Drake walked out of the hall in a rage, and many knights followed him. There were also scattered cheers from all around.

Stone saw with tears in his eyes that nearly half of the knights in the hall, especially the young knights, and the knights he was about to lead were clapping loudly.

Stone was tormented by a knife, and although he had won, he was heartbroken to see the Order of Knights divided by the lustful knights.

The Knights, once incomparably glorious, are left with an empty shell of nothingness.

"Congratulations, Breit-Brad. Sir Alfred said stiffly. "I hope you can understand what Sir Swart has done for you. ”

"I understand, sir. Stone bowed.

"I swear by my father's sword," he said, putting his hand on it, "that I will not dishonor his trust." ”“

"Well done, young man!" replied Afrê. Turn around and leave immediately.

Young Sir Michael left without saying a word.

The other young knights enthusiastically stepped forward to congratulate him, and they raised their glasses to congratulate him on his victory, which might have been a whole night if it had not been for Swart sending them out.

When the two were finally alone in the hall, Sir Swart smiled tolerantly at Stone and shook his hand.

The young knight responded enthusiastically to his outstretched hand, but could not respond to his smile. The heartache is too deep.

Then, slowly, carefully, he removed the black rose from the sword.

He placed the rose on the table and carefully retracted the sword into its sheath.

He was going to brush off all the roses on the table, but after thinking about it, he picked up one and stuck it in his belt.

"I can't thank you enough, my lord. Span said in a trembling voice.

"You don't need to thank me, boy. Sir Swart smiled. He looked around and shuddered. "Shall we find a warmer place, how about a drink?"

The two knights walked through the corridors of Sir Swart's old castle, and the sound of the young knights leaving was heard all around: the clattering of horses' hooves, shouting, and even the singing of military songs.

"I thank you from the bottom of my heart, my lord. Stone said firmly.

"The danger you're taking for me is too great. Hopefully, I'll live up to your expectations—"

"Stop talking nonsense, my child. Swart massaged his hands to restore circulation, and then led Stone to a small room that had been decorated for the upcoming winter celebrations.

There are red roses, brown decorations, kingfisher feathers, small delicate gold crowns, and a pot of fire burning.

Under Swart's command, several servants brought in two large cups of steaming, spicy-smelling liquid. “

Your father protected me many times with his shield or body when I fell. ”

"You did the same for him. Stone said. "You owe him nothing. Use your reputation to vouch for me, and if I fail, you're going to be hit hard.

You will be stripped of your class, title, fiefdom. Drake will never let you go. He said sadly.

Swart took a long sip of his wine and looked at the young man in front of him carefully.

Stone appeared to have only politely sipsed his wine, holding the glass in a visibly trembling hand.

Swart thoughtfully placed a hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him to a seat to sit down.

"Have you failed before, Shilai?" asked Swart. Stone looked up, a flash of fire in his brown eyes.

"No, sir," he replied. "I swear I never have!"

"Then I don't need to be afraid. Sir Swart smiled and raised his glass. "I wish you the protection of God on the battlefield, Stone Brightbright. ”

Stone closed his eyes. That's too much pressure. He covered his face with his hands and began to sob, his whole body twitching in pain.

Swart grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him vigorously.

"I understand ......", his eyes looked at Shi Lai's father who had broken down and sobbed like this a long time ago.

That night Sir Breitbrad sent his wife and young son away, never to be reunited with them.

Stone finally lay on the table and fell asleep exhausted.

Swart sat next to him, sipping his wine and reminiscing about his long-standing friendship until he fell asleep.

The last days of the army's march to Paranzas were very quick to be told to Shiben. He had to find a second-hand piece of armor.

He can't afford to buy a new one. He carefully packed his father's armor, which he was not allowed to wear, so he prepared to carry it with him.

Then there are many meetings to be held, meetings on the study of strategic patterns, analysis of enemy forces, and meetings on the use of tactics.

The Battle of Paranzas will be a very difficult battle, and it will determine the control of the entire northern part of Sorenia.

The commanders quickly reached a consensus.

The defenders of the city itself will hold the walls, and the knights will hold on to the Tower of the King, overlooking the only road from the Minga Mountains to Paranzas.

However, this is a rare thing on which they agree on the same thing, and the meeting of the three commanders can be said to be turbulent.

The day has finally come when the troop carrier will set sail. The knights gathered in the harbor, and their families stood quietly on the shore.

Although their faces were all pale, they did not have many tears, and the women stood in a firm posture similar to that of their husbands.

Some wives also wore swords around their waists. Everyone knew that if the battle in the north was lost, the enemy would cross the waters.

Swart stood in the harbor, dressed in shining armor, chatting with the other knights and saying goodbye to his sons.

He and Drake politely exchanged a few words in accordance with the knightly rules, and embraced Sir Alfred without affection.

Eventually, Sir Swart found the young knight Stone, dressed in simple, somewhat rusty armor, far from the crowd.

"Bright, Brad. Swart whispered as he approached him.

"I've always wanted to ask you, but haven't had time for the past few days. You mentioned that your friends would come to St. Quest.

Can they testify before the Council?"

Span stayed for a moment, and for a moment he could only think of Robert. In the past few days, he has often thought about these friends.

He even expected Robert to be able to get to St. Quest before he left. But that hope was dashed. Wherever Robert was, he must have been in trouble of his own.

He also wanted to see another person, someone he wanted to see, no matter how little hope might be.

Stone subconsciously put his hand on the star diamond hanging on his chest.

He could almost feel its warmth, and though for no reason, he knew that Albert was with him even though she was far away.

And then—"Lorana!" he said.

"Yes, daughter of the Sunsinger, a member of the royal family of Wellington. And his brother, Gireenas, both of whom can testify for me. ”

"Royals......" Swart pondered. His face changed.

"Great, especially since we also received the news that the Singer is going to be personally involved in the meeting to discuss the Dragon God's Secret Treasure. If this is true, my child, I will pass the news to you and you can put this armor back on!

Your grievances will be washed away, and you will be able to wear this armor without any worries. ”

"You don't need to vouch for me on your own merits. Stone shook the knight's hand gratefully.

"Wow! I didn't think of that. Swart touched Stone's head with his hand as if he were his own son.

Stone knelt down reverently. "Accept my blessing, Stone Brightbraid, in your father's place for your blessing.

Accomplish your mission, young man, and don't discredit the son of the Breitbraid family.

May the heroic spirit of Sir Shuma always watch over you. ”

"Thank you, sir. Stone stood up and said. "Goodbye. ”

"Goodbye, Stone Brightbred," Swart said. He hugged the young knight and turned away.

The knights had finished embarking, and it was dawn, but the sun had not appeared.

Gray clouds float on the iron-gray sea. There were no cheers, only the sound of the captain giving orders, the crew sailing and the sails flapping in the wind.

Slowly, the white, winged ships lifted anchor and headed north.

Soon even the last sail disappeared from view, and even though it suddenly rained heavily, no one left the harbor.

The crowd was soaked in cold raindrops and looked at the sea covered in dark clouds.

This was obviously a premonition before the storm, and Stone stared worriedly at the gloom in the distance, with an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Rodres, Robert, and Scarlet Moon, where did they go?

The companions who used to be together, the lost ones, the separated ones. Now Stone has become a glorious knight of the crown, and on his way to sea, he will complete the mission given to him by the Knights.

If their previous journey to find the Dragon Balls was an adventure, now that Stone has returned to the Order as a Crown Knight, it is a power struggle.

Rodlis once said: "In the struggle of strength, there will always be a most outstanding existence, enough to crush all ordinary people." But in a game of thrones, no one will be the real winner. ”

Although Rodlis has lost the memory of a thousand years ago, he still retains the insights and philosophies of that time in his heart.

Even though the past years are irretrievable, Rodlis has never forgotten the beginning.

Like Stone now, he was also a fresh start at that time, but the ending was an out-and-out tragedy.

Of course, there is no need to dwell too much on what happened thousands of years ago, and now Stone is facing a new and unknown future.

"If I can come back alive from this expedition, I must see them, my lost friends. Stone thought in his heart.