare skin with a damp linen cloth.

And under the dead tree opposite him, Lothar and others were either standing or sitting.

The directions in which the two groups fled were originally inconsistent.

However, these two groups of ‘ghost’ guys changed several directions in order to get rid of possible chasing soldiers as much as possible.

Therefore, after crossing a ridge, Lothar, who thought he was a kidnapper, saw two spots of light, one white and one red in a barren mountain, and he ran into his former companions.

Compared with Lothar and the others, who were relaxed like a spring outing, the two masters and servants of Javiertai were too miserable.

On the journey to the territory, they were the first to spot Cindrik and others.

In order to interfere with the opponent's path, Javiertai took the initiative to expose his whereabouts and staged a chase again with more than 30 cavalry who were chasing after him.

Fortunately, the horse that Javiertai used to get away was indeed a horse from a hundred, and the servant driving the horse was thin, and he himself was in a weak state. The combined weight of the two people was only as great as that of a mature man, and then they got rid of the pursuit again.

But the price was the excessive wear and tear of the steed, and they fell dead on the spot not far from this hillside.

The ability to run here depends on the scrawny coachman carrying it step by step.

But it is obviously impossible to reach Javiertai's territory before Cindrik at this speed.

Therefore, encountering Lothar and others here seemed to Javiertai like a glimmer of hope from God.

But this ray of hope, as Lothar remained silent for a long time, gradually faded away.

He sighed sullenly, looked at the shadows of the rocks below him, followed the shadows to the khaki ground, and to the blue clear sky.

And the bright and hot sun in the center of the clear sky.

After a while, he suddenly gritted his teeth and turned his head to look at Lothar.

"Your Excellency Laban, in fact, you are not a nobleman of the Bert Kingdom at all, are you."

"Chang"

"What nonsense?"

The second after the words were spoken, all the soldiers who were sitting loosely jumped up, the swords being unsheathed and the sound of cursing became one.

And Javiertai's servant in black also drew out his dagger almost at the same time and stepped forward to block him.

The friendly scene of the reunion of old friends turned into a tension in an instant.

"Put away the weapons."

Lothar looked at Javiertai, who was half of his face protruding from behind the servant, and ordered softly.

He didn't find it strange that his identity revealed this.

The identity he compiled to deceive the young Rovpur’s kind of superficial and self-righteous aristocrat is OK~www.novelmtl.com~ It’s ok to run into a well-informed old fritters like Javiertai who has been traveling around the world It doesn't work.

As early as when he was walking that night, he knew that his identity had been seen through by the other party.

Of course, it is limited to not coming from the Bert Kingdom.

It is also because of this that the conversation between the two will only talk about what they have seen, and not talk about the ‘hero’ deeds of their ancestors.

the other side.

Seeing that Lothar, who was called to lose his identity, still looked calm, Javiertai sighed in frustration.

Then, he called the servant who was still on guard, ready to go on.

Although the hope ahead was invisible, he did not choose to give up.

‘In any case, I have to go back there. ’

Just as the servant lifted him up and was about to move him on his back, Lothar suddenly spoke.

"Your Excellency Javiertai, are you a mage?"

"What are you talking nonsense?"

The black-clothed servant screamed and threw away his supporting arm, ignoring the fall of Javiertai, drew his dagger again and pointed it at Lothar.

Seeing his ready-to-go moves, if it weren't for the followers to block the route, I'm afraid he has already launched an attack.

Lothar ignored the servant's scolding, and continued to speak for himself.

"If you are not a magician, I really can't think of any other way for you to steal their treasures from the guards of the two earl families.

If you hadn't stolen these two treasures, how would you know that there will be chasers chasing you?

If you didn't know that there were chasing soldiers, how could you abandon the carriage while you were seriously ill and escape with a servant without getting in touch with them.

Your Excellency Haveltai, is there anything wrong with my logic? "