Different from the cold winter, the imperial capital in early summer is already an extremely lively scene.

The death of the old king in the palace did not seem to cause an uproar, but was a good news of the Warcraft Mountain, which swept the streets and alleys of the imperial capital for a while.

Now everyone in the empire knows the news, after the archbishop arrived at the Monster Mountain, all the demons were killed by the archbishop on the spot, and no demon dared to step out of the gate of hell for half a step.

On the streets of the imperial capital, almost everyone talked about how the archbishop saved the Ghaneman Empire.

"The archbishop is so powerful, he can turn the whole battle around by himself!"

"Yes, I also heard that the archbishop has stepped into the realm of the Fa God, which is the strength to destroy the heavens and the earth!"

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Listening to the voices of those people in the imperial capital, Dylan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

In their eyes, it seemed that only the Archbishop of the Holy Light was the true hero of the Empire, and they did not seem to have much awe for the soldiers who died in this three-year-long battlefield.

How would they have known that thousands of names would be added to the huge white stone tablet in the imperial capital!

In these three years, how many soldiers have lost their young lives, and how many families have been torn apart?

Few people seem to care about these.

Dylan walked slowly towards the huge stone monument in the imperial capital, and as he passed by a flower shop, he bought a few extremely beautiful carnations.

When he came to the towering white stone monument in the imperial capital, he saw that there were already many people here.

But judging from their expressions, words and deeds, they should all be family members or friends of the dead soldiers, and there are very few people who really spontaneously came to mourn the heroes of the empire!

Dylan climbed the stairs and walked directly below the stele, and when he looked up, he saw the sun shining on the snow-white stele, with countless dazzling lights flashing on it.

It was a list of names written in gold paint.

This stele has been built for more than ten years, and it is already densely covered with the names of the soldiers of the empire who have died in the past ten years.

And at the bottom of the stele, there is a marble slab inlaid with several large characters carved on it - the Imperial Monument of Meritorious Service.

Dylan took a few steps forward and came to the stele, his hand gently rubbing the white stele's surface, it was smooth and cold to the touch.

Even in the early summer sun, the stele was still very cool and did not feel warm.

He walked slowly around the stele, and finally found a name with a relatively new color in a very inconspicuous corner—Mark.

Dylan slowly crouched down, then placed the flowers in his hand at the foot of the stone tablet.

As if sensing that his position was still too high, Dylan simply sat on the floor, almost flush with the name.

"I've been to see your daughter and she's really lovely. Dylan said with a smile, "My sister-in-law is also very good, and she has been very polite since she learned my identity." ”

Speaking of this, Dylan suddenly stopped, tears couldn't help but roll in his eyes, his throat felt as if something was blocked, a little uncomfortable: "It's just that little Zoe keeps asking me where Dad went." ”

Dylan paused, wiped the corners of his eyes, and then continued, "I told her that you went to fight monsters, in order to protect the people of the empire. Little Zoey ran for joy, saying that she had known that her father was a great hero. ”

Speaking of which, Dylan really couldn't say any more, and the innocent eyes of the little girl kept echoing in his head.

He knew that as little Zoe grew up, she would understand sooner or later that it was nothing more than a lie, but Dylan hoped that day would come later.

After all, for a child who is still mentally fragile, losing his father prematurely is in itself an extremely cruel and painful thing.

After calming down a bit, Dylan continued to say to the somewhat dazzling name: "No matter what, you are a hero of the empire, at least in my eyes forever!"

He then glanced at the names of the other heroes, his eyes full of awe.

After a moment of silence, Dylan slowly stood up and said, "Okay, I still have some things to prepare. I heard that tomorrow night the Empire will also hold a triumphal banquet, which is just the opportunity to ask for an explanation for something. ”

After saying this, Dylan turned to leave, and at the moment of turning, he waved his hand: "Old friend, I will come to visit you from time to time in the future." ”

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At the same time, many nobles of the empire began to prepare for tomorrow night's triumphal banquet.

The old king had just passed away, and the empire shouldn't have had a feast, but the archbishop killed a large number of demons this time and helped the empire survive the greatest difficulty in its history, which definitely deserves the entire empire's celebration.

Moreover, according to the requirements of the new king, the funeral of the old king was simple and without fanfare.

The nobles of the empire regarded this banquet as an excellent opportunity to socialize. After all, the war with the demons has just ended, and the new king will come to the throne, and he will inevitably reward a group of new nobles with outstanding military achievements.

With such an opportunity to make friends with new nobles, how could these old nobles, who are as shrewd as foxes, miss it?

Even, some people have begun to arrange their single sons and daughters, asking them to find a "favorite" object at the banquet. Of course, the criteria for judging "favorites" are quite special, and they mainly depend on the level of combat achievements.

Many nobles have heard that during this war, many young people became famous in the first battle and established good military achievements.

Such as Dylan, David, Roddick and others.

Although these young men were still young in the legion, few of them could match them in terms of combat exploits.

The most important thing is that these young people have not yet started a family, which is the most critical information.

And all the aristocratic men in the empire almost all set their eyes on Amy. It's just that many people know that Amy's personality has always been relatively indifferent, and she doesn't look down on ordinary people at all.

However, such a fire rose is more flavorful, and it will make many men have a strong desire to conquer.

Before tomorrow's banquet, Dylan still has a very important thing to do, and that is the rebirth of the dragon Trupp.

Ever since Dylan returned to the Imperial Capital with the "Horn of Death", he could often feel that the horn of the dragon would suddenly become hot.

Dylan has been puzzled by this phenomenon, wondering why Dragon Horn reacted this way.

After Dylan thought about it carefully, he had an extremely bold guess: Could it be that Trupp's body is near the imperial capital?