Roy wears a raff collar around his neck and an indigo tunic on his upper body. The cuffs, neckline, and thigh-length hem of the robe are delicately embroidered with gold thread. He wears a pair of velvet breeches of the same color and a pair of calfskin riding boots underneath.

This dress made Roy very uncomfortable.

However, this is also something that cannot be helped. As soon as he got up this morning, before he could get dressed, he was blocked by Karn, who was leading a large group of minions.

"Throw away your Ranger trash," Karn said involuntarily, instructing the maids to dress Roy as he lectured him, "Boy, you are now the heir of a reclusive family, and today is the Day of Celebration, you can't wear your tattered clothes to shame people." ”

So Roy became a puppet for the maids, spending half a prayer hour washing and combing his hair, and putting on the fashionable aristocratic costume of the moment.

Had it not been for his fierce resistance, Karn would have almost had him painted with a pink eyebrow.

"Now the young people of the aristocratic circles are all ...... like this," Karn looked regretful after being rejected, "Are you sure you don't need to puff some powder?

"No!" Roy snorted.

This caused a burst of laughter from Elethea and Susan, who happened to come looking for him.

At this moment, Roy walked up to the celebration platform, and at the same time unnaturally loosened the raff collar around his neck with his hands.

On the celebration platform, Adolf, Samond, Elethea, and the major noble lords who were invited to attend, including Prince Anthony, all looked at Roy intently.

In their eyes, there is curiosity, appreciation, envy, and even a little surprise.

After changing into clothes, the mercenary who was thin but exuded a trace of sharp edge all over his body seemed to disappear all at once. In his place, he was a gentle and elegant aristocratic young man with an outstanding temperament.

His black hair was thick with a hint of curl. A pair of blue eyes are deep and charming. The lines on his face are not only soft and delicate as a young man, but also as tough as a knife and an axe after a mature young man has experienced wind and rain. And the long body wrapped in soft and luxurious long clothes gives people a leopard-like agility and vigor.

Many of the aristocratic ladies who attended with their parents looked at Roy with a blurred gaze.

Every beautiful girl has no shortage of suitors around her.

They had become accustomed to being crowded in the center at balls, to the compliments and courtesy of aristocratic youths who were beautifully dressed and well-behaved. They chatted with them, barbecued meat, hunted, danced, talked about painting and music, and walked in the beautifully landscaped castle gardens.

However, when this young man named Leo appeared in front of them at this moment, they suddenly found that the people, those things, those conversations, and those scenery in the past had become so boring!

Although they wore the same aristocratic costumes, in Leo's body, what they felt was a kind of wildness wrapped in gold thread lace and velvet, a kind of gentle and elegant, a kind of male and extremely fatal attraction.

And more importantly......

Everyone knows that this young man is the greatest contributor to the victory of the Demon War. It can be said that he single-handedly saved the whole of Lulian.

Today, he is the brightest star of this celebration.

Just thinking about this made the girls' breathing rapid. They looked at Roy intently, hoping that his gaze would linger on their faces for a moment. They were even ready to show off their most charming smile at that moment.

However, Roy apparently didn't notice the fawn-like gaze.

In the struggle with an uncomfortable new clothes, he walked onto the celebration platform.

And just as he stepped on the last step, suddenly, tens of thousands of people in the square erupted in a huge cheer.

"Leo!"

Everyone is calling the name. The roar was neat, fierce and without warning. It swept through the square like a tsunami, and it was overwhelming towards the celebration platform. For a while, the nobles on the stage were startled.

Standing on the stage and looking at it, the huge square is crowded with people and densely packed.

The soldiers of the Lurian Army, the mercenaries, the freelancers, and the common people all raised their arms and waved their fists at this moment.

Thousands of arms in unison, waving to the roar of "Riorio". Like a wheat field in a storm. It's spectacular.

Roy turned his head and stared blankly at the people in the audience.

This scene was completely unexpected by him.

A huge wave of sound came at him and crashed into his body. At the moment when he was drowned out by this voice, he only felt a tingling like electricity, crawling up his back, his heart beating faster and faster, blood rushing to the top of his head, and his skin was instantly crawling with goosebumps.

Ten years ago, he was just a little boy running in the wilderness.

At that time, he was in the company of wild beasts, lonely and far away from the human world. He didn't even know why people who looked like him lived in stone houses, like lambs in a sheepfold, in small towns.

He watched them from afar, only occasionally entering the town under the leadership of his grandfather William, selling prey for the necessities of life.

He watched children his size run and play, and watched people in the market smile, chat, say hello, and hug. Watch the carriage pass in front of you, watch the lords and nobles pass by under the escort of knights, and the people on both sides of the road take off their hats in greeting.

He was like a little wolf who had been led into the human world by William, and he couldn't understand it all at all.

Until seven years ago, he went to Pollabel.

There, he learns to get along with people, to put away his fangs, to live like a human being. He found himself in love with days like these. He met Tom, he met Daddy Ken, he met Aunt Mary, he met Sergeant Hans, and many, many others.

He learned to talk to them, to greet them every morning, to have them rub his hair or knead his face, to hide his likes in a disgruntled mutter.

This kind of life, like magic, silently changed Roy.

Roy himself didn't know how much he wanted to protect these beautiful things. It wasn't until Bollabelle's night, until Tom stood in front of him, that he realized that he had already unknowingly become one of these people.

He wanted to protect this life, just like the little box he hid in the hollow of a tree when he was a child.

The box contained his own teeth, shiny pieces of armor, beautiful glass beads, white shells, slingshots, and all sorts of boyish gadgets.

To everyone else, it's rubbish.

But for Roy, it was a treasure that could not be bought with any wealth.

So, he fought again and again. From Bollabel to the city of Medin, from the city of Muni to the fjord to the abyss.

On the surface, it seems that he was swept up in the whirlpool of war. But only those who really know Roy know that it was his instinct at all. Like a monster guarding its territory and its people, it growls and bares its fangs at any intruder that tries to get close.

Because he was burdened with too many responsibilities and secrets, Roy never wanted to be anyone's hero.

However, when the cheers and his alias resounded throughout the city of Muni at this moment, he was surprised to find that his eyes were a little moist.

The following people include more than 400 mercenaries who fought side by side in the abyss, soldiers of the Lulian Army, and many ordinary people and noble gentlemen who have never known each other. And at this moment, everyone is shouting their pseudonyms and cheering for themselves.

Looking back, Roy saw Adolf, Fano, Karn, Eretia, Susan, Abraham...... They were standing among the lords, looking at them with special eyes, smiling and clapping.

Susan even whistled.

"Alright," said the gray-haired, fair-skinned, chubby Samond, looking at Roy kindly, and smiling, "my hero, please come forward." I have been waiting for you here for several prayer hours. ”

This celebration is indeed a long process. From morning to now, it has been more than four prayer hours. As a royal envoy, although Salmond has awarded many individual and collective awards, only he knows that there is only one real object of his mission this time.

That's this brunette kid.

Therefore, it is not an exaggeration to say that he waited for Roy to pray a few times.

"I'm sorry," Roy smiled a little embarrassedly as he stepped forward and shook Sammond's hand, "Nice to meet you, Lord Sammond." ”

"It should be my honor, our hero. Sarmond shook his hand and gave Roy another hug, then smiled slightly and turned his head to look at the crowd below, "In my hand, I have a letter of commendation written by His Majesty to Mr. Leo. You should be wondering what exactly is in the letter, right?"

"Yes!" the crowd, which had just regained its calm, was noisy again. Everyone was urging loudly, and their eyes were shining with anticipation.

It seems that it was not a compliment to Leo, but to their own.

"Let's take a look. Massmond waved the printed cowhide envelope in his hand, then opened the wax seal with Edward's personal seal and took out a piece of stationery.

"Dear Mr. Leo, I hesitated for a long time to write this letter to you, for I did not know how to express my gratitude to you through words. Eretia has written to tell me everything that happened to Lulian, and everything is ......"

Roy's heart moved, and he turned his head to look at Eretia.

To the ears of others, there was nothing unusual about this passage. But he knew that this was Edward's use of this obscure way to show that he knew who he was...... WeChat public number ctao0202...... (To be continued.) )