The fighting in England became more and more intense, but one day when Arian Heard passed through a certain place and ordered the army to be stationed, Roland secretly left the main army alone. He spent a great deal of time tracing his route, and finally found a desolate grave in a ravine. It seems that no one has taken care of it for many years, and the tomb has long been deserted, only in front of the towering tombstone, the name of the owner of the tomb can still be vaguely recognized.

Roland looked up at the moon in a foreign land, picked up the flask and poured it hard, letting the scorching liquid turn into a line of fire that burned down his throat and into his stomach.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Even if he is an old drunkard, he is still a little unable to deal with the spirits produced in Desmond. The knight coughed loudly, and he didn't know if he was coughing too much, and there were even a little tears in his eyes.

"I'm old, I can't afford this little wine."

Roland sighed lightly, and casually threw the flask that he usually regarded as a treasure on the tombstone in front of him. The icy liquid gurgled out of the bottle, soaking a large area of land in front of him. By the cold moonlight, Roland's drunken eyes widened, and he made out the names on the tombstone one by one.

The figure in my heart has long faded, leaving only the names that have never been forgotten. Roland pronounced the names all the more familiar—just as he had done so many years ago. It's just that at that time he was still a strong and powerful young man, but at this moment he ......

"I can't see clearly."

"Sister Balalaika is really, why do you have to write your name and engrave something. Neil, if you like to eat chicken legs the most, I'll carve a chicken leg for you. Nathaniel, you said that you would go back to your hometown and get married after the war, so she would carve a woman for you. Ceci, you always say that you can't eat enough, so I'll draw you some loaves of bread. Hey, that's a ......."

Roland chuckled and sat down slowly with his back against the tombstone: "It's clear that everyone will make money together, drink together, and fight together." You bastards left me one by one and ran away first...... Well, after so many years, it must be lonely, right? I'll be with you soon. ”

"That little girl from Joachim even said that I would live for three years at most. Hmph, isn't it just that the dark injury has not healed for more than ten years, and I was hit by a stupid dragon a while ago, and I have been injured a few times recently with Arian Hurd. Three years, hum...... Won't this girl lie to me, I don't know my own situation. But by then, Lloyd should have grown up, and maybe he will be married, so he shouldn't be too sad......"

"It's a shame that I haven't seen Lloyd's children yet......"

"Ah, I said that I would protect Ellie until she became a beautiful woman...... Hahahaha, that little girl, although she is a little stupid, but if she teaches her well, she should also ...... The little bastards in Sunday school are bastards, but I'm relieved to see them so rogue ......"

"It's a little bit of a pity, but young people are getting better and better. Maybe a bad old man like me is the best choice to make good use of his residual heat before he is swept into the garbage...... I'm a little unwilling. I used to be, but I also wanted to be a true knight who was admired by everyone like Skywalker. ”

“…… As soon as people get old, there is a lot of nonsense. Old guys, it's time for me to go. ”

Roland babbled for no longer knowing how long, until his body was wet with dew, and then he struggled to stand up and walked out slowly. In terms of age, he was actually younger than Bismalco. But years of fighting have already exhausted the potential of this body, and not only that, but the pain has turned into the scythe of death, dragging him towards the abyss of death little by little.

"Slow down, slow down, I have to look at ...... more"

The old drunkard was talking nonsense, and I don't know if he really drank too much. His steps became unusually difficult, and a faint mist appeared in front of him, blocking his vision. The old drunkard rubbed his eyes, not very concerned, but continued to move in the direction he came, according to his feelings.

"If you don't go back soon...... Hey? ”

Out of the habit of mercenaries, Roland had already made a concealed mark when he came. The road is also unusually flat, and there is no terrain that can make people get lost. But when the old drunkard struggled to separate the layers of thorns, he saw not the familiar road. It's just that Roland looked at the beautiful scenery in front of him, and his heart was full of surprise.

The newborn sun tore through the darkness and illuminated the world. Under the sun, the crystal clear surface of the lake reflects the sun's golden light. And next to the small lake, on a square stone, an ancient long sword was radiating a brilliant light.

……

"Roland, where have you been?"

"I'm going to look for something that's long gone...... Fortunately, fate has treated me well, and I can still find it. ”

Arian Hurd touched the hilt of the Sword of Victory and looked strangely at the smiling man in front of him.

The man was still that drunk, full of alcohol, and he was not at all popular with any woman. But his body......

Something weird more.

It seems to be ...... The glory of the martyrs?

……

[The rise and fall of prosperity and decline is a historical common sense - there is no such thing as an eternal state in this world, especially in this era of infinite acceleration through the leading revolution, it is particularly important to have the will to guard. Human beings are by no means powerless, and their infinite possibilities sometimes even have the power to subvert the times and drive history itself forward. 】

[--But what happens if people who maintain the same fervent will turn against each other?] The answer is simple, the weak will will be swallowed up by the strong will, and the flames will burn bigger and bigger in the collision. When such flames spread across the earth...... All kinds of justice and ethics will be melted by the heat, and the world will be completely covered in a flame. 】

[This vast land is a chessboard full of infinite possibilities, and I put everyone, including myself, into it as chess pieces to play a thrilling and ups and downs game. So what kind of game is the world now? 】

Completely ignoring the fragmented thoughts of a certain ball of light, Cynlos poured a glass of wine for the man who was a little haggard in front of him, but with a dazzling light in his eyes...... Under the glaring gaze of a young man, Sinlos filled him with a glass.

"I'm sorry, Louie."

"No, Sinloth." Louy, who had visited all night, shook his head, and he showed a slightly bitter smile. After drinking the cloudy liquid from the cup, the Governor's son's eyes grew brighter and brighter, almost too bright to look at - just like the madman next to him who was bent on becoming a Norman governor.

"Although the choice was a bit painful, this time, it allowed me to show my will in front of everyone. If you are willing to give up, you will get if you are willing to give up. Pleasing everyone is the path only the weak will take, and I will prove to everyone that bloodline is not everything! Compared to that waste-like brother, I'm the best Governor of Britannia! ”

Ah, one of you wants to be the governor of Britannia, and the other wants to be the Norman governor. is really a man with great ambitions, which is enviable.

"Louie, you're drunk." Regardless of the somewhat mentally abnormal guy, Cinnlos turned his head and looked at William: "So what are you here for?" Are you here to pay back the equipment money you didn't give last time? William, you are indeed a good friend of mine. ”

Hearing her husband's strange and sour words, Madame Fanzhuo, who was mending the tattered Sound Nest robe by the light, stopped what she was doing and threw a roll of the eyes at her husband - no wonder Sinloth's tone was so strange, it was a good time to hug his wife and do something fiery at night, but he didn't expect the two plague gods to rush into Madame Rosa's manor and have to drink with him.

It's going to be very upset for a man.

"Hey, Xinluos, the money thing is slowing down, I've been a little tight lately."

William smiled, not caring about Sinloth's bad attitude. The previous war dividends were really a lot, but William expanded his army again for the hatred in his heart. Money is spent like running water, and money is naturally relatively tight.

In fact, William and Sinloth have such a good relationship, in addition to the fact that both sides really need each other's strength, Sinloth's unscrupulous attitude is also a very important factor - although William is sometimes quite annoyed, after all, he is a duke. But this attitude of completely ignoring the aristocratic class, and being close to you just because he likes you, plays into William's weakness.

He had been lonely for far too long, even more so after Matilda's death. Now, there is no one who really regards him as a friend and is willing to draw a sword to help him - although he has been saying that he is insane, Sinlos has indeed been supporting him. The so-called repayment of the money is probably more of a pretext.

Xinlos bared his teeth and stopped mentioning the repayment of the money.

William poured himself two sips of wine, and taking advantage of the slight drunkenness, the Duke looked at the Earl of Van Zhuo again, who seemed to have no interest in anything: "Now that Governor Allen and the Boneless are fighting fiercely in Scotland, it is the time for us to make a difference. I've been thinking for the past few days that Tirbitz has such a big hull advantage, and she should make better use of her advantages...... Sinlos, your army is almost as well cultivated, isn't it? Just like last time, the three of us, let's go together! ”

"Glory and riches await us!"

William said, not knowing whether it was alcohol or excitement, and his whole face lit up. Just in the face of the eager gaze of this bad friend, Sinloth just stretched out his middle finger.

"Get out." (To be continued.) )