"Catch Him ——!!!!"

The officer in charge of the trial howled at the top of his throat, as if to hide the fear in his heart. In fact, even the veterans who are always on the sidelines are the same.

With that hideous and distorted expression, the word "fear" was almost written on his face!

They didn't expect this wizard to really win consecutive victories, and they didn't expect that he would be able to defeat two well-equipped and well-trained squads after several rounds of fighting.

So they found that the situation was completely out of control......

The veterans could not imagine the outcome of this incident for His Highness Connad, and the officers did not dare to face the dead comrades, the only solution they could think of in such a situation was to completely wipe out the "source of fear".

Either way, they arrested him first, and when they were in a cell, they were left to their hands - crosses, waterboarding, soldering irons...... There is a way to make this wizard completely bow his head and confess his guilt!

Now is their last chance, the guards who came with His Highness Brandon have lost more than half a hundred men in the battle of the camp, and the captain of the guard has already been killed, and the number of soldiers in the fortress gate on their side is twice as many, even if His Highness is ready to make trouble, they have enough means to subdue it!

So...... People do lose a certain amount of reason and intelligence when they are in an overly emotional state of fear, anger, etc.—just like the veterans and officers nowadays have completely forgotten why His Highness Conod must have summoned Brandon to appear in the Broken Mountain Fortress.

"Boom ——!"

The soldiers of the fortress around the training ground had already set up their shields, their halberds were held flat, and the sound of marching forward in unison was like beating the drums of war!

Looking at the legionnaires who surrounded him in a circle, Loren's playful expression hooked the corners of his mouth, the black halberd shook a circle of spears in his hands, his footsteps turned sideways, and the barrels of guns flew up and down, suddenly rising and stopping in the blizzard. The halberd is held horizontally behind him.

At the moment when everyone was staring at him, Loren, who had just played it again, smiled contemptuously, as if mocking the officers and veterans on the stage who only dared to command the soldiers, and did not dare to approach in person, and his right hand that clenched the halberd loosened slightly, and then ......

Lost it.

He actually put a weapon... Lost?

"That big fool, did he come here to improvise?!"

The anxious little wizard tore through the crowd on both sides, and when he saw the black-haired wizard throw away his weapon, he couldn't wait to rush straight up and kick this stupid bastard to the ground!

Throwing away the weapon is not the same as giving up resistance?!

The officers and veterans, who were also stupid, immediately thought that the abnormality of the black-haired wizard was probably stalling for time - and their eyes immediately turned to Brandon's direction.

Brandon's guards on both sides did not take the opportunity to rush forward, and did not even move, but only formed a shield wall and confronted the fortress soldiers who were about to pounce.

And His Royal Highness the prince was still standing in place, with no intention of sneaking away at all, and he was still smiling brightly......

Drumming, clapping?

"Papapapa......" Brandon, who was full of interest, clapped his hands excitedly, raised his eyebrows, and the smile on his face couldn't have been more excited.

"It was a great performance – but then, it was my turn. ”

"Oh no, it's time for 'her' to take the stage. ”

With the thrilling sound of neat steps, hundreds of legionnaires rushed towards the black-haired wizard who had already "disarmed and surrendered" like a tidal wave.

Standing alone in the middle of the training ground, Loren is like a lonely boat in a storm, which may be completely swallowed by the rolling waves at any time......

"Boom ————!!!!"

The next moment, there was a sudden thunderous explosion in the sky above the fortress, and the legionnaires who had been charging a moment ago instinctively stopped and looked up.

No, that's thunder...... The smile on Brandon's lips grew thicker, and there was a bit of smugness in his bright red pupils.

It belongs to the Dragon King family, and belongs to Brandon de Salion's own "Burst of Thunder".

Mirasis!

The roaring dragon Mirasis descended from the sky, and stepped firmly on the ground the moment before it fell, its huge size shrouded the entire training ground in its (her) shadow, and its wings bulged like dark clouds, obscuring the sky and the sun.

"Boom ——!"

The four claws fell to the ground, and the loud roar and slight vibration made the stunned legionnaires witness the power and majesty of the dragon.

The soldiers of the fortress, who were originally about to rush up, immediately retreated the moment the dragon landed, forming a tight shield wall in front of the judgment seat, tense their nerves and keeping them vigilant.

The dragon lowered its head slightly, its eyes slightly open as it swept over the seemingly impregnable shield wall. Loren, who was standing in front, clearly saw a trace of contempt in those eyes.

The corners of the black-haired wizard's mouth showed a slight helpless arc.

Only a giant dragon like a giant dragon that can withstand a dozen high-level spells at a time and can sweep down the city wall with a single tail is qualified to disdain the elite legions of the empire, right?

Looking at the officers and veterans on the judgment bench who were also terrified to the point of speechlessness, Loren couldn't help but smile a little contemptuously - it seemed that they also knew very well that from the moment the dragon Mirasis appeared, no one dared to touch him.

Maybe someone could and would dare to do that, but it wouldn't be the two of them.

This sudden judgment can already come to an end.

"His Royal Highness Brandon de Salion——!"

Almost against the dragon above his head and the fear in his heart, the veteran standing behind the shield wall asked at the top of his voice, "What does this mean?

"Tear down the Broken Mountain Fortress, that's a lot of fun coming out of your mouth. Brandon raised his eyebrows and stroked the huge dragon head at his side, and Miracis's eyes clearly showed the emotion of "comfort":

"This is originally what Imperial Brother Conrad meant, if you have any dissatisfaction, why don't you discuss it directly with Imperial Brother?"

"But what you're doing now is simply trying to stop this trial!"

The veteran with a hideous face exhaled fiercely: "This is the Broken Mountain Fortress, the northern gate of the empire - even you, you can't interfere with the military regulations here!"

"That sounds even more interesting, when do I want to interrupt the trial?"

The smile on the corner of Brandon's mouth became more and more playful, and he looked at the veteran very seriously:

"From the first round to just now, have you seen me shout 'stop' - but once again, I will now apologize to all the loyal Imperial soldiers present in my capacity as the De Salion family!"

The veteran of the silence froze in place.

"What's more, this officer has already announced the end of the trial just now, right?" Brandon pointed at the officer on the trial table with his right hand and winked:

"So... Can you tell us the results now?"

"I... I—" The officer on the stage froze in place, and his trembling eyes did not dare to look at the veterans on the side, let alone the black-haired wizard and Brandon in the audience.

"Your Excellency, can you tell us your name?"

"Obey!" The officer, who was tense and suddenly straightened his waist, gave a military salute on the stage: "In Lower Vero Dover, the second sergeant of the Broken Mountain Fortress, and the reserve inquisitor!"

"Very well, Inquisitor Willow Dover, since you have declared the trial over, and have told us the outcome—is my wizard advisor guilty or innocent?"

There was a dead silence, and the officer covered in cold sweat bit the corner of his mouth and did not dare to speak.

"Brandon, you really won't let me be idle for a moment——!"

There was an uproar at the gate, and the veterans and officers on the stage changed their faces the moment they heard the voice.

The legionnaires, both the guards of the fortress and Brandon's, immediately raised their halberds and fell to their knees as if the rolling waves had been split from the center.

Loren, frowning, looked curiously in the direction from which the voice came.

Brandon's red hair and red eyes are similar, but both those eyes and lean short hair are thick and aggressive, like a raging flame.

It was a young man of a small age, but he had grown too old, and his crimson coat and delicate black armor made him look majestic, and he strode in the middle of the kneeling soldiers, and the middle-aged knight Ernst, who had come with Brandon and his party, followed him like an adjutant.

Brandon, whose expression had changed several times, blinked subconsciously and grinned with an incomparably bright smile:

"Oh... I'm still wondering when I'll see you, my dear......

Brother Conrad de Salion——!"