"Boom!" a soldier who was patrolling the barracks opened his mouth, and the Crusader shield in his hand slammed into the ground with a thud.

The dust had stained the soldier's boots, but now he wasn't in the mood to care about his precious chainmail boots.

"God!" exclaimed the military priest, who was holding a holy book, as he looked at the door.

"Impossible!"

"Am I hallucinating?"

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Shocking voices rang out at the barracks' door. The voices were so loud, so hoarse, horrified, shocked, incredible, all kinds of emotions came from the voices of these people.

One after another unconsciously exclamations made the camp lively, and soldiers from other camps kept rushing over to see what was going on. Of course, when they came, it only made the waves of these exclamations even larger.

Whether it's a battle-hardened soldier, a calm-hearted officer, or a learned priest, no one is shocked by what they see.

As more and more people came around, a wall of human bodies had been formed at the entrance of the camp.

"Sebas, what's going on over there?" Alphonse, who had already decided to attack the city tonight, was strolling through the barracks on a horse. Although he hesitated when deciding to attack the city, after all, the siege is not a field battle, and the siege often requires a very large sacrifice to win. The six-meter-high wall alone was enough to cost them heavy casualties. Arrows shot downward from the city walls, accelerated by gravity and advantageous location. Even anything that doesn't have any lethal power can cost a person his life.

Therefore, during these days of siege by the Great Army. Alphonse ordered the rest of his army to build siege engines based on local materials. Thankfully, there is no shortage of plants around the city of Safed.

Ladders, siege towers, rams...... One siege weapon after another was being crafted, and at the same time, it was constantly putting pressure on the defenders of the city.

Although the responsibility of the siege is very heavy, it is important to be responsible, but it is also necessary to relax the nerves appropriately. Otherwise, a person who is in a state of tension at all times is prone to mistakes, and if an ordinary warrior makes mistakes, then at most it is his own death, but if it is the mistake of the ruler of an army. It represents thousands of heads falling to the ground. Well, Alphonse wasn't quite in control of the army yet. So, Alphonse decided to take a walk around the camp with Sebas before the siege to relax.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you want to know?" Sebas uncharacteristically did not answer Alphonse directly, but replied with a rhetorical question.

"Oh, it's rare that you would say something like that. Does it really seem that there is something strange?" Alphonse was well aware that the deacon beside him had great powers, and it was very easy to determine the events that were only a few hundred meters away with his perceptual ability. But he made a circle. It seems that there is something in this that deserves his interest.

"Your Majesty, if you go to see it yourself, the effect will be better than if I say it myself. "In front of Alphonse. Sebas never speaks of self-humility. However, both of them have become accustomed to this tone of non-dignity and humility.

With that, Alphonse became interested. He didn't expect Sebas's attitude to be so clear.

"If it's really not something that would surprise me, then Sebastian. What kind of punishment do you want?"

"You won't have a chance, Your Majesty. ”

"Are you confident? ”

"I have that confidence. 陛xià. You'll be amazed. ”

The young king, His Majesty, playfully tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was not a smile.

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"This ............" Alphonse couldn't help but gasp as he looked at the behemoth at the entrance of the barracks, and the originally brave war horse under him trembled.

Looking back at Sebas, who was smiling silently, Alphonse bit his lip with some annoyance, he finally knew why Sebas let himself come and take a look, and insisted on not telling him what was going on at the gate of the camp, it turned out that he just wanted to see how surprised he looked.

If Sebas had just sued himself that his army had slaughtered a dragon, he would not have believed such a thing. If this army had been so brave, then his grandfather, Alphonse IV, would not have been defeated in the battles of all directions.

But that's what happened, a huge dragon head and a group of horsemen returning from afar filled the doorways of the small camp.

Surrounded by onlookers, the victorious cavalry gathered around the dragon's head, even though the number of the cavalry was small. But against the backdrop of this lifeless dragon head, it seems that the merit of killing a dragon is far more important than chasing down deserters or enemies.

The soldiers who had been crowded in front of the dragon's head, when they saw their king coming, consciously put away their weapons, and made a slight gesture backwards, letting go of a human wall large enough for three people to lead to Guò side by side, leading straight to the dragon head in the field.

"Hiss............" When he approached, looking at the dragon head closely, even Alphonse, who had always been calm, couldn't help but gasp.

Compared to this dragon head, Alphonse felt that he was too small, even if three or four of them were overlapped, he could only temporarily compare the height of this dragon head, and he couldn't imagine how huge the complete body of this dragon was.

"Your Majesty, it's just an underage dragon. Sebas whispered softly.

"............" Although he knew that this was just a deliberate statement by Sebas who wanted to see his surprise, Alphonse couldn't help but beat his heart violently again.

Even though he is the king of a principality, he is still too small compared to the long-lived and powerful dragon.

But will the dragon be able to bring this king to his knees? For Alphonse, everything in this world is just waiting for him to conquer.

"See Your Majesty!" on a war horse. The cavalrymen, who were staring at everyone, were enjoying the admiring gaze of everyone around them. But when they saw Alphonse coming, they all struck a spirit, turned over, dismounted, fell on one knee, and knelt down before the king.

"Allah is above, this group of infidels has been besieging the city for almost a week!" a bearded middle-aged desert man paced back and forth at the long table.

In this hall, full of fine art carvings, there are now more than a dozen of the most powerful people in the city of Safat, who will decide the future of the city.

In this palatial house. More than a dozen people sat around the long table, looking uneasily and nervously at the angry and moving governor of the city of Safed, a close associate of Van Adam Becker in the sea, a die-hard man. Otherwise, how could he have been able to become the governor of this important city just by virtue of his modest administrative skills?

In the chaotic and shattered land of the Iqzar dynasty, if you don't have enough proud of your outstanding talents, leadership skills, and governing talents, then all you need is a mouth that can speak well, deceive superiors, and reverse right and wrong. After all, there are very few people in this world who can intelligently listen to the opinions of others and be good at correcting their own mistakes, and a leader is opposed to criticizing his own vicious words. Apparently more fond of other people's sycophancy.

No one answered the Governor's words, for they had nothing to answer, and could not say again that reinforcements were coming, so please be patient with such foolish words. To know. That's what an idiot guy said a day ago, finally. This guy was beheaded by the angry governor, who was a financial official.

"Wait!Wait!!Wait!! you idiots will make me wait! I've been waiting here for so many days! Can you sue me. When will the heretics outside the city retreat!!!!! Roaring at the crowd. Speaking of excitement, the governor of Safat slapped the smooth wooden table with his fat hand, making a thudding sound.

The hand of "......" slapped on the table seemed to slap on the officials present, making them shudder.

Also a few days earlier, the similarly angry Governor Safar dragged an official to the city and beheaded him. The reason is simply how ridiculous and pathetic it is that this official yawned for staying up all night at a time when he was as angry as he is today.

So, since that incident, all the officials have understood that never try to slack off in front of an angry Safad governor, otherwise the price to pay will be their own lives, and it will be difficult for you to explain to the other side what calmness is.

"Silence! Silence! You guys give me a fucking squeak! Do you have to wait until the heretics outside the city cross the walls and storm in?!!" The roar continued, but still no one dared to answer the governor's words.

People silently bow their heads, look directly at the tip of their nose with their eyes, and then use the tip of their nose to observe their hearts, which is the so-called "eyes look at the nose, nose looks at the heart." Of course, they were also watching the Governor out of the corner of their eyes, always on guard against the Governor's actions.

"Huh!" the sound of a sword unsheathed spread through the air and reached everyone's ears. This creepy cold light sound made everyone's blood flow stiff

"You, that's right, it's you, Keeper!" the Governor's roar echoed through the room. His hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the sharp tip of the knife pointed at an officer who was clearly at a loss.

The defender of the city of Safat, whose name he had named, turned pale with fright, but he could not stand up tremblingly. Nervously and apprehensively, he looked at the most powerful governor of the Safat, wondering what he had done to get himself to his feet.

"Say, how many more days will we be able to hold out?!" the sharp desert scimitar rested against the neck of the city guard, and the charming blade pattern on the scimitar was not as attractive as it used to be.

"Big ...... My lord, as long as there is enough food in the city, we can fight to the last soldier! Unless we are killed, those damned infidels will never be able to desecrate Allah's land. "How could such a thing happen? As for the abundance of food in the city. You can hold the city indefinitely, yes. There is nothing wrong with that, provided that the enemy is just besieging and not attacking like this. Do not launch siege offensives.

"You...... "Although the Governor is not proficient in military science such as defending the city, he still has the simplest logical thinking. Resist the enemy's attack to the last man? Does he think that all the people in the city are loyal and brave dead soldiers? Besides, even if he really fights to the last soldier, but does not stop the enemy's attack, then what is the point? It is only a matter of increasing casualties.

"Yes!" the sword-wielding guards stationed on either side of the room bowed down deeply when they heard the governor's words. Then he strode towards the stunned defender.

He didn't understand why he could be beheaded if he just said the wrong thing.

"Don't, sir!" ............ swordsmen. He didn't pay attention to the pleading of the city guard, but dragged one of his shoulders and carried the strong man in his forties out of the hall.

As the pleading voices grew farther and farther away, the hapless defender quickly left the hall with the sword guard. It is foreseeable that somewhere in the city, the head and body of this city guard will inevitably be separated, and his blood will be sprinkled on the earth, nourishing the city's history.

The remaining officials heard the pleading voices of the city guards fading away. can't help but feel a feeling of sadness for the death of a rabbit and a fox, after all, the same companions who used to work together were "killed" because of a small mistake. The fate of the defenders will be the best warning to all of you. Never try to deceive the Governor with a clumsy lie.

"Alright, now ............"

"Report, Your Excellency the Governor. The enemy under the city seems to be about to attack the city!!" A herald with a hurried face suddenly pushed open the door of the conference hall, sweating profusely, indicating that the herald must have been using a very fast speed to give orders. Otherwise, how could he have consumed such a huge body.

"Coax ......" Everyone who heard the news was coaxed in their minds. The chaos ensued, and what had been feared for days finally happened, and the enemy finally couldn't hold back and wanted to start the siege!

"......" Governor Safed stopped roaring, and sat down in his chair in a dejected manner, his fat hand closed fiercely, and he pinched blood out of the tiger's mouth. He had to do it, and the task that van Adam Becker Khairifan had given him was not for any profit or anything like that, but only for the loyalty of this somewhat flawed man. And only then will he be able to survive.

"Slay the dragon?" After a moment of silence, Shabak finally accepted the fact that he couldn't believe.

Who would have imagined that after only a few days of going out, a young man under the age of twenty who had only been on the battlefield for a few days would be able to return with the corpse of a giant dragon.

Not even the most legendary mythical stories are so incredible.

"......" Vickers also saw the disbelief in Shabak's eyes, although Shabak had already seen the corpse of the dragon, but the gap between humans and dragons still made him a little unconvinced.

Shabak stared at Vickers' eyes, as if to discern something from Vickers's blue eyes. Not to be outdone, Vickers also stared at Shabak's eyes, and the two were in the tent, staring at each other.

After watching it for a while, Shabak gave up on this pointless action. Could it be that after watching it for a while, you can deny the fact that Vickers killed a dragon?

"Okay, okay. Whatever you did to kill the dragon, there is a very important question before us right now. "Shabak is worthy of being a person who has a legendary experience in his early years, and for such a thing as fighting a dragon, for him, it is only a surprise for a while.

"Oh, what's the problem?" Vickers became interested when he heard Shabak's words, although he had only been away from the camp for a few days, but the feeling of not having an old friend by his side was really awkward. Even if Shabak is not his old friend, but his uncle, of course, only nominal.

It is undeniable that in the years spent in the countryside with Shabak, Vickers and Shabak have long been well aware of each other's temperament. Well, although during that period of time, Shabak's spirit was in a state of extreme uncertainty.

"Now you are like a firefly in the night, attracting all kinds of eyes wherever you go. Isn't it?"

"Hmm...... There's nothing wrong with that. Vickers thought for a moment. When he returned to the camp, he was always watched everywhere by eyes from unknown sources. Some of these eyes contain respect and adoration, but some of them are full of jealousy and unwillingness. These people. Most of them are out of jealousy for their exploits in slaying dragons, and although jealousy is one of the seven deadly sins, and people are trying to avoid these evils, there is no way for any human to get rid of the troubles of love, right?

"But what is this? Is there anything wrong with me in making a meritorious deed?

"You...... Well, that's not wrong to think of that. But the mistake is that the world has too much change and unpredictability. Ever since his consciousness began to return to normal a few months ago, there seemed to be a faint sadness in Shabak's vicissitudes of life all the time, and at this time, this sadness from the depths of his soul was even more obvious.

"Unpredictability? you mean...... Wix didn't know what his last name was because he had killed a dragonroar, and he was still confused about what Shabak had said. But presumably this experienced old knight must have had his own ideas.

"That's right, you killed a dragon. This is an incomparably glorious feat, a feat, which no one can erase, because. Not everyone has the power to add to their own glory with the blood of dragons. Shabak paused, "But have you ever thought about it, since you killed the dragon?" Then you need to show that you can kill the dragon in front of everyone......"

Although he didn't say it explicitly, Vickers, who knew Shabak's temperament, could understand what he was trying to say. Is that if you really have the power to kill a dragon? Yes, no. If the rest of the army wanted to see how heroic they were to slay the dragon, they would be like the clowns at the court ball.

"But you don't have to worry......" Shabak saw the embarrassed look on Vickers' face, and sighed slightly in his heart, it seems that there must be a mystery in the death of this dragon.

"King Alphonse is not such a boring person, he will definitely stop you from fighting in front of everyone, whether it is a personal challenge, going on the battlefield to kill the enemy, etc. ”

“...... Why do you dare to assert that?"

"Because he was a king, a ruler, and now he is the leader of an army. If he's just a gladiator, he'll prove his prowess against you, the dragon slayer, and if he's a normal soldier, he'll expect you to fight humans. After all, a dragon slayer is all too rare. And being able to compete with the dragon slayer is something that a warrior dreams of. The knight sighed.

"You mean to say that I might be sent to the front and then fight with ordinary soldiers. But if I don't have enough force to kill a large number of enemies, will it affect the morale of the soldiers around me, and then have a negative effect on my merits?"

"No, it's because Alphonse is a king that he definitely won't send you to the front. Now your meaning, compared to going to the front line to kill the enemy, has a more important role, that is, to sit in the rear and boost morale. Shabak's eyes revealed a wisdom that was as good as his middle-aged age.

"Hmm...... In that case, it would be good for me, wouldn't it? I didn't have to go to the front to kill the enemy, and I had enough proud achievements to get enough benefits after the war was over. ”

"It's much more than that, your qiē is based on the fact that the principality can win and the society at home is stable. But now, most of the old nobles in the Duchy were killed or wounded, and once Alphonse returned home with his army, he would inevitably have to go on a killing spree. Similarly, the Knights of John took the wrong side in this battle for the throne and chose the wrong choice to rely on the forces of Count Elmo, which caused an embarrassing situation after returning home, while the Knights Templar took a risk, succeeded, and was in the limelight. Alphonse is a king, he even has the way of the people, so he will use the weak Knights of John to fight against the Knights of the Templars, and the old nobles are dead and wounded this time, even if there is a surplus, they can't withstand much storm, but their power is still not comparable to us new crusader nobles from other parts of the continent, so Alphonse will use us new nobles to balance the power of the old nobles. ”

"What do you mean is that Alphonse has been able to contend with each other among the major powers in the country, and to consolidate his rule. And this time, I happened to kill a dragon. But I'm also a new nobleman, so I'll stand on the cusp of the competition between the new nobility and the old nobility as a banner for the new nobility in the future power competition, right?"

"That's right...... Now you, if you are not careful, you will fall into a dangerous situation. "Shebak is pleased with Vickers' mental dexterity. (To be continued......)