Royal Castle of New Garand.

At the age of 15, King Salada III sat on the highest throne of the castle with a golden crown, a gold-silk robe, and a platinum scepter in his hand.

Below him were the nobles and ministers of the kingdom, among whom stood next to the king was the diminutive governor of New Caland Azlan, followed by the president of the Warriors' Guild Beclange, who had a white mustache and a scar on his right eye, and Baron Andrégaya Stone, who had a gloomy and emaciated face and bloodless skin.

Because of the hot weather, most of the ministers were drowsy and tired, and they had no desire to go to court, and the formation was also scattered, and it seemed that they would collapse as soon as they pulled up. And the only baron, full of spirit, was terrifyingly gloomy.

Salada disliked him very much, but many members of his family died one after another, causing the king's appeal to become less and less. Perhaps the young Salada III would have liked to rule the country with the knowledge he had acquired as a teenager, but most of the ministers preferred to trust the cunning Baron Andrégaya rather than to obey the leadership of his own boy.

After a long time, Salada felt that there was no way to delay any longer, so he whispered to the Governor of Azland beside him, "Perhaps...... OK. ”

Azlan nodded, then cleared his throat and shouted, "With Your Majesty's permission, the dynasty has officially begun this morning! First of all, the minister will report on the situation of the previous week......

Before Azlan could finish speaking, a burly man squeezed out of the nobles. He came out of the crowd, in the great hall of the castle, knelt down on one knee, and held his right hand on the ground, and the sound was like thunder:

"Your Majesty, my son once led a force of 120 elite knights to support the Ilmari army fighting in the Inori Desert. But last night, the news came from the Ilmari that the army had been wiped out, and that there was no news from my son......"

"What do the Imares say?"

Salada felt a little uncomfortable. He glanced at the expressionless Andregaya, coughed a few times and whispered.

"Returning to Your Majesty, I'rmari only vaguely described the severity of the battle, without giving any specific information, and then asked us to send reinforcements. Nor did they tell us if I'rmari had sent an expeditionary force, let alone my son......"

Worry was written all over the man's face.

"Mikhail has always been a good boy...... Your Majesty, this march was also proposed by him himself, but he didn't expect ......"

"Hey...... How many troops do they want?" Salada sighed softly.

"They say that at least 500 or more Vasilian knights, otherwise it will not be possible to solve the current difficulties at all. ”

"Hmph...... In the battle of Enori, Ilmar only sent 500 men. They also want us to send another 500 men, plus the knights in front, which will already exceed the amount of assistance they had given us......" A nobleman standing below snorted coldly and said.

Then, many ministers chimed in, and some people held different opinions, and the current group of nobles began to openly fight in front of the king, and the more noisy they became.

"Ahem, ......be quiet," Salada III reminded hopelessly.

Only a few ministers listened, and the others continued to make noise. Salada was a little anxious and tapped his scepter, but there was still chaos in the castle hall.

"I ......"

"Knock...... Boom...... Knock ......"

Three faint cane sounds sounded inside the castle. Baron Andlegaya only moved his arm slightly, and the whole hall fell silent at once. He looked around with satisfaction, bowed slightly to the king, and showed some dispensable respect, and then spoke in a very cold voice:

"Your Majesty, I don't think it's wise to rush into the aid of Ilmari until we have figured out what I'mari is thinking and the dangers of the Inori desert region, even if they were once our allies. Moreover, what the other side needs now is not a large number of knights sent to death, but our statement, so there is no need for us to send some troops of Your Majesty's vassals. ”

"Oh?" said Salada shuddered. "Baron Stone, what do you think?"

"The Vasilian knights belong to the camp of the kingdom and are our inherent property, but the warriors of the warrior guild are not ......"

"Oh oh, I see!" Before Baron Andregaya could finish speaking, Becklange took the lead and gave a contemptuous look, and then responded to Andregaya's indifference in a loud and haughty voice. "You want to take advantage of our guild again, don't you? In the war a few years ago, you wanted us to set up the warrior guild branches in various city-states of Mercia to mutiny, so as to achieve the purpose of creating chaos, and now there is an accident in the desert, and you want to use our people, right? I tell you, old ghost, there is no way to ...... at all."

"No, no, Mr. Becklange, you got me wrong. Andregaya's gloomy gaze was cold again, but his tone was still terrifyingly calm, "Those Ilmaris in the desert don't matter at all, all we really need to do is express our attitudes. Isn't there also your branch in Nivazhan, and you can draw men from there, bear the will of your majesty, and join their army. In this way, if the mistake is also their fault, we do not have to bear any responsibility. ”

"Come on, old ghost, our guild is not affiliated with any country. Beclange's beard grew in anger.

"Then you can only ask Your Majesty to choose......" Andregaya smiled in his eyes, and made a very simple salute to the king, and then responded to Beclange's anger with a cold gaze.

The scene suddenly became tense, and the next process arrangement was extremely boring. The king didn't make any choice, but said to think about it again, and such a dynasty broke up so unhappily.

......

New Garand Warrior Guild Headquarters.

Beckranger angrily threw his saber into the corner, then sat down in his chair, suppressing the anger in his heart, barely trying to prevent himself from punching the room to pieces. The clerk walked in as if nothing had happened. When Bakeland saw his face, he was immediately a little deflated.

"Hey...... I hadn't been to Salada a few times, but every time I went, I was annoyed by that old ghost of Andregaya. Either they blame us for bad things, or they say bad things about us, intentionally or unintentionally. Go...... If it weren't for the headquarters here, I wouldn't want to see his old face, as white as if he had been sucked by a bat and bloodless......

"Yes, Lord. The expressionless clerk replied coldly.

Beckland sighed softly.

"I've heard that one of the Storm God knights in Andregaya's house has escaped and betrayed House Stone. This is a big joke, I forgot to ask him for this when I saw him today, and I must remember it next time. ”

"Yes, President, the one who escaped was none other than our acquaintance, Glisenda. ”

"Haha, I knew that. If that old ghost of Andregaya knew that this little girl was still one of ours, I am afraid that he would be so angry that his nose would be crooked, haha! Thank you for reminding me, I can't wait to see his face when he learns the news......"

Becklanger glanced at the clerk.

"Is there anything going on today?"

"Yes, Lord Elder, Sergeant Damac, who is currently stationed near Kingsbridge, has sent a message that the orc war there is not good, that their camp has been attacked by a sneak attack, and that they have sent an orc battle plan. ”

"What?" Beckranger glared and touched his white mustache with his hand. "When did the orcs have a battle plan?"

"President, check it out for yourself. ”

The clerk pulled out a yellowed piece of paper from the file he held on his chest and handed it to Beclange. After taking it, Becklange looked at it with a frown, and the shock in his eyes became more and more intense.

"It's over, now even orcs have such a high IQ. Beckranger pounded the table gently. "What does DAMAC need?"

"300 ordinary fighters and at least one gold medal fighter. ”

"What, gold medal warriors, why do you need high-end combat power to help...... Could it be that orcs, orcs are also strong?" Becranger pinched his chin with his right hand, rested his elbow on the wooden table, and his eyes fell on the magic hanging lamp overhead.

"That's ...... I remember that Damac seemed to be a Freetown native and a gold medal warrior of our guild, right?"

"He is currently ranked 11th among Gold Medal Warriors and 5th among Guild Berserkers. ”

"In this way, this person still has some strength, and he wants a gold medal warrior, I'm afraid he has his reasons. But I always feel ......," he said, glancing out the window. "Let's just follow his request, isn't it a bit of a loss of face? We have to at least go beyond the quota and show the old ghost Andregaya a little strength. Otherwise, it's not good for us to blindly tolerate and let the outside world see us as turtles with shrunken heads. ”

"What ......do you mean, President?"

Becklanger smiled.

"If we want to send, we must send our strongest combat power......"

The clerk was stunned for a moment.

"In that case, if Andrégaya has the whim to send us out a man with a very strong single ability, we will have a good excuse to shirk, don't you?" added Beckland.

"So ......"

"What are the ace fighters who are now active in Vasilia and can be easily contacted?"

The clerk paused for a moment, rummaged through the papers, and then spoke:

"Miss Grisenda has left Storm Fortress, and it's difficult to contact her, but other than that, we're all ......"

The clerk gestured to a name printed on the paper, and Becklanger nodded.

"It's not Glicenta, and there's no way to slap that old ghost in the face, but this one isn't bad...... When you go out later, remember to contact her with the magic crystal ball and ask her to rush to Kingsbridge immediately......"

"Yes. ”

"Anything else important?"

"One more thing, President, is the dragon slayer...... He's back here from Friegeld......"

Becklange's expression froze.

"What? want to find me?"

The Commissioner shook his head.

"The contribution points he gained from killing that dragon, as well as the proof of strength he possessed, are enough for him to become the tenth ace warrior of our guild. ”

"I know I know, just like he said ten years ago. Becklange narrowed his eyes. "Ten years ago he came to beg me to become a member of the Guild, and I rejected him, saying that he would become the youngest ace warrior in the history of the Warrior Guild within ten years, so now he has achieved his goal...... Hey, what does he want?"

"I don't want to do anything, he says he just wants to prove that we are looking at the wrong person. ”

"Yes, yes......" Beclanger closed his eyes.

"But the guild still has rules, if a warrior wants to be promoted, he must also complete the tasks issued by the guild himself......"

"Tsk, take him away, just give him a task. Like the Orcs of Kingsbridge...... We've all sent a white swan, and it's okay to send another dragon slayer. It's the orcs anyway, not us. If one day he suddenly came to the headquarters on a whim and came to take my life, it would be tricky. Take him away, and you'd better never come here......"

"Yes, President......"

......

New Garand Farmstead, next to a narrow tributary of the Blue Mist River. Surrounded by the river, there is a small pond. It's very secluded, surrounded by greenery and fragrant birds. Looking out over the plain not far away, you can faintly see a winding path leading to it.

Although it is very close to the big cities, it is rarely passed by, because not far away is a hill that is full of life but not trodden by many people, and the wilderness is often dangerous - no ordinary person wants to put himself in danger.

A quaint and simple log cabin built by the water. On the surface of the small pond, there are several swans with snow-white feathers and a lovely appearance. They frolic in the water, and their leisurely life is really enviable.

By the sparkling pond, a snow-white feather blanket is spread on the ground. A woman dressed in a white feathered cloak and a white gauze dress, with her skin like a celestial figure, sat with her long legs slightly leaned, carefully observing the feathers on her hands, and looking at the swans in the lake with a smile on her face. Her long golden hair was draped over her shoulders, she wore a wreath of gardenia flowers on her head, her eyes were full of affection, and her temperament was as noble as a swan floating on this water.

She was in a daze, when a white crystal ball beside her suddenly glowed, and a few lines of text appeared in it. She twisted her slender neck slightly, her moving eyes blinked, and she smiled and waved her hand lightly, erasing the handwriting in the crystal ball.

"The concubine has something to do......"

A very gentle, very seductive voice flowed from the two pink lips. The white feather, she still clutched in her hand.

......

In an unknown inn in New Garand, a red-haired boy of about seventeen or eighteen years old slowly opened an embroidered tin box. On one side of the table, there is also a mission book with the official seal of the Warrior Guild.

In the rusty iron box was a magical photograph that had gradually turned yellow. There are two people in the magic photo, one is a little boy with bright red hair with a more restrained expression, and the other is a little girl with short brown hair who looks more lively.

With his right hand, he picked up the second item in the box: a necklace with snake teeth, and was silent for a long time, gritting his teeth.