"Are you carrying a poisonous fire!" the big black man yelled impatiently, dropping his crossbow. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Behind Miloca's back, a finely crafted leather strap is fastened with an intricately carved iron half-sheath, in which the broad blade that once belonged to Vernal is inserted. "Yes, Lord Cole. Miloka looked at the big black man on the city wall with a determined gaze, and the courage that came out of nowhere made him take a step forward and continued: "Your Excellency Venal is missing during the battle for Ice's Breath, leaving his sword behind on the battlefield. He has been gracious to me, and since I have found the poisonous fire, it is only natural that I should keep it for future return. ”

"You fart!" Cole roared hysterically, snatching the crossbow from another guard and aiming it directly at Miloca's eyebrows. "Brother Weiner forged a poisonous fire to protect his brothers, and once waved it to protect you, but now you want to use it to cut off Brother Weiner's right-hand man, and you also call it for Brother Weiner. What ridiculous, what ridiculous! I should have shot you with one arrow!"

"Surrender, Lord Cole. Your Excellency Venal is a good man, but he has fallen for his unrighteous deeds, so why should you insist on following in his footsteps? Emperor Reas the Great is merciful, and he has promised not to hold you accountable if you surrender your arms. Solanya said loudly, the sun shining in his golden armor, reminiscent of the angels who guarded the god of light.

Cole smiled and put away his crossbow, and Miloka's gaze, which had not left for a moment, became sharp, as if he was about to slash Miloka with a thousand knives. "Just call it over! What's the big deal about the Sixth Corps, which even the Southern Barbarians haven't seen? It's just a bandit who follows the butt of the god stick and bullies the weak. With that, Cole turned away and ignored the knights under the walls.