Diana left.

The emperor stood alone at the top of the tower, overlooking the sunset, standing with his hands in his hands, looking very lonely.

But soon, the footsteps of Morgan and Fastia fell into his ears, "Your Majesty, the Great Demon has been defeated, Your Excellency Othello has informed the city defenses, and the griffin knights will arrive in about ten minutes." ”

After saying this, Morgan paused, "There is one more thing, that is, about the champion of this martial arts conference. ”

The Emperor said, "There is no doubt that the champion belongs to Constantine. ”

However, his identity is very sensitive. Morgan pondered, "According to custom, the champion of the martial arts tournament can be knighted, but after all, he is the former prince of the Duchy of Azero, if he does..."

The Emperor was a wise man and quickly understood what he meant, and if Constantine's identity was revealed and he accepted the title of the Empire, it would undoubtedly be a huge blow to the Azerotans who rebelled against the rule of the Dragonlance Dynasty.

For the Holy Empire, this is tantamount to missing a golden opportunity to deal with the Dragon Lance Dynasty.

However, the Emperor only smiled slightly, "I naturally have arrangements, you can rest assured, my marshal." ”

......

on the Avenue of Roses.

Carrying a black war spear, Auphilo hummed an unknown ballad from a certain place in the Dragon Lance Dynasty, walking briskly and leisurely.

However, Rommel, who was walking next to him, was not as leisurely as the tune that Ophiro sang, and he looked preoccupied.

"Uncle Ophero. Rommel finally spoke, "What should the dynasty do with the fact that Constantine is the widow of the Grand Duke of Azeroria?"

Auphilo glanced at the juniors beside him, "That's also a headache for the royal family and the group of old guys in the family, why are you a little guy worrying so much?"

"Besides, he also won the championship of the Martial Arts Conference, and it will be difficult for the Holy Empire to do it now!"

Ophiro chuckled and glanced back at the large arena behind him, his eyes playful. "You've been dealing with him for a year, what kind of person do you think this kid from the Elliottard family is?"

Rommel thought for a moment, "Calm, intelligent, forbearing, very strong in swordsmanship, can be said to be a first-class bounty hunter, and..."

The Dragon Vein Warlock smiled bitterly, "I thought that the only thing I could beat him was in magic, but... As you can see, his magic power is not very high, but his casting speed and skill are almost comparable to that of a veteran Crown Mage, and when it comes to magic, I am not sure that I can beat him now. ”

"This is an all-round monster, maybe he can't reach the height of His Highness Kayan in terms of individual strength, but from another level, he is a very dangerous enemy, for the dynasty. "At least, he's a lot better than me now." ”

Auphilo's eyes flashed with approval, "Very well, you have improved a lot, boy. ”

"Huh?" Rommel didn't react.

"You admit the fact that he is better than you, and you speak calmly without any reluctance, which is a great improvement over you before. ”

Ophero picked up the flask and took a sip, "The sign of a person's strength is that he must admit that he is a weak person in some way, and in time, you will leave behind all the little cubs in other families whose hearts are higher than the sky." ”

"Of course, it is undeniable that the men of the Elliottard family are all remarkable. ”

Ofiro touched the stubble on his lips, "Constantine's father was my idol back then, and even the royal family couldn't wait to marry little Gayan to Winterfell, didn't he just want to win over the strongest sword saint in the Northlands?"

"Unfortunately, everything changed that night. Ophero looked up at the gradually deepening night, and said in a somewhat emotional tone. "The world is impermanent, huh... How did I run out of wine? ”

......

Constantine woke up on the large bed in the "Bird of the Woods" hotel.

After fighting for a whole day, the opponents were still Roland, Nightmare, Younas, and other rare continental powerhouses in his life, even though he was always full of energy, he was extremely tired, and he fell asleep after returning to the hotel.

This sleep is two full days.

He had a very sweet dream, in which he returned to his homeland, where he had grown up, and sat in a chair by the fireplace in the Grand Duke's palace in Winterfell, listening with great interest to his father's tales of the valiant knights, and from time to time clapping his hands excitedly and shouting.

The mother stood by the window, looking out the window at the snow, her back was beautiful and picturesque.

Then he woke up.

Rubbing his swollen head, Constantine slowly got up, his face extremely pale.

After a day of high-intensity fighting, his physical and mental strength were very depleted.

As he walked out of the door of the inn, he was wondering where to get a bite to eat, when a carriage stopped in front of him, bearing the mark of the Glorious Holy See.

A priest dressed in white stood beside the carriage and, seeing Constantine, bowed respectfully.

"Your Excellency, Your Excellency Morning Star, for your outstanding performance in promoting chivalry at the Martial Arts Conference, and for your meritorious service in standing up in times of danger for the Empire, I ask you to go to the Temple of Radiance and receive the reward from His Majesty the Pope. ”

Very officially, Constantine could even read a little envy and longing in the young priest's expression, he did enough to make a cross, and followed the high priest into the carriage.

With a hiss, the carriage sped by, and the scenery outside the window receded one by one in Constantine's eyes.

Along the way, the priest also said to Constantine in a rather flattering tone, "This is a day carefully chosen for you, and if you go a day earlier, you may not even be able to enter the door of the Great Temple." ”

"Now the entire imperial capital is praising your heroic deeds of fighting against the evil mage and saving His Majesty the Emperor, you may not know that two days ago, many people in the empire who admired you blocked the square all day long, wanting to see your demeanor with their own eyes!"

Constantine was stunned for a moment, and then laughed dumbly.

Every boy who grows up in the dead of winter has dreams of becoming a hero since he was a child, and he is certainly no exception.

It's just that many years have passed, and that simple dream has gradually dissipated with time, and now it has fallen on his head again in such an unexpected way.

Anyway, it's really nice to be a hero.

The carriage drove into the city of Olipia, an ancient city as majestic as Constantine had seen it at first sight, and the scenery and layout along the way had not changed much.

The only thing that has changed is that Constantine found that every street he passed by would find something related to him.

Posters depicting members of the Blue Group were displayed in the streets, portraits and albums of Constantine were displayed in the windows of bookstores, and replicas of crystal swords and silver masks were displayed at the entrances of many shops.

Passing by taverns and inns, Constantine heard the poets reciting poems written in his honor by the bar, and recounting in an exaggerated tone the story of the "Morning Star" wielding a crystal sword and slaughtering all sides in the Colosseum.

In the mouths of poets, "Morning Star" is depicted as a genius boy from the bottom of the bottom, but with great ambitions, and dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, because he witnessed the injustice of the world, so he went out of the mountain with a sword, went through various adventures and came to the Holy Empire, and finally won the championship of the martial arts conference as he wished, so that many girls who were not deeply involved in the world listened to it fascinated.

It's just that what makes the protagonist Constantine smile bitterly is that many plots are the result of this group of bards, and many deeds that can't even be found are also placed on his head one by one.

"I've never done anything like stabbing the Abyss Demon King to death with a single sword, and I can't do it yet, and I haven't done anything like beating a few Sanctuaries to the ground and escaping, my mother must have done it many times when she was young. After hearing all kinds of flashy plots, Constantine silently complained in his heart.