"Three lords, there's nobody inside!"
Alfonso frowned when his subordinates returned the favor. Alan did not keep his secret for long.
On the way out, Alfonso looked back and realized something was wrong. If it was prudent to use such a powerful lance against Alfonso, it was absolutely unjustifiable to use such a powerful arcane against the caravan!
Moros is just an ordinary warrior, using a flame to set off an explosion against a convoy of vehicles, which could have killed him! How could a rescue mission be so reckless?! Instead, what does that tell us?
This suggests that the Arcane of the time had a problem with power control, and how could a high level Arcane have made such a mistake?
There is only one explanation. The identity of the High Arcane is false! Whether it be potions, secrets, or anything else, the Arcane who saves people has high power, but not high delicacy.
And such an enemy is definitely not out of reach! With this in mind, Alfonso did not hesitate to summon the other two Owuls, who followed Alan's trail to the safe house!
"The alchemist was so quick?" A Gerlotte Owulster who followed him cried bad luck, and Alan and Moros were so quick that half an hour later they would have been caught in good faith!
"What to do? Alfonso, are you still chasing?" "Asked another Owu, pulling the REINS at Alfonso's head." This is the edge of Bibo Bay. Beyond that... The old men up north don't like us."
Alfonso was well aware that such a rash pursuit was risky; after all, the theory that there was something wrong with the high Arcane was just that: a theory. Who knows if Alan was an Arcane who had just risen through the ranks? It's understandable that the power is not controlled well. Alfonso would not have been so concerned had he not accidentally learned the true identity of the alchemist, one of the most effective weapons suppliers during the mutiny.
The cooked duck flew, any one will be unwilling to heart, a gritted teeth, Alfonso ordered: "chase! Cross the line to chase! Chase them until they are found!"
...
Arcane, you run for half an hour, I'll catch you!
Anyone who made such a bet lost! Including Alfonso.
By the time Yorkland's search party had been spotted and driven back beyond the border by the rangers' scouts from the Northern Counties, Alan and Moros were well past the moors and in their carriages heading for the northernmost part of the island.
Wake up the boss of the carriage shop before dawn, two young people were almost beaten with broom! But in the end, the boss succumbed to the money, and Alan was able to bid several times the price for a carriage.
After a sleepless night, it's getting light. Two people a total, simply don't sleep, overnight drive north. Moros, of course, took up the job of coachman, and Alan sat in the carriage with Chuck sleeping in his arms, thinking of nothing.
"Paggio?
"Huh?
"Tell me your story."
Moros gave Alan a puzzled look. 'What's the matter?'
Alan shrugged. 'Chuck said he wanted to hear it.'
Mros looked at Kaka, who had not known when he was awake, and was rubbing his hand against the underside of the mushroom umbrella, as if trying to wake himself. Chuck had always been carefree, laughing when he was happy, eating when he was unhappy, and doing when he was in danger. It was Alan who always looked over his shoulder. But he was exhausted that night, and soon after he had finished the wand, he had to give Alan a soft coat, and was only able to fall asleep in Alan's arms after midnight.
"Paggio tells stories." There was a strong sleepiness in Kaka's voice, and the magic voice was unsteady.
Moros sighed, not knowing where to begin. How many years had he not remembered the family story? Moros's memory is a little hazy.
"Do you know Hero of Rusg? After a long silence, Moros finally thought of the beginning.
"Yes." 'replied Alan.
Moros grinned. "I asked Kaka. Why did you answer? That's not what Chuck wants to hear, is it you?"
"Kaka wants to hear it, and I'm just there." Alan's face did not change, but his reaction was too quick to be temporary.
Moros no longer agonized, slowly recollections himself slowly. Occasionally Alan would ask a question, and Chuck would fall asleep again. Moros answered Alan's questions, many of which he had only guessed, and which were so long ago that the details were almost forgotten.
The story of Moros, or the family of Pamonte begins with the Helo Empire of Rusg. The emperor of Helo was descended from the royal family of Luesgar during the Unification, but he was so distant that he lost his title long ago. But the emperor rose to prominence in troubled times, and for thirty years held fast to the rugged southwest of Rusg.
Although he made a huge mistake in his later years, which set the national power back ten years and caused domestic troubles and foreign troubles for a time, he was definitely a great monarch who started from nothing but became dominant. From the point of view of the whole Rusg, the Pamonts were a nouveau riche, not even a local power before the division, but they were very high up in Hero!
Because there is a queen named Pamonte! And this is the only one!
And this Pamonte married the emperor when he was at his lowest ebb, and gave birth to the dauphin when the emperor was doomed. And so, when Emperor Hiero finally conquered his empire, he did so with his family!
Although there were several senior figures named Pamont among the emperor's staff and generals, they also followed the emperor from place to place and insisted to the end, but when outsiders mentioned this family, they always thought that it was with the light of a woman to get to power. But in any case, the family stood undisputed on the hilltop of the Hiero Empire, one of the representatives of a large group of elders.