novelhk Chapter 388 The Wandering Band
Chapter 388 The Wandering Band
"Oh, how strange, our youngest elite knight of the Knights of Favonius, why are you in such a sorry state today?"
In the office of the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, Falgar looked up at the visitor upon hearing the door open and immediately chuckled.
What did he see? The usually elegant and refined young nobleman knight was so unkempt.
His sword lay askew to one side, his clothes were somewhat disheveled, and his unsteady breathing clearly indicated that he had just been through a chase.
However, after a moment's thought, Falga understood, and a mischievous, teasing look immediately appeared in his eyes.
After all, given his good apprentice's strength, it's extremely rare to see him pushed to such a state in Mondstadt.
Of course, this does not include the situation where the girls surrounding him "coincidentally" bumped into each other.
Let him count: Amber from the old knight Jon, Amy, the newly recruited aspiring adventurer, Noelle, the famous all-around maid in the city, and apparently Yura, the eldest daughter of the Lawrence family.
Falgar sighed inwardly, truly reminiscent of his former self... well, he meant, truly a grave sinner.
However, Mu Feng was completely in no mood to pay attention to the leader's jokes and just kept guzzling water into his mouth.
By Barbatos, is Barbara really just an ordinary prayer priest who is responsible for things like chanting hymns?
They chased the deer hunters all the way to the Knights, but the bristling priestess showed no signs of exhaustion whatsoever.
Could there be a side hustle where studying medicine can't save Mondstadt?
The thought of this gave Mu Feng a headache. His sister's possessiveness seemed too strong. What should he do? He needed help urgently.
Today is just a small prelude; he can't even imagine what it will be like when all the girls gather together.
Yura, you have redeemed yourself, and are hereby granted a pair of eyes;
Amber, you act on behalf of God, take it with your left hand;
Noelle, gather your strength and keep your right hand safe;
Little Amy, you endured humiliation and hardship, leading with your legs;
Barbara, it is not easy for you to sacrifice your own family for the greater good. His body is now in your care.
Welcome to the special program "The Quintessential Quintuplets," sponsored by Dawn Winery and broadcast by the Knights of the West.
Mu Feng was very depressed. He had always walked on thin ice, but now it seemed that he would never reach the other side.
The future is bright.
However, the commander standing to the side didn't seem to think that way.
Amidst the tedious paperwork, such an interesting impromptu program is a rare treat, as pleasant as lying among dandelions on a summer night and drinking a large glass of chilled apple cider.
Well, of course, the person involved may not think that way.
Mu Feng rolled his eyes at Falga, who seemed to enjoy watching the drama unfold. After spending so much time together, he had a pretty good idea of what kind of person this Grand Commander was.
If it weren't for his identity, the other party would probably be gleefully adding, "How boring, I want to see rivers of blood."
"My dear Grand Master and Master of the Knights."
"You're so busy with state affairs, why go to all this trouble to summon me? You couldn't possibly be doing this just to see me make a fool of myself, could you?"
Mu Feng gritted his teeth and spat out the greeting, emphasizing the words "working day and night."
He used to trust the Grand Master very much, especially when Falga, under the pretext of having "important matters" to attend to, dumped all the documents that should have been approved by the Grand Master on him.
One late night, after finishing my get off work and leaving the office, I suddenly had a whim to have a soft drink as I passed by Angel's Gift.
As for why it wasn't cider, it's because Barbara doesn't like the taste of alcohol, and the same goes for Jyn.
And so, by sheer coincidence, he bumped into the head of the troupe, a green-clad bard, who was "handling important business."
If adding another sum of money to the already generous account of angelic gifts is considered a significant matter.
Only one line of lyrics can describe his feelings at that time.
I dare not open my eyes, hoping it is just my hallucination.
Since then, the Grand Master's credibility with him has plummeted to negative levels, and his reputation has been shattered even more completely than the stone bricks in the Wind Dragon Ruins that directly faced Ms. Alice's bombs.
Also: It's not that big.
"Haha, of course not. Come on, take a look at this."
Falga selectively ignored the resentment in his apprentice's words, chuckled twice, and handed over a document.
He wasn't that bored. If he angered his good apprentice and drove him away, where would he find someone to handle those official documents for him?
Ahem, cut out the second half of the sentence.
Anger creased on Mu Feng's forehead, and every time he tried to show him more respect, you would speak up again.
Despite his resentment, he put aside his personal grievances and focused on reading the documents in front of him, with business at hand.
Falgar leisurely picked up his teacup, walked to the door, and casually made up a few excuses to send the guarding knights away.
Then, he closed the office door, casually strolled to the window, locked it, and drew the curtains tightly shut.
The following topic must be kept absolutely confidential.
Mu Feng looked up at him, then looked down again, as if he was already used to the Grand Commander's routine.
Yes, this is his other identity in the Knights, besides being a mobile member of the squad.
A special knight who obeys only the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, responsible for guarding Mondstadt in the shadows.
Such a group had an even more resounding name in the earlier aristocratic era: "wandering band".
Conductors, musicians, swordsmen, and flute players rebel against Lawrence's tyranny through music and battle. One of them is Kryuzrid, a rebel from among the nobility.
Although their struggle ultimately failed, their members were scattered, and they disappeared from the public eye, the "band" has never been forgotten.
This was the very moment a year ago when Falga, unusually serious, recounted a piece of history upon graduating from his swordsmanship training.
"This is an extremely dangerous path. Countless people have broken their strings and weapons because of it. You can choose to quit now."
"I believe you will become an excellent knight, even more outstanding than I have achieved; your talent is destined for it."
"There is no superiority or inferiority between a sword and a dagger; it's just that the former is entitled to bask in glory, while the latter can only dance alone in the darkness."
Falga, who said these words, was not at ease.
As a swordsmanship instructor, he personally did not want his beloved disciple to embark on this dangerous path.
But as the Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, he had no choice but to do so.
The young knight's answer that day is lost to history, but from that moment on, this generation of wandering bands had its first and only member: the swordsman.
"The descendants of House Gunnhild knew the oath to protect Mondstadt even before they learned to say their own names."
Such a position meant that he was not suited to being in the public eye too much, so the mobile personnel position, which did not have a strong presence, was a job that was tailor-made for him.
His work often takes place in the depths of the night.
Back to this moment, Mu Feng had only read a few lines of the document in his hand when his brows furrowed slightly.
Dadaupa Valley.
It's this place again.
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