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The Radiant Emperor was left alone in the room with the Grand Duke.

Achilles, the boy of Lorcadan, followed by Edmund, the knight of the silver dragon, as they walked through a cold, dark hallway, through the hall and the clearing.

Achilles panted, struggling to keep up with the Silver Dragon Knight.

The conversation between the Radiant Emperor and the Grand Duke of the Imperial Front aroused Achilles' curiosity and imagination somewhat, but no one knew what would happen next.

At this moment, no one knew what was going on in Achilles' little head.

"The Radiant Emperor must have a way." Achilles thought to himself. Although the idea is optimistic, at the end of the day, he believes that the Radiant Emperor can do anything impossible.

Passing through the hallway, straight through the hall, suddenly turning into an unfamiliar corner. Continuing down the stone path, Edmund, the silver dragon knight, seemed to get impatient with Achilles' lack of fast pacing.

Without saying a word, he stopped abruptly, grabbed Achilles by the collar, and easily sat him on his shoulder.

For Edmund, the Silver Dragon Knight, Lorca-dan Boy Achilles was as light as a feather and weightless at all.

"You wet little." Still, there was no complaint in Edmund's tone. It's just a soldier's attitude, accepting the weirder parts of his own position, and taking care of a milky kid for the time being.

Achilles sat on Edmund's shoulders and felt like a rock underneath his ass, cold and hard.

"Lord Knight of the Kingdom of Carmellot, can you tell me what kind of person he is your Duke?"

During the questioning, Achillest deliberately added the other party's title to show respect.

And the knight of Edmund is not a man of words, he will not answer anyone's questions lightly except for the questions of his superiors.

It's just that for Achilles, Edmund found that he more or less liked this kid, especially the way he spoke, and the person who brought him to hold the Dragon Badge, everything that happened today made Edmund feel unusual. "You're talking about Prince Behringer!? Well, he's a funny guy who is good at dealing with other people around him. Crowned the Grand Duke of Lol Cardin last year, he is also a capable ruler and a strong and proud knight of the Golden Dragon. ”

Edmund gave Achilles a brief answer, then tilted his head slightly, his eyes glancing upward, silently waiting for him to say the message of 'King of Lorcadan'.

However, Achilles' thoughtful eyes had already turned away, and he did not continue to speak for a while, which not only made Edmund feel silent and hovering over this kid, but also made him muttered in his heart, "This is really a shrewd little cub." ”

Prince of the Kingdom of Carmelot, Grand Duke of the Imperial Palace, a capable ruler, a strong and proud knight.

From this string of titles, Achilles believes that the Prince Behringer should not pose a threat to the Radiant Emperor.

Unfortunately, he couldn't ask any more, because he couldn't reveal everything about the Radiant Emperor.

Sitting quietly on Edmund's shoulder, he eventually went up the stairs at a corner to a large kitchen with a yellow light.

Edmund kicked the sleeping chef on the ground.

Then he turned, grabbed Achilles by the shoulder with one hand, and placed him on the cupboard, just near the warm fireplace.

One of Edmund's hands deformed the chef's collar, and it didn't take much effort to pull a large man weighing three hundred pounds out directly from under the table.

"Who is it? It's night, and if you want to get some extra food, you have to be respectful to me, and two silver dragon coins are indispensable. "Fat cook, sleepy-eyed. When he realized what was happening, he muttered dissatisfiedly, but he didn't seem to recognize who the person in front of him was.

When he finally opened his eyes, he immediately exclaimed, "Oh, it's Lord Edmund Knight!" It's so late, what do you command. ”

"Buckle, go get some food and feed this kid." Edmund Knight cherishes words like gold.

In this innocuous conversation, Achilles looked around at the large kitchen, where the smell of food and beer mixed in, and the smoke and grease of some wood dripping into the flames. The flame in the fireplace was more than twice as large as the one in the previous room.

There was a rumbling sound in his stomach, and in five years, in Achilles's memory, he had never eaten a full meal, let alone been hungry all day since he had beaten the black bread of the previous evening with a sip of ancient milk wine.

Edmund and the fat cook, what else they said, Achilles didn't listen to and didn't care.

The temptation of food lay ahead, and the hungry Achilles, dazzled by it, no longer wanted to pay attention to anything else. Until a fat palm suddenly held Achilles' chin firmly and twisted his face in the other direction, which made Achilles startled.

"Oh, this little cub, pure Lol Cardan blood. I've never seen such a small Lore Cardin. Black hair and black eyes, like a work of art. ”

The fat cook studied Achilles' face in the light of the fire, his palms kneading as if he were handling a grass carp to be slaughtered.

Achilles and the other looked at each other, the chef's face was so fat that it had no edges, and the color of his face seemed to have been baked by flames for a long time. His eyes are brown rather than pure black, his fingers are long, his hands are flexible, and he has all kinds of unpleasant fishy smells on them.

The chef's face got closer and closer, "Who did you come to the Ice Fortress with?" ”

Whatever the fat chef was thinking, Achilles struggled to break free from his grasp, but the powerful palms kept him from retreating. Therefore, Achilles could only glare back at him with a cold look, and when he saw a sudden look of horror on the cook's face.

Achilles narrowed slightly, as if he thought it was useful, or not at all.

It was Edmund Knight who snatched the fat arm, and in fact, the Silver Dragon Knight had not used his strength to let out a pig-like scream.

The sudden onset of severe pain caused Chef Buckle to bend over and bend his legs at the same time.

"Bakir, believe me, your hand is not worthy to touch him, do what I tell you to do." Edmund's eyes narrowed, with a commanding tone.

In fact, Edmund Knight didn't like the fat chef at all, including the food he cooked.

The knight of the silver dragon who was canonized by the king himself, in the border lands, Edmund could not stay for a few days a year. And inside this fortress, there were many slaves like Bakr cooks, who came from barbarian villages.

Edmund Lisso's movements made Cook Buckle's arm cramp and pain, causing all the cheese he had just picked up in his hand to fall, but with Edmund Knight in front of him, the chef had to bend down stiffly to pick it up, and then pat the dust on it and hand it to Achilles.

Grabs the cheese and stuffs it in your mouth.

Achilles stared at the cook's arm, the arm that had just been grabbed by the Edmund Knight, twitching and trembling from under the thick coarse cloth sleeves, as if he had been slashed.

This had to make Achilles look in a different way. From the diagonal top of the edge of the plate in front of you, revisit Edmund. At the same time, he couldn't help but think, "I don't know who will be stronger in terms of the strength of the Radiant Emperor compared to the Silver Dragon Knight in front of him." ”

In Achilles' memory, his birthplace, the arm strength of a Lorkadin warrior could split a frightened reindeer in half in half.

Despite the bloody scenes in his mind and the complicated smell of the kitchen, the smell of grease and the smell of food had already caused Achilles' stomach to shrink suddenly. So he didn't stop for a moment.

Edmund looked at Achilles' eating, quickly turned around and walked over to the fire, cutting up a large piece of bone-in meat that was large enough for a grown man to eat. Still on Achilles' plate, he said with interest, "Eat, little cub." ”

Thanking the Silver Dragon Knight in his eyes, Achilles wasted no time as he tore open it with his hand and shoved thick slices of hot flesh into his mouth, still dripping with oil.

Even at the age of five, Achilles knew in his heart that bread and cheese would not be enough to have a body as strong as the Carmellot Silver Dragon Knight in front of him.

Chef Buckle shrugged, glanced at Edmund next to him with some fear, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, took off the hat that made him sweat profusely, and fanned the wind while wearing an embarrassed almost, "Lord Edmund, this little Loel Cardin cub looks good at his appetite." ”

Achilles didn't like the fat chef Bakker, and even though it was the first time they met, he even had a little disgust with that face.

After dinner, Achilles followed Achilles and did not like the fat chef Buckle, even if it was the first time they met, and even a little disgusted with that face.

After dinner, Achilles followed the Silver Dragon Knight down the stairs from the way he came, and after a few corners, he walked a long way. Until the smell of animals came from the front.

Standing in the empty square, by the light of the torches, Achilles saw many animals moving and breathing in the stables.

There is also a foal, which catches the eye of Achilles. The foal, which was pure black without a hint of variegation, looked up at Achilles, his eyes filled with curiosity.

"Do you like it, Achilles?"

When Achilles turned his head, he didn't know when the 'Radiant Emperor' was already standing behind him, and behind the 'Radiant Emperor', there was still a smiling ...... Prince Behringer, the swaggering Grand Duke just now?

What the hell happened in the room where the Radiant Emperor and Prince Camelot were left alone in the Grand Duke!?

This was not just a question in Achilles' head, but also a question mark in the mind of Edmund, the knight of the silver dragon.

"Edmund, untie the foal at once and give it to the young ...... Knight. Prince Behringer, who was standing beside Yang Jiangong, decisively gave this order.