You and me under the world tree

But today is completely different. Recently, he even felt that he couldn't sleep well.

"Really..."

With a wry smile, the young Raven Warrior just poured himself a cup of strong tea and drank it down.

In addition to being warm and moist, the taste of the strong tea seemed a little bit bitter, just like his heart.

However, before he could think about anything, there was a knock on the door.

"Tsk..."

When he heard this voice, Half's mood, which had gradually improved, turned into a bad mood.

"Who?"

"It's me, Half."

The person who spoke was his good brother who had fought with him until now.

After hearing his voice, Half's distorted face suddenly relaxed.

"Bodwall?"

"Ah."

"come in."

After getting the approval, Bodwall walked into the room.

Immediately afterwards, the man with the title of 'Little War Bear' couldn't help but frowned.

"Don't you light a lamp or something?"

"I don't think so..."

"Then you don't rest?"

"Can't sleep."

"alright."

They were originally brothers who fought together, but now, although Bodwall is only an adjutant of the Raven Legion in position, they have other people such as Wittsag who don't have so many distinctions between superiors and inferiors.

Because they were originally killed together from the small mercenary group.

Therefore, Bodwall didn't care much at all.

In front of his boss, he quickly found the candle from the drawer by moonlight.

By this, the candle was lit.

"What are you doing here when you're bored?"

"What should I do after I talk to you, I'm not blind."

Just like that, Bodwall sat in front of Half.

"What are you going to do?"

Chapter 75: Self Doubt

There were no pleasantries, and no other tactful prelude.

In front of his old friend Harff, Bodwall just entered the theme directly and casually.

And the kind of honesty he showed, even Halfh couldn't help but be taken aback.

It had been many years, and he still hadn't fully gotten used to Bodwall's overly blunt attitude.

how to say?

Although Harf himself is not the kind of guy who likes to play tricks.

If he liked and cared about that position, he would not have taken the initiative to leave that miserable court.

However, compared with him, Bodwall, who was born in the folk, is more 'straightforward'.

Even, this kind of straightforwardness can be regarded as rude at all.

However, Bodwall is completely different from those other boors.

The others, including Wittsager and others, were really rough-and-tumble, and they didn't even know what was going on until now.

But Bodwall is different.

In Harff's memory, he was the first person to follow him. Although he looked rough, his mind was very delicate.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

"Well, how much do you know?" he asked

"It's okay, I can probably guess why you are distressed."

Having said that, Bodwall paused for a moment.

"Actually, you've been frowning since we went to Strath town together a week ago, and I saw strangers there."

"Can you still recognize strangers?"

"It's that feeling... After all, we've lived here for more than a year, haven't we? We're all familiar with the residents around us."

It's just a feeling, and there's not even any evidence for it.

However, in front of Bodwall, Half could not say anything negative at all.

Perhaps, he himself didn't need to bear the pressure of himself alone.

After realizing this, Harff suddenly relaxed in his heart.

"So, you saw him meet me?"

"Well, but what did I care about at the time, but your reaction worried me a lot."

reaction?

When Bodwall mentioned this, Half's expression suddenly became subtle.

"Am... so obvious?"

"Well, it seems obvious to me that you've been very preoccupied since you got back from Strath."

"alright."

He didn't continue to argue with Bodwall about this matter, and Half just shook his head involuntarily in the end.

Then, after hesitating for a moment, he spoke:

"He is from Denmark, and he came here specially from Wartooth King City."

"Ah... Sure enough."

Bodwall just nodded slowly without showing any particularly surprised expression.

Although he frowned subconsciously, it was just that.

Nothing to be nervous about.

"I was thinking, you are considered a high-ranking and powerful person now, why should your family start contacting you, after all, Denmark is not very easy now."

"Ha... In fact, they were in contact before, but I mostly ignored those news."

Having said that, Harff poured himself another cup of strong tea.

But after taking such a sip, he lost his previous thoughts.

Perhaps it was because the arrival of Bodwall relieved the bad mood in his heart a lot.

He wants to relax a little.

In this case, strong tea is obviously not suitable.

The increasingly bitter taste made him decide to put the whole pot of tea aside.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a bottle of mead from his cabinet.

"Come and drink with me."

"Bring alcohol in the barracks..."

"It's not a state of alert now, this kind of thing is turning a blind eye."

"Row."

Although as an adjutant, Bodwall still attaches great importance to the discipline of the legion.

But he himself is a rough guy after all, and he also likes to drink, so he is half-hearted in this regard.

"So, did your family members start contacting you long ago?"

"Well, just when Studus of the Gothic Kingdom was madly attacking, my... father."

At this moment, there is an extremely obvious long tone and pause between Harff's words.

Anyone can see that he doesn't accept the title of 'father' very much, not to mention that he has been away from the court for too long, and this title will hardly appear in his mouth.

And the reason why he can subconsciously reflect this title is all due to the royal education he has received.

"Forget it, I don't even know if my father still remembers me as a child who is 'incompetent' in his eyes."

Having said that, Halfu couldn't help shaking the wine glass in his hand.

Under the illumination of the candle lamp, the mead exudes a sense of golden illusion, which is extremely fascinating.

"But no matter what, the people in Denmark have come to me after all. They hope that I can speak a few words in front of His Majesty, so that Gothic can at least ease the pressure of attack."

"That's bullshit."

"Yeah, it's impossible, but being able to think of me also means that they have nowhere to go."

"Those people didn't consider your position either."

"Yes."

For this, Harff still agrees.

To put it bluntly, if the old king Elf still cared about his "eldest son" who existed as an illegitimate son, even if he cared a little bit, he wouldn't do such a stupid thing as a king.

He is just a legion commander, and what he holds in his hand is just a legion.

Even though Siegfried gave him full trust, this trust must not be squandered.

"I like the Netherlands very much, and I have no intention of leaving, so I just let it go, and before that, those people came to me again."

Half did not continue talking. After drinking the mead in the glass, he just stared at his friend.

"Bodwall, do you understand?"

"Understood, I can even guess what those people said to you, it's nothing more than military power."

After all, the military power of the Netherlands was firmly controlled by Siegfried.

As king, Siegfried was the supreme leader of all legions in the Netherlands.

But now, the news about His Majesty Siegfried being poisoned and his life and death unknown spread rapidly, which will naturally attract the attention of some people.

After all, he himself has no heirs.

Once Siegfried died, it meant that the Kingdom of the Netherlands, which had finally reached its peak, would decline.

Even split directly.

Once split, all legion commanders who hold military power can be regarded as candidates for the royal family.

This is the default rule for Atrium worlds.

But if you think about it carefully, would those people in the Kingdom of Denmark stand by and watch an illegitimate child who was not valued achieve such a high achievement?

impossible……

At least in Bodwall's impression, Elf actually has a good face, and he doesn't like being criticized.

Therefore, there is probably only one message from the people in Denmark: send troops to support and return to Denmark.

After all, it doesn't seem to be difficult to send troops to attack the Gothic city of Beian from the fort near the Jura Mountains.

Even, this can also play a containment role.