Characters in this chapter: ('Giant Buster' Tormund), ('The Dark Knight' Ricard), ('Mr. Gnome' Bedway), (Iris Harengus).

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Chapter 018: (The Boy and the Dragon)

The next day, in the morning.

Tormund found the unconscious Rickard in the ruins of a nearby tavern and carried him back to the hotel where they were staying.

Back at the hotel, the gnome, who had stayed behind to look after Iris, heard a noise in the next room, and he came over to tell Tormond. He woke up, but didn't say a word. ”

Tormund gasped heavily after placing Rickard on the bed, who was behind him. "I'll take a look. ”

The Virgians were in a terrible mood at the moment. His companion Rickard is saddened by the betrayal of his beloved woman, his little master Iris is saddened by the loss of 'Sirre', and he is tormented by the two of them.

When Iris awoke, he leaned against the wall beside the bedside without saying a word. Jazz, who accompanied him day and night, died, to protect him.

The little squirrel is his closest friend and always brings him joy. But he couldn't see it anymore. Iris had never regretted it so much as he did today, regretting that he had not seriously practiced his knightly skills in his uncle's castle.

"I've helped you bury the jazz," Tormond said softly to the boy. "And put a little tombstone on it. "He also engraved the word 'sir' with a dagger on the tombstone.

"Where did you bury it?" the boy finally spoke, after a long silence.

Tormond replied in a low voice, "In the woods nearby." "For a baby squirrel, the woods are its best home.

Who would go out of their way to kill a baby squirrel? Even hunters have a hard time catching a jazz in the woods. But it died because of me. The boy suddenly blamed himself: "If it weren't for me, it wouldn't have died." ”

"If you like, I can get one for you. Tormund tried to comfort the boy.

"That's not the same at all," Iris argued bitterly. "There can't be a second Sir in this world. He lowered his head, and tears poured down his face like a cascade and dripped onto the rolls.

"It's dead," Tormund replied in a deeper, deeper voice. "Like you said—it does look like a knight—and guards its master as bravely as it does. ”

"It's just a little squirrel," Iris shouted with tears streaming down her eyes. "For what the man in black can do, his target is me, for what he wants to kill my sir. ”

"They are killers who walk in the darkness of the night, on the verge of life and death," Tormond blurted out. "Cold-blooded, ruthless, capable, and ruthless, they are killing machines that walk in the world, without the slightest mercy. ”

The killer generally has no past or future, because he can die at any time. Killers are similar to mercenaries in nature, but they are not as disciplined as mercenaries and are more free. They have no faith or honor, and they are the ones who carry out assassinations for certain interests, resulting in death.

Killer is a relatively general term, and mercenaries and down-and-out knights who are forced to make ends meet are sometimes used in this profession. Although they are not professionals, they are cheaper than professional killers, and they can do it as long as the target of the assassination is not too difficult.

Two of the most well-known killer organizations on the continent of Calradia are the Swadia Assassins and the Shadow Order. The Swadia Assassins would not accept the sale of Swadias from their employers, while the Shadow Order was more secretive and only accepted business for a minimum of 100,000 dinars.

"Did you catch him?" the boy asked, choked up.

Tormund shook his head hesitantly. "She ran away. Or rather, he was let go by Rickard. Should I tell him? No, he doesn't have to know that.

Iris hadn't seen the Dark Knight since he woke up, and he had been guarding him on weekdays. He asked with some concern, "What about Ricard? Is he also injured?"

"He was drunk last night and was lying in the next room. ”

"What is he drinking for?" Iris asked suddenly. "He should have been guarding me at the time, so that Jazz wouldn't ......" Thinking of this, he felt a hard lump in his throat.

Tormund didn't answer the boy's question, he was silent for a moment, and then asked. "Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat. ”

"No, I'm not hungry," Iris shook her head. "I want to be alone. The boy's sad face was mixed with a look of disappointment, and although he blamed the other party for not catching the assassin, it was more because of his own cowardice and cowardice.

"No, it's dangerous. Tormond emphasized, in a rough voice. "The Assassins have discovered us, and perhaps they are spying on us right now. ”

"Didn't you say that Recard was able to perceive the danger around him, but why was he not there when I was in danger?" Iris couldn't help but question again. "Why didn't he find the Assassins, they were clearly with us. ”

"If you want to know, wait until he wakes up," Tormund said in a deep voice. "Ask him yourself!"

At this moment, the gnome, who had been standing quietly beside Tormond, spoke. "Let me stay with him, and you go about your business first!" said to the boy after Tormund had left. "I've heard that you love to listen to stories, and I'm a good storyteller. ”

"I'm sorry, sir," Iris replied politely, choked up. "I'm not in the mood to hear your story right now. ”

"You're going to love my story," the dwarf said with a confident smile. "This is a story about a boy and a dragon. He began to like the boy in front of him who was both simple and kind, and obedient to etiquette.

Iris didn't say anything, he'd been listening to storytellers telling stories about magic and dragons. But Jazz's death still makes him sad. He couldn't say anything to the other party: he wanted to hear the story of the boy and the dragon.

Seeing that the boy did not explicitly refuse, the dwarf began his story:

The sun is setting, and the glow is dim.

Under the dark skyscape is a parched earth, with bottomless black cracks winding like spiders' webs on the loess. The remnants of the light shone on the messy land, and the fighting and corpses were scattered all over the ground.

A few hours before, there had been a war here, and the noble knights in armor, waving their banners, repeatedly charged through a group of troops with their domineering momentum, as if they were in a no-man's land, and the rabble scattered across the land was routed in an instant.

The wails of the crowd once filled the sky, but the soldiers of the legion, desperate for survival, were inevitably impaled through the bodies by the knight's proud spear and fell, and then turned into pulp under the trampling of the horses' hooves. But in the sea of fallen people, there was once a childish figure that had not taken off.

It was a young mercenary who took advantage of the gap between the knights in the second wave of killings and fled with a heavy sword on his back. "For the sake of human dignity, live. The young mercenary remembered the last command of the leader, and ran alone on the barren land.

At this moment, he was undressed, his dull black hair hanging down the sides of his face, and his blood-stained clothes were full of tears, revealing blood-stained skin.

Only half of the splinter of the shoulder armor swaying in the wind, and the heavy sword on his back was no longer sharp, and the young man slowed down slightly, easing his chaotic breathing a little, but the sound of the horse's hooves followed the rapid gasp. "Kill!"

The cold voice of the leader of the Order pierced the young mercenary's ears. He didn't care about his limbs, which were already badly overdrawn, and ran forward with the best of his strength, but unfortunately he couldn't take two steps before his body suddenly fell forward, and the heavy sword slid down and fell to the side of his body.

The boy barely bred himself up and looked behind him. In the dust raised, the figures of three or four knights appeared, and the line of knights in armor on top of the horses stared at the young man's eyelids through their masks.

"Mission, done. The knight's words without the slightest emotion pierced the last trace of victory in the young man's heart.

"Don't ......," he whispered in denial of reality. The boy held the heavy sword in his arms and kicked his legs to move his position backwards.

But no one can deny that the teenager will die here. The death of a soldier will be redeemable by no one.

The boy braced his hands in his posture as he looked up, his godless pupils reflecting the knights' spear-wielding heroism and the burning sky behind them.

At this time, in the distant sky, there was a faint clear singing voice. The mournful timbre stained the firmament, and billowing red clouds rushed towards them like scorching flames.

When the sharp spearhead glowed silver, as if it was about to pierce the boy's chest...... A flame slashed across the boy's eyes.

"Ah......h

In an instant, the singing stopped, but the surrounding area suddenly ignited with a heat that melted everything.

The knight's spear was burned by the scorching flames, and the figures of the horses were shrouded in the flames, and the black figures danced enchantingly and frantically in the flames, allowing the relentless erosion of the flames, and in an instant, only white ash was scattered on the ground.

The boy couldn't comprehend what was in front of him. This parched land has become a sea of fire. In the cracks, on the loess, there was a burning flame as bright red as blood. The boy raised his head and lifted away the smoke and dust to the sky.

He saw it. In the flames that swallowed the sky, the crimson figure shuttling. Like a long snake hovering in the sky, dancing in the air with teeth and claws, accompanied by flames, like a mythical totem to cast a terrifying coercion on the earth.

His eyes widened, he stood still, hesitated for a long time, and said in a humble voice. "It's a god...... "At that moment, the young man, Payne Frenia, saw the dragon.

"Oh, thank you, this story is worth ten dinars. The last dwarf stretched out his right hand like most storytellers and said with a smile. "If you like the story, please pay me!"

Just when Iris was still unfinished, the story was over. "But I don't have any money. He replied embarrassedly, he thought the story was free.

"Then you owe it first, and then give it to me when you have the money!" said the dwarf generously.

"All right, sir!" Iris said with a smile as she wiped tears from her eyes. "Thank you for your story. ”

"Do you believe that dragons really exist in this world?" the dwarf suddenly asked a boy the same question that the bearded man had asked before.

"I believe in the facts of what I see with my eyes. Iris answered the other party's question sensibly.

There will be a day. The dwarf thought to himself.

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