Law of the Devil

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(second today ~)

Chapter 349 [I'm a Rollinist]

“I know you must have a lot of questions in your heart right now, or you must be scolding me in your heart right now. Scold me dirty, scold me asshole... oh, I almost forgot, you are me, I am you, so I'm sure you should be very similar to me. So, my dear Dewey, don't yell at me for not having a son or anything. ”

Dewey sees more and more fire in his heart, this bastard Aragon, he is so annoying, but he leaves this kind of boring speech behind. Tell me the theme!!

But unfortunately, after looking at the whole page, Dewey suddenly found herself molested, molested by Aragon and molested by another herself.

Because the whole page didn't say anything real, and when I saw the last sentence, Dewey was barely breathing blood.

“I know you must be crazy to see this place. My dear Dewey, I'd really like to see you with my own eyes and see another self, but unfortunately, when I'm reincarnated, I don't think I can remember that. Anyway... well, good luck, everything is possible as the future continues. Finally, answer one of the biggest questions in your mind right now and why my relics are in the Rollins' house. Um, please turn to the next page. ”

Dewey's face rose red and he held on to the urge to throw this thing out of his hand, then pressed his anger and turned the next page.

The next page is much less content. Above the page, a large badge symbol. This symbol, Dewey, is somewhat strange.

A knight's long sword, sword handle and blade blade, wrapped around a thorny blossom pattern, but this is not the Royal Royal Medal of Roland, and under the blade is a burning flame.

Face this somewhat strange badge, at the end of the page, with this line of words.

“Declaration of the Knight Regiment of Saint Laurent: End of my bloodline, the age guards this continent. End of my blood, time guard Thornflower Totem! ”

When Dewey saw this place, his doubts finally dissolved. He slowly placed the gold book on his knees, then rubbed his temple and laughed bitterly.

“I see, the Wuhun family, the Rollin family, are actually descendants of the knights in the Knight Regiment of Saint Rolan...”

The Knights of Saint Laurent fought with Aragon in battle. Twelve Knights of Saint Laurent were said to possess the strength of the Knights of Saint Laurent, but their identities remained a secret, in preference to every Knight of Saint Laurent. No one knows who these people are, where they come from… Even these people end up disappearing into the mist of history, and no one knows where they went.

As if this powerful and mysterious Knight had disappeared since Aragon's death.

Now think... Rollin Family, Knight Regiment of Saint Rolan?

Well, guard the continent, guard the thorns.

Indeed, hundreds of years ago, the empire faced a crisis of collapse, and it was not the famous ancestor of the Rollins who stood up and conquered the world, helping the Augustine dynasty accomplish its most glorious military work, guarding this empire with thorny flowers as its totem, without perishing!

Looks like it's in line with the Knight Saint Laurent's Code.

However, this secret… does the successive heirs of the Rollin family later know? Do they know that they are descendants of knights in the Knight Regiment of Saint Laurent? Know your family's mission?

Now, at least one thing Dewey can confirm is that his father, old Raymond, shouldn't know! Because if Raymond knew the mission, then at least he would tell himself or Gabriel, and if his mission was to guard the empire, he would not start a coup d 'état.

Of course, these are mere speculations.

Dewey thought about these thoughts in his heart, and then he turned a page —— the last page.

The blind eye swept on the last page, and Dewey was suddenly thrilled by this image! His pupils suddenly contracted, staring dead at the content on this page, for a long time, without a word.

This last page, again, is a diagram, and the graphical content, it's kind of amazing!

A teenager, dressed in a magician's black robe, lay still on the ground, under him, blood flowing on the ground, and this teenager, closed his eyes, his face was calm, as if he were dead...

No, not as if, but as if dead! Though the scene doesn't explain it, somehow, Dewey's heart was born with this firm idea!

And standing next to the teenager, a beautiful figure, a strange and gorgeous armor, full of hollow patterns, whose appearance is amazingly beautiful, but only a few pens, outlines a stunning shadow.

More importantly, the person's head, slightly pointed ears on both sides, revealed its identity.

“Elves? Could it be the elves? ”

This beautiful elf, with one hand gently clamping an elongated silver wire, and the other hand, holding an elongated sword, sword over the sword, is bleeding.

And Sword Feng...

Put it on the ground over that teenager's heart!

Dewey looked at the painting for a long time before finally smiling.

“... am I dead? Killed by an elf? ”

He also tried to flip down, which, unfortunately, was the last page, and there was nothing left behind.

Dewey's mind inevitably got a little confused. Sameer next to her also saw the last image. Her expression was also a little strange. She saw Dewey's emotional changes, as if she wanted to say something comforting, but didn't know what to say.

Saimer barely said, "Don't worry, it's just a painting. You, you've got a lot of talent now. Who can kill you? Besides..."

Dewey grinned. He touched his finger on the back of the Golden Book, but touched it slightly uneven, looked closely, but added a line of words.

“The future continues and everything is possible. ”

Dewey repeated this sentence gently, over and over again, as if he was obsessed...

Elf... Hmm, Elf!

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The next day, Dewey was in his father's room, and the father and son had talked all morning. Dewey told his father about his plans, including the re-establishment of the Rollins' private army in the Rollins Plains, as well as plans for the formation of his envisioned army.

“Fifty thousand is enough, and if there is more, there is no need. I think the Empire will soon be launching a campaign against the Northwest Army in the coming year. I have to build a credible army as soon as possible in a year, or else, in that northwest part of the country, I'm afraid, under the war, I don't even have the capacity to defend myself. The sparsely populated northwest requires an adequate troop strength, as well as support from the family! The Rollin Plains have been run by the Rollin family for centuries. The soldiers recruited here, both morale and loyalty, are more reliable...”

Before Dewey finished, Raymond, lying in bed, interrupted him: "Do as you say. ”

“Hmm?” Dewey dazed for a moment.

Old Raymond coughed a few times and looked at his son: "You restored the family, you can say that you gave it rebirth, everything, do as you want. I believe in your abilities and in your judgment, since the Northwest War is about to begin... then this is also an opportunity to restore family fame! I am confident that, under your leadership, the glory of the Rollins will rise above the continent in this war. ”

Dewey was somewhat surprised: “Father, you mean…”

“Everything is in your hands. If you need to recruit, you can go. You can take whatever you want. As long as it's on the Rollin Plains, you can take it! ”

“But..." Dewey hurried: “This built-up army needs you to command it! ”

“Me?” Old Raymond's face flashed a little dark, and then he smiled and looked at his son: “Dewey, I'm old and proven, I'm a loser. And... I can't help you command this army. ”

“Father, although the Regent has not restored your title, this army, you can command secretly, you are the chief of the family, and I do not think it is against the laws of the Empire. ”

“It's not a problem. My son.” Count Raymond's eyes are exhausted: “My son, I'm old! And I know my body, and I'm afraid it's hard for me to live to see the Rollins rekindle the day! ”

Dewey frowned, he saw his father's heart was cold, his body was a little weak, but for a warrior, he should be able to recover, his father was not old, he had just been defeated by past failures and destroyed his confidence... at least Dewey himself thought so.

Looking at his father's weakness, Ben Dewey also wanted to mention the Golden Book he had found and ask him about his father's mission regarding the descendants of the Knights of Saint Laurent...

But the questions came to my mouth, and I swallowed them all back. Looking at the weak father, Dewey decided that these things, don't worry about an old man any more.

“I've made my decision.” Raymond lay in bed, his eyes were not half as proud as they used to be, but at this moment he was filled with love, looking at Dewey, his voice was a little dull: “I made a mistake, a big mistake, and I didn't trust you! And after that, I won't make the same mistake again. ”

As soon as Dewey was warm in her heart, she heard Raymond whispering to herself: "Son, you, come here a little closer. ”

Dewey moved over. Old Raymond struggled to sit up and then he stretched out his thin hands... for God's sake, when he saw his father's thin arms, Dewey freaked out!

Is this Father? Is this the name of the Empire who once stood above the heavens and the earth? Is it the rebel lord who dares lead tens of thousands of troops into the palace?

Look at the hand the father extended...

“Father, you...”

Old Raymond smiled as if he looked at Dewey and slowly said: "Dewey, stop talking about the family, now... I just want to hug you, my son! ”

Just want to hug you, my son.

At this moment, Dewey suddenly wanted to cry.

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The Rollin family recovered, the news spread out, quickly spread throughout the Rollin Plains, the people of the Rollin Plains, already full of belonging and pride, immediately fell into a boiling carnival!

Soon, the order to re-establish the accelerated militia was issued, and in several surrounding towns, all recruitment sites were lined up in long lines, and in some places, crowds had blocked the entire street.

Everything went extremely smoothly, and, quickly!

The Rollins originally had private armies, which were forcibly demobilized after the Rollins had been convicted, and the good soldiers, who had left the army, replied back home, mostly picked up farm tools and became farmers.

But after the news came, many places on the Rollin Plains appeared the same, such a strange scene: many farmers who heard the news lost their hoes almost immediately, then flew home, turned out their armor and sword from under the bed when they joined the army, then fled on horseback and ran towards the nearest city to themselves!

One at a time, one at a time… These people came together on the roads of the city, and many looked at each other implicitly, and they didn't even say hello, but the farmers who had just lost their farm tools sat on horses, facing each other, and went straight to a military ceremony.

A special military ceremony in a Rollin family private army!

Perhaps a sentence could represent the feelings of the Rollin Plains at this moment.

In a small town, a farmer rushing to a recruitment site, rushing to the road, crowded entrance to the city, and a dispute with a merchant team from outside over the hijacking of the road, he said this:

“Don't call me Kurt Province. I'm not Kurt Province. I'm Rollin! Rollins!! ”

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