"I chased, but I didn't catch up."

"Didn't catch up?"

Earl West's expression was almost distorted, and he wanted to crush the phone with his right hand. None of the news coming from the other side was good.

"Lord Earl, the current weather and temperature cannot require the steam mecha to be launched into the water, and there is insufficient fuel."

"Asshole! You can fool me with such nonsense as low fuel! As long as these steam mecha pilots don't want to work, they will be low on fuel, even if the fuel tank is full!"

He was panting violently and decided to take antihypertensive medicine tonight.

But the subordinate's report was not over yet. West frowned: "If there is anything else, tell me quickly!"

“That’s right,” the other end of the phone stammered, “My lord, your nephew died in an accident. Because of the slippery road in the snow, he accidentally hit General Sean’s weapon. Treatment was ineffective and he unfortunately died.

"

thump.

There was a crashing sound, and only the busy tone was left on the microphone.

…

Sean stood outside the defense line. He did not ride a horse. He just held the steel gun in his hand and said nothing. He was gradually covered by heavy snow and became as silent as a snowman.

I don't know how much time passed, but a blaze of fire floated over from a distance, and a large group of people holding torches gathered. The leader was the ashen-faced Earl West, and behind him was the expressionless Major General Huberton.

"Sean! You bastard! What did you do?!"

The Dragon Rider shook off the snow all over his body. His eyes first drifted from Huberton's face. The other party turned his face sideways and did not respond. He then looked at the furious West and said lightly: "Earl West, please come back.

, the military department has an order, no one can pass here."

"You killed my nephew!"

"Don't frame me falsely. Your nephew died in an accident. Accidents inevitably happen in the army. This is normal."

"You killed him! You butcher!"

Sean frowned slightly: "Earl West, if you have any opinions on this matter, please send a letter to the military department. I am willing to accept investigation."

investigation?!

West knew very well that everyone in the military wore the same pants. Sean's influence was far greater than that of Sylvia. It was just that an insignificant nobleman died. Who would deal with a general because of this?

Sean's expression was indifferent: "Anyone who takes one step closer will be deemed to be attacking me. According to the order of the military, I have unlimited rights to counterattack."

He did it on purpose!

He blocked here and let Sylvia pass, it was definitely intentional!

Although West brought people here, he did not have the courage to challenge the military, because the man in front of him would definitely kill him immediately, and he would not be punished too severely afterwards.

"Sean, I hope you can continue like this!"

The gray-haired man didn't answer, but stared straight at West, as if he was judging where to stab him to kill him with one blow.

…

In the ice and snow, the war horse carried Sylvia and walked hard, and blood kept dripping.

The Dragon Rider lay on the horse's back and hugged its neck. She could feel the vitality of her old partner draining away. It was too tired. After charging for a whole day, it was hit hard by Sean again. It was very likely that it would not be able to survive today.

.

Finally, the Leon Manor was in sight. The horse stopped and slowly fell into the snow. Sylvia also fell into the snow and climbed over quickly. She saw the dark eyes of her old partner turning.

, looking at her, tears streaming down her face.

The dragon knight caressed the side of his mount's face, only to feel that his vision was blurred and something was flowing out of his eyes.

"Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

She hugged the war horse's head forcefully, kissed it, and then left resolutely.

Her severely injured body couldn't hold it up, so she crawled in the snow and climbed up the steps in front of the Leon Manor. Her frozen palms had lost all feeling, and her hair was mixed with snow and frozen into a lump. She wanted to take a breath, but she couldn't stop.

Once she stopped, she didn't know if she had the strength to get up again.

There was no one at the main entrance of the manor, and the thick snow proved that it had not been cleaned for a long time, but the windows were bright, which meant that there was someone inside.

"lady!"

Sylvia shouted with difficulty.

Her voice was too low and was blown away by the wind and snow.

can not be like this.

She banged her body against the door, hoping the people inside could hear her.

"lady!"

In this city, some people are bleeding, some are dying, and some are biting the flesh and blood of others, just because of their infinitely expanding desires.

"lady!"

She knocked on the door again, but it didn't move at all. Normally, with her strength, it would be easy to open the door, but now she was so weak that she could only cry helplessly.

"lady!"

Her students were dead, killed by the new nobles, her Majesty the King was dead and injured by the new nobles, and her mount was also dead, more than a hundred meters away.

What is she going to do?

Sylvia was dizzy and confused. She thought she might die and never see her husband and daughter again.

Today, too many people died.

She leaned against the door, her body became cold, and she could feel her life force passing away.

Squeak.

A soft sound.

The closed door opened, and the pale-haired old man stood at the door. He lowered his head and saw the stiff Sylvia, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Maybe you are right. Too many people have died in Londinium. It is time to stop this farce. Since the nobles of this country think that it is more important not to have Aslan, then as they wish."

The well-dressed young Li Boli chuckled: "Madam, you are serious. Aslan is still the royal family of Victoria, but it will not be like before. We will define a red line that is safe for everyone. You have already seen it

Yes, that’s the ‘Freedom Charter’.”

"You are not one of those nobles, nor Drac, nor Gaul, Liboli, what on earth do you and those people behind you want to do?"

"Madam, we are doing the right thing. Aslan is Felin, we are Liboli, and Draco, they are not important now..."

"I understand, you are Li Boli and you are also griffins..."

Sylvia was confused when she heard it, and she quickly lost consciousness.

…

An unfamiliar ceiling, a faint smell of disinfectant, and a warm environment. Ms. Vaifan opened her eyes, convinced that she was still alive and that this was a ward.

"I heard that the royal family and the aristocratic group signed an agreement called the 'Freedom Charter'. From now on we will not have a king, and the government will be ruled by aristocrats."

The shouts from outside the ward came in, and Sylvia looked indifferent, as if everything had nothing to do with her.

…

Vaifan's excellent physique only allowed her to stay in the hospital for half a month before she recovered. Sylvia was suspended. She had to accept an investigation and was not allowed to leave Londinium during this period.

She was not idle. After learning what happened that day, she rushed to the dilapidated apartment and found that the apartment manager had been replaced.

"Madam, the person you are looking for has moved away a few days ago. I heard that their family is planning to move to other mobile cities. To be honest, this period has been chaotic enough. We will be busy for a while."

Not hearing any news about the man, Sylvia was disappointed and was about to leave. When she walked to the door of the apartment, she saw a suitcase thrown next to the trash.

She saw him once, that night.

There was nothing good in the box, just two pieces of clothing. All the valuable items must have been taken away.

Sylvia finally decided to keep the suitcase temporarily.

…

"The military was also in chaos during this period. We lost the support of some people, and the military was almost torn in half by the old and new nobles."

In the office of General Sean, one of the dragon cavalry generals, Sylvia was holding a glass of water and quietly staring at the steaming water.

Although they were once enemies, they are now colleagues.

Sean, who had changed into casual clothes, didn't look so cold, but after that day, his hair became much grayer.

"The review about you is still ongoing, and there will be no results in a short period of time. But don't worry, someone will protect you. In fact, many people are watching you."

Sylvia, who had not spoken for a long time, said: "I heard that the military department will soon cease to exist."

Sean rubbed his forehead: "That's true. The relevant agenda has been submitted to the parliament. The military department will be reformed into the Ministry of National Defense and the National Defense Policy Committee. Many people plan to get involved."

"So I'm an easy card to play?"

Vaifan's sharp words left the old general speechless, so he had to tactfully say: "Sometimes, you can't just look at the surface."
To be continued...