Shortly after stepping out of the teleportation array, Moira began to look around uncontrollably. At first, she was a little reserved as a queen, but it didn't take long for her to seem to have completely forgotten her identity, and she turned around and asked the paladin who was escorting them curiously: "Where is that dragon?"

“...... Not here, Your Highness. The paladin replied respectfully and vaguely.

Even with all his worries, Ante couldn't help but laugh: "You don't think they'll let a dragon walk around here, do you?...... Where are you keeping it?" he asked, turning to the paladin, nonchalantly.

The reply he received was equally respectful and vague: "We didn't lock it up, Your Majesty. ”

"So it's not dangerous at all?" Moira's blue eyes lit up, "Will it listen to you?"

Ante smiled helplessly—she probably really thought of the dragon as the saint's pet in the temple

The young paladin blinked, as if at a loss.

"Oh, I wouldn't describe a dragon like that. ”

A low, smiling, somewhat disrespectful voice replied in his place.

Ante turned around and saw another group of paladins escorting a tall northerner towards them. The man was about forty years old, wearing a black cloak embroidered with gorgeous gold trim, short blond-brown hair, a beard of the same color that was obviously well-manicured, slightly convex cheekbones, a high nose, quite dignified, but his skin looked a little rough and black, and his words and deeds were too casual to make it difficult for people to judge his identity and status for a while. The attendants who followed him were still very young, and they were always looking left and right. The light and elastic steps seem to jump at any moment, although it is quite flattering, but it is obviously not a noble child.

"Have you seen it?" Moira didn't care. Just excitedly asked.

“...... Sort of. The man replied with a smile and bowed to her with a slight exaggerated salute, "Borena Dejuri." What a pleasure to meet you, Queen Moira—you are as beautiful as the legend says. ”

Moira giggled and returned the salute.

"And you......" Breena turned to Ante, "it must be the fortunate husband, King of Rutgar, Ante Bofford." ”

"Above the Holy Land. There are no kings and queens. Ante bowed his head slightly, "We are all but servants of the gods. ”

"As you say. The newly succeeded king of Anktann raised an eyebrow and smiled, "We should have a drink for this......" He turned his head and patted one of the paladins on the shoulder. "Please, tell me you've got a drink...... You can't drink alcohol in the temple, right?"

"I can't help it, Your Majesty. The paladin who escorted him was much more lively, and replied with a grin, "Besides, we also invited the dwarves...... Without wine, they would probably tear down the temple. ”

Borena patted him the shoulder and laughed. Ante couldn't laugh a little.

Borena De Juri ...... One killed his own father. The man who took the throne of his own half-brother, or the man who was wronged and came back from the dead, favored by God—it doesn't matter which is the truth, what matters is which is more beneficial to Ruttger...... It had been suggested that Ante send troops to Anktann on the grounds of the former, but given the fierce folk customs of his northern neighbor, he cautiously chose to sit on the sidelines.

Now it seems. He can probably only admit the latter...... Joaquin Dejury was notoriously ungodly, and his son was apparently not a devout believer. Sean would invite Borena to come here to prove the certainty of the news from the spy he had planted in Anktane that Borena had indeed come back from the dead in a duel, or at least recovered from his serious injuries, and that it was a young water priest who had saved him......

Ed Singer, nephew of Scott Crieses...... Why does it all seem to be inseparable from Scott?

Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, Ante smiled and walked side by side with Borenna. Moira kept asking about the dragon, but Borena was vague in her answer, but he soon succeeded in directing Moira's attention to the legends of the May Festival.

Before the end of a short story about the soul of a recalled drunken husband who strayed into the body of a dog, they had already reached the door of the banquet hall. Ante breathed a sigh of relief - he didn't want Moira to like the gruff folktales.

Browder Shanks hurried up to them. The paladin, who had only returned from Tonbuch yesterday, was tired, refreshed, and well-looking—but all eyes were drawn to another figure for a moment, and no one even paid attention to what he was saying.

In the corner of the hall stood an elf, bowing his head and talking to a gray-haired, calm priest. The priest has the thick skeleton of a northerner, and even in his advanced age, he still looks tall and burly. The elf was more than half a head taller than him, but almost half his width, and stood there like a tall silver tree. His long silver hair hung down like waves to the elf's waist, and his floor-length gray robes also glowed with silver, making him look like he was shrouded in hazy starlight from head to toe, and even his delicate features were blurred, revealing a bit of mystery.

"Hmm...... I've seen elves, too. Borena touched his chin with interest, "But that one...... What do you say, the elves of the elves?"

"He is. Browder, who was ignored, smiled, "That's the Elven King Payne?" ”

"He's ...... Beauty. Moira exclaimed in a low voice, but with some uneasiness, she turned her head and asked Ante in a low voice, "Isn't that the right way to describe it?"

Ante had not married Moira when he went to visit the Elven King in Grivar, and there were no suitable opportunities after that...... It was the first time she had met the Silver Leaf King.

"Totally fit. Borena nodded earnestly, but his smile was a little ill-intentioned, making one wonder what he was thinking.

Ante smiled in agreement and remained silent. He knew that the Silver Leaf King had been invited...... But Payne usually chooses a proxy among the royal family instead of showing up in person. Even for Ante's coronation, Payne only sent his own uncle......

Lord of Visa. Quelin Ayer, Count of Karna, came over and saluted his king and queen respectfully, but soon turned to the three dwarves with beautiful copper beards, for the city of Visa. The gemstone business is, of course, more important than the king...... This Ante is understandable.

He looked around the hall and saw more priests or paladins who believed in other gods, Viylan, the god of the sun, Hines, the god of storms, Jora, the goddess of dawn, and Anduhe, the god of the mountains...... He even saw two diminutive southerners, with their distinctive blue slanted robes and small pocket knives adorned with jewels around their waists, indicating that they were from Freeport Neo......

Heavy and powerful footsteps rang out behind Ante, and two Black Rock Dwarves walked in silently with their trademark serious faces and long black mustaches braided.

They seemed a little surprised to see the red-bearded people, and Browder hurried to meet them. Explained in a low voice. The Black Rock dwarves frowned and shook their heads, discussing with each other in a thick and vague dwarven language, but finally stayed.

But Sean Fletcher never showed up - he invited almost all the rulers of races, nations, and free city-states on the entire continent. Himself nowhere to be seen?

"It's definitely going to be a good show......

He heard Borena muttering to himself, but he didn't know who was the real protagonist of this "good show".

"It's hilarious, isn't it?" said the black-haired woman in the shawl, narrowing her green eyes slightly. There was a lazy smile in the corner of his eyes. "It's been a long time since I've seen such a lively scene." ”

The young man who was a step behind her replied resignedly, uneasily tightening his cloak. The spring afternoon sun is warm and warm without being overly bright, the breeze that sweeps across the prairie gently stirs his hair, the smell of rosemary has begun to fill the air, the noise of people all around, the jugglers are skillfully tossing five or six glittering daggers in a hail of cheers and exclamations, and the bard's shamisen is inadvertently poured into his accompaniment. There are even animals that are not afraid of humans because they have never been hunted, and do not flee into the forest, walk around the crowd. Calmly looking for food......

The noise and joy evoked some distant memories in the young man's heart, but it was even more uncomfortable for him—he had become accustomed to living in the dark, exposed to the sun, in the midst of the crowds, and made him feel as if he had no clothes.

Not far away, a paladin in full-body armor walked slowly, his eyes full of wariness hidden in the shadow of his helmet.

The young man lowered his head in a panic and almost tripped over a clump of cornflowers, which had been trampled by the crowd.

Lydia chuckled and pulled him, "Did you see the girl you liked? ”

Her fingers were unusually strong, and they were like cold iron rings around her arms.

The young man smiled awkwardly, barely composed.

The paladin, who had stopped his tracks, walked away in silence and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Lydia let go of her hand, still with a sweet smile on her face.

“...... Lydia?" someone called out in surprise.

The young man's body stiffened, but the female mage just turned around with a calm expression and greeted lazily: "Long time no see, Gage, did Eren call you?"

The middle-aged man known as Gage lifted his shabby fur hat and grinned, "Who else remembers an old guy like me besides him...... The gods are above, and you haven't changed at all. Where did Eren get you? I haven't heard from you in years. ”

"It just takes some alone time. Lydia lowered her eyes, a hint of sadness in her smile.

"Of course, of course...... Gage's face was filled with sympathy, "Hey, how about a drink in our tent?" Goodyear would be glad to see you. ”

"It couldn't be better. Lydia smiled and walked beside him, waving the young man without looking back.

"New friends?" Gage asked curiously.

"New apprentices. Lydia replied lightly, "Not very smart, but obedient enough." ”

The "obedient apprentice" lowered his head deeply.

Gage's tent was small and rudimentary, and Lydia slipped into it without care, while the young man waited obediently outside—he wasn't invited.

At first he could hear a few laughs coming from the tent, then it suddenly fell silent, and it wasn't long before Lydia came out bored.

"Idiot. She sneered and cursed.

Even though he knew that it was not scolding himself, the young man couldn't help but wince.

Lydia ignored him. She just reached out and swept away the black hair that was piled up on her shoulder, and looked around at the hustle and bustle of the crowd around her, every fresh life, every happy face.

"It's going to be a good show. She chuckled and whispered.

(To be continued......)