Elden: Ring of Calamity

Chapter 489 Sword Skeleton
Weeping Peninsula, Morne City.

Edgar noticed that his father had become much quieter recently. He always went to the top of the city wall alone, sat cross-legged on the battlements under Morn's flag, and quietly watched the rolling and changing clouds in the sky, from the frosty early morning to the setting sun in the evening.

He always carries that sword with him.

The sword is said to have been passed down from his great-grandfather to his grandfather, from his grandfather to his father, and his father will pass it down to him in the future.

But Edgar had never seen such a strange sword. It was much bigger than any other giant sword. Its entire body seemed to be randomly melted from thousands of broken weapons of different sizes, and finally formed an aggregate that could barely be seen in the shape of a sword.

His father would never refuse him from touching the sword, but even though he had been undergoing the most rigorous training in the family and was much stronger than his peers over the years, he was still unable to lift the heavy sword. The most recent time, when he was twelve years old, he could only lift the hilt a few inches off the ground with both hands.

He once asked his father the name of the sword, but his father touched his head and said that it had lost its name long ago and was no longer a sword, but the remains of a sword.

A sword is just a sword. If it is destroyed, it will just become scrap iron. It can be melted again. How can there be any remains?
Just like now, my father held it on his knees, stroking the rough sword with his broad palms, as if he was really facing a grave, remembering the long-passed old friend, and he himself gradually merged into the grave.

Edgar shook his head violently to dispel these strange associations, climbed up to the top of the city wall in a few steps, and handed his father the letter that had just been sent back from the front line.

"Father, Lord Jotun has come to report."

Norton Stanley took the letter and glanced at it, then said, "Gefuya and his 3,000 cavalry just passed through the Sacrifice Bridge last night. Earl Jotun asked me whether to launch an interception at the Piercing Fortress. Edgar, what do you think?"

"Stop." Edgar answered simply.

"Although Ge Fuya's reputation is not as bad as his brother's, the soldiers under his command were all trained by that old man Hoyle. Nine out of ten of them are not good people. It's fine for them to show off their power on the other side of the bridge, but since they have stepped into our territory, there is no reason to let them run wild."

Norton smiled with satisfaction, but his response puzzled Edgar greatly, "I'm not going to stop you."

"Why? Father, Greg's expedition to the east has caused so many people in the southern border to be displaced. Can we just sit back and watch Ge Fuya and let the peninsula become like that?"

"Let Earl Jotun lead a thousand cavalrymen to follow them. Do not allow them to leave the official road, do not allow them to contact the people, and do not allow them to get supplies anywhere other than the official post station. Let Ge Fuya come to the city of Morn to meet me."

Edgar was stunned for a moment. "You are planning to... But if that's the case, you have detained several waves of messengers from the East. His Highness Latan cannot confirm your intentions, so I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to trust us."

"My intention?"

Norton turned his head and glanced at his eldest son. "When did I tell you that Morn intended to surrender to Gaileed? I detained their messenger. Maybe I just wanted to use these heads to surrender to Stonewell?"

Edgar was furious and said, "The Morns will never bow to the Golden Tree! If you shamelessly surrender to Greg, I will stab you in the back!"

Norton retracted the big hand that had just hit his son's head hard, and said disdainfully: "You may not be very capable, but you have a big temper. If that day comes, you'd better be so tough!"

Edgar groaned, folded his arms and leaned against the battlement without saying anything else.

Norton glanced at his son and saw that he didn't want to talk to him anymore. He seemed a little bored. After calling the messenger to deliver the military order to the Piercing Fortress, the father and son fell silent. After a while, Norton put away the giant sword on his knees, jumped down the battlement and came to Edgar. He also stood with his arms folded and his back against the wall, and said, "Actually, your father is not sure what he thinks."

"You don't know yet, but the messengers who arrived in the past few days are not only from the East, but also three groups of messengers from the North."

"North?" Edgar's eyes changed. "Is it someone from Rodel? How come I don't know?"

"Don't say anything when you get out of here. Your father doesn't know any royal messengers from Rodel. The first two groups must have been sent from the southern border nearby, with visiting cards from the garrison. How could I give that old dog Hoyle face? I had the guards drive them back before they even entered the city."

"The last group was a bit strange. They sneaked into my bedroom last night and said they were the second-level person in charge of secret envoys. They wanted to talk to me directly on behalf of His Majesty Radagon, the King of Elden. I must respect His Majesty Radagon, but I have never heard of any secret envoys. It is impossible for a royal messenger to be so rude as to run into someone's bedroom casually. What if they disturb me and your mother from giving birth to your brothers and sisters?"

"Stop, stop, stop," Edgar quickly interrupted the old man's rambling, "So you arrested him too?"

"No, this guy who is hiding his head and showing his tail is obviously an assassin. Why catch him? He has already been killed and fed to the dogs."

Edgar: “.”

Now all parties are clearly waiting for the attitude of Moren City. Greg is the stupidest, wanting to use Gefuya's 3,000 men to directly threaten them. Rodel is the most anxious, wanting them to send troops to help deal with Gaileid's three demigods. Gaileid hopes that they will at least remain neutral and not interfere.

Galide's messenger has been detained temporarily, and you can still say that everything can be turned around, but when it comes to Rodel's messenger, it is estimated that he has been almost completely digested and discharged. Why are you still pretending to be a neutral person who wavers?

"Actually, it doesn't matter if we kill him. The first conversation has already been completed."

Norton smiled faintly, but his next words were not dull at all. Every word was chilling.

"The secret envoys showed up at home just to show us that they know everything about us and can control everything about us. Their willingness to sit down and have a good talk now shows that they respect us enough."

"I killed him to convey an attitude to Rodel. No matter who is behind them or how anxious they are, they should speak properly if they want to. If they can't speak, they should shut up forever."

"Next, before they see our final decision, there will be more messengers coming here. The difference from before is that Morn at least taught them what true respect is."

"Then shall we just keep waiting?" Edgar frowned and said, "Grek is no match for Latarn. The flames of war will eventually spread to Nimgefor's homeland. Morn can't stay out of it forever. He has to make a choice."

"Of course, we always have to make choices."

Norton skillfully covered his son's head with his big hands. Although the latter became more and more resistant to this action as he grew older, he still enjoyed it.

"But we still have to use our own eyes to see clearly the faces behind every mask, and see through the truth behind every promise. Morn has already lost the gamble once, and lost miserably. The country has been lost. This land and her people can no longer afford to lose again."

"The path Stanley has taken has never changed, and we can make a choice at any time - provided that they are really on the same path as us."

(End of this chapter)