"He looked, in pain. The wolfwalker glanced worriedly at Lothar on the ground, who was still asleep, but the hideous expression on his face and the swaying of his limbs indicated that he was in torment. Of course, the mage saw this, but he didn't mean to stop, and the dreamcatcher in his hand was still swinging according to a certain pattern. Cheese shook his head indifferently, Hearn's hand was still in the Count's hand, which meant that Lothar could wake up from his dream at any time if he wished. But this young Montenegro is still holding on.

"There are many things that we experience because of our own limitations, and we are not enough to realize the inner connection of things. Re-reading memories, especially in a fragmented way like dreams, can bring to the fore many things that would otherwise have been overlooked. However, this is not all good, emotions are a very unstable factor, and the memory puzzle derived from them is likely to actively ignore some objective factors. "It's as if those conscientious healers will only remember the people they didn't save, but they will forget how bad the environment was at that time, and in the end they are left with deep self-blame." ”

"Sounds dangerous. The werewolf shrugged, "Will he be able to hold it?"

Cheese shrugged, "He's the toughest fighter I've ever met." Then he looked up and saw the green wolf eyes, "At least one of them." But let's be honest, no one will know how strong the human heart is until it is really tested. Now, it's time for him to be put to the test. Protect him in between. ”

"Your will, my sir. Jack nodded, he understood the meaning of the mage's last words, and in the time that the three of them had stopped, some hungry monster had already peeked around with what they thought was hidden. The Wolfwalkers' muscles gradually swelled and were ready for battle.

Jack wasn't the only one who was ready for battle.

"Ha, ha, ha..." There was already a small trail of water on the ground in front of Lothar's eyes, caused by his sweat dripping. The senses of hearing and touch are almost useless under extreme fatigue, only vision is still struggling to support, and fainting can come at any time. But even so, Lothar had no intention of stopping.

Not yet, reached. The thin arm lifted the heavy tomahawk with difficulty, and slashed it towards the dummy in front of him with all the strength of his body!"Poof!" Even without the edge, the weight and strength of the axe was enough to break through the outer layer of the dummy's leather and force the straw inside. "Young Master, please stop, you have done a good job!" The head steward and attendant of the Black Mountain family rushed up with towels and drinks, and looked at their posture, unless Lothar cut them down with the axe in his hand now, they said that they would stop the child at all.

"Let go of me, I can still practice!" the boy roared, struggling out of the people who cared about him. He looked like an angry lion cub at this moment, showing his developing fangs to everyone around him. And this kind of behavior may be able to intimidate others, but it can only make the real lion laugh.

"Let him go, I'll practice with him. The man's voice sounded, and the crowd, which had been noisy just now, instantly fell silent. Everyone, including the head of the Black Mountain family, immediately saluted the man who spoke after seeing the man's face. "Your Majesty. "The king of the Greylion, Hernsigt, appeared in the school yard dressed simply, and his clothes showed that he had arrived shortly after he had not even changed his clothes. "Take up your weapons, my Count. ”

Lothar staggered as he pulled out his tomahawk stuck in his dummy, and confronted Siggert without saluting or greeting. Although he knew that the person in front of him was his own king, and he had always taken good care of himself before, the Count of Montenegro at this time had long been unable to take care of other things, and there was only an endless fire in his heart. The flame burned him, scorched him, and forced the child to vent his pain in the most extreme way.

Faced with such a Lothar, Sigurt waved his hand to the attendants around him to retreat. The king casually pulled out the wooden sword he had used for practice on the school field and played it twice in his hand. "Look at us, Lothar, children with weapons, adults with toys. Isn't that ironic?"

"I, swing it!" the boy dragged his iron axe and charged towards Sigget, swinging his weapon again, not thinking about the consequences of the man in front of him if he didn't dodge or parry the blow. However, it is true that the king of the blue lion does not need to be cared for by others.

With his right foot forward, his right hand moved with it, and Siggert drew his sword cleanly, and the tip of the wooden sword was in the middle of Lothar's right wrist without deviation. The pain caused the young man's right hand to loosen, and the weapon that had been raised in front of him was instantly removed from his hand and fell straight to the ground. "Continue?" the king's wooden sword swung freely in his hand, apparently not considering Lothar an opponent at all. But if this is really the case, why is the look in Siggett's eyes so solemn, although his tone is frivolous and smiling, but there is only sadness in his eyes when he looks at the young man.

"Bang dang!" weapons, I don't know how many times they fell to the ground, and in the face of the skilled king, Lothar, who only acted by brute force, had no chance of winning. This time, the handle of the iron axe struck the Count's feet, and the pain made him unable to stand up straight, and he did not pick up the battle axe on the ground for a long time. Siggert felt that the time was ripe, and asked, "Why don't you write back to me? I've invited you no less than ten times in the past few days, right?" Why don't you come to the royal capital?"

"I'm the lord of Montenegro, and I'm not going anywhere. This is my home!" Young Lothar shouted at the king, but to his surprise, when he heard the shout, Siggett raised his leg and kicked Lothar in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

"Fart! Your present virtue is worthy neither to be the Count of the Grey Lion nor to be called the Black Mountain. Just a spoiled bastard, a useless thing. The words were cold, and they hurt the boy more than a wooden sword on his hand. Young Lothar didn't understand why the king said that about him, but now Lothar did.

The scene changed again, and he came to the king's study in the castle of the royal capital. Lothar was almost as tall as the king by this time, and the desk, which had been unattainable when he first arrived, was now a little low. "You're going to take this crusade?" Seegett, who was still the same as he had been a few years ago, looked at the letter of wish in his hand, threw it on the table, and asked the young man behind the desk.

"Yes, Your Majesty. I'm ready. "The voice that has changed its voice has lost its childhood innocence and has become low.

"Are you ready? What are you ready? Can a rookie who hasn't been on the battlefield ever dare to say he's ready?" said Siggett as he tapped the table with his knuckles, and slapped the table with a slap on the table when asked the third question.

"I can take on three of your knights at the same time, and I feel like I'm ready. Lothar was silent for a moment and said.

"Heh, three knights, needless to say Leon, you can't even beat Gregory in a one-on-one duel. They're just afraid to do it because of your title. Do you really think of yourself as a genius?" said the king, shaking his head.

In normal times, Lothar would have stopped talking about it, but this time it was about whether he could participate in this battle, and he didn't want to miss this opportunity, "I never thought of myself as a genius. The blue lion doesn't need a genius either. We are knights, and we only believe in the skills we have trained and the experience we have gained in battle. Talent is the most unreliable thing. ”

"Hmph, that's right. I guess what Marcus taught you?"

Lothar nodded, it was indeed Marcus who asked him to memorize what he had said to deal with the king, and it turned out to be effective. The expression on Sigget's face calmed down a lot, and he looked at the boy, as if he had returned to the time when he went to Montenegro to lead the child back to the royal capital semi-forcedly.

"Do you still dream of your parents?" asked the king suddenly.

"Yes. ”

"Do you still think it's unfair? Why is it that you have lost both parents, but other children can have their parents with them? ”

"No, it won't. ”

"Oh? Why?"

"There are also many people who have lost their parents because of robbers, disease, unjust sentences. I'm not special. ”

"In that case, why do you still want to go to war?"

"I'm a warrior, and I can't contribute to the rest of the kingdom like Marcus did. Even if I did inherit the Black Mountain Lord, I would be a terrible lord. But I still want to do what I can. I am willing to fight for the kingdom so that more children do not need to lose their loved ones. ”

"That's what Marcus taught you?"

"No, he taught him too long for me to memorize. ”

King, smiled. Lothar couldn't figure out what he was laughing at, even if he had relived the memory from a dream.

"I've already decided who will go on this expedition, but even if I don't decide, I won't choose you. You're still too tender, take this and go find Leon. You go and give him an adjutant for a while. Siggett pulled out a letter from a drawer that had been written long ago and was covered with fire paint, and threw it to Lothar.

As the Count walked out of the King's study with joy, he faintly heard Sigget say a word.

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