Chapter 790: Searching for the Gift Left by God

After the surrender ceremony, in accordance with the Brera Agreement, the 15th Army took over the eastern part of Brera City.

On the street, Clement received permission from Merezacli, the king of the Teton Kingdom, and led his guards to hunt down members of the Brela family in the city.

Whether they were direct or collateral relatives, or civilians with Brela blood in their bodies, they all became souls killed by Clement's sword.

Blood debt can only be washed away by blood.

After a brief period of turmoil, the city of Brela returned to its former tranquility.

Half a month later, Merezacli ordered that the name of the city of Brela be abandoned and Clemente be used as the new name of the city. The intention is self-evident.

In the manor, Verin looked at the battle statistics table in his hand and smiled with satisfaction.

The Gray Mist Wasteland Monster Invasion War, the Western Border War, the Grand Duke Successor War of the Principality of Bogonghan, the Ironforge Dwarf Mountain Kingdom War, and the Southern Gexia Continent Expedition War.

In just over thirty years since he left Windsor Castle, there has been one war involving the province, one war involving the Western Territory, two wars involving the country, and one war involving the belief in gods.

"My lord, congratulations."

Weilin put down the battle performance statistics table and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, I will accept your advance congratulations."

"Someone is coming."

Two silver mid-level knights entered the study, bowed and saluted: "Lord."

"After passing the order, everyone except the troops on guard duty will be given a bottle of wine and three pounds of meat to drink as much as they want."

"yes."

After the two mid-level silver knights left, looking at the smile of his master, Kyle took this opportunity to remind: "My lord, the one-year period agreed between you and your subordinates has come, and it is time to return to the past. "

"Cough cough cough."

Hearing Kyle's words, Verin's mood suddenly changed.

Looking back, he finally understood why he had been lazy from time to time for more than a year and why Kyle didn't appear in front of him. He didn't expect that Kyle was waiting for him here.

"My lord, as the leader of the Praying Star Territory, you have been slacking off for a while, and you cannot continue to be lazy like this." Kyle advised with a serious face.

"I've been busy with official duties these days. I think I can use this time..."

As he spoke, Weilin's voice became smaller and smaller.

Hebrew took the lead, and he completely acted as a hands-off shopkeeper. For several days in a row, there may not be any matters that require direct decision-making.

Weilin sat upright, coughed slightly, and said seriously: "As the future Earl of Qixing, I really have to regulate my work and rest. From now on, you will be the one to supervise me, Kyle."

"The Lord understands the righteousness well and will definitely lead the Qixing Leader to a more glorious future." Kyle said with a smile on his face.

Weilin lay on the table and said feebly: "I'm going to have to suffer a lot from now on."

Seeing this situation, Kyle sat aside and watched his master sigh quietly.

To see Weilin's truest appearance, there were no more than ten people in the entire Qixing Leader.

After feeling melancholy for a while, Verin picked up his face from the table, turned to Kyle and said, "Come with me out of the city for a few days. I always feel that half of the destroyed palace is related to some existence. With my luck, I might be able to pick up something good.”

"Yes, Lord."

The Grand Duchy of Brela was destroyed and the army entered a period of rest. It was time to find a reason to ask for the garrison power of the Mallaig region where the city of Braledo was located.

However, this matter will have to wait until I finish visiting Clement City.

In addition, the negotiations between the Life Church and the Harvest Church are still not over, and we don’t know what the outcome of the negotiations will be. Whether the two parties decided to have a fight first and then negotiate, or whether they adopted the drag-and-drop strategy. Anyway, the upper-level negotiations will not affect the war. direction.

No matter what the outcome is, he cannot intervene, but the arrogant earl's son will definitely die.

Three days later, Verin put on a white uniform and left the manor with Kyle, ready to take a tour of this ancient city.

Except for half of the palace that disappeared, this city that has existed for thousands of years has not experienced the devastation of war. A large number of ancient buildings are well preserved, including the Great Library of Brera, a dome building that stores tens of millions of books. , now it should be called the Eliza Library.

Weilin walked on the street, feeling the cultural atmosphere around him, and from time to time he took out a few copper coins to buy some local specialties to taste.

Unknowingly, the two of them arrived at the civilian area.

Seeing a group of people gathered in front of him, Weilin's eyes lit up and he immediately quickened his pace, walking through the crowd in three steps and two steps at a time, and reached the innermost part.

At this moment, Kyle, who was admiring the wood carvings, came back to his senses, turned to look at the crowd in the distance, and then looked to his side. As expected, his master had already gone to eat the melon.

"Edith, why do you always have to go against me."

"Hmph, what do you mean by going against you? I want to go east, can't I?"

"Why do you think I still want to fly in the sky?"

"Okay! You go and fly, I won't stop you."

"Edith, I'm going to beat your ass."

"Come on! Violent woman, I'm not afraid of you."

At this moment, the red-haired boy between the two girls looked helpless. He tried to persuade them, but the two girls did not give him a chance to speak.

The two good-looking girls were quarreling with each other, and the crowd around them watched with great amusement.

Some people are even judgmental, and even the winners are envious.

All kinds of gossip.

While Weilin was eating the snacks he bought from the roadside, he was enjoying the scene in front of him. He always felt a little familiar, but also felt that it was commonplace. Perhaps this was the daily life of adventurers in this world.

After spending a lot of effort, the red-haired boy finally stabilized his two companions.

There was no excitement to watch, and everyone dispersed.

"Master, it's time to go."

"Oh."

Recalling the scene just now, Weilin stood up and continued to walk forward with Kyle.

When he came to the center of the civilian area, Weilin suddenly felt a little throbbing, as if something was calling him.

He stopped and looked into the depths of the alley, his eyes became deep.

Kyle looked at the master, feeling a little confused, but did not ask, but followed him silently.

That day he thought that his master was just looking for an excuse to play, but he didn't expect that he actually found something.

The two walked through the narrow alley and came to the slums.

The environment here is even worse, with dilapidated houses and half-dressed civilians everywhere.

The wooden door was closed, and the civilians sitting in front of the eaves looked at Weilin and Kyle with vigilant eyes, as if they did not welcome their arrival.

Weilin did not pay attention to the looks of these people, and followed the guidance of his heart and walked deeper.