On this day, the war hall of Jinhu Palace was crowded with soldiers dressed in gorgeous military uniforms.

The Duke of Salantos Midknight was present to present the award of honours to those who had been honoured in the Battle of the Nord River.

The master of ceremonies' cane slammed heavily on the marble floor, glanced at the document in his hand, and read the next name aloud:

"The commander of the 7th Division of the Third Army, General Dali Ainfurt, please!"

A man dressed in an army general's uniform stepped out of the crowd and stepped up the stairs to a high platform.

The man was not tall, with bright blue eyes, and his head was wrapped in layers of bandages, giving off an unpleasant smell of iodine, and a small fragment of the shrapnel that exploded hit him in the head, but fortunately did not penetrate the skull.

The master of ceremonies continued: "In the Battle of the Nord River, the 7th Division led by General Dali Ainfurt to garrison an important part of our army's left flank, and the coalition forces launched several attacks on his position, all of which were repulsed by this brave and intelligent general.

In the final counterattack of the campaign, he took the lead in helping the officers and men of the 7th Division to regain their morale and cover the advance of our artillery.

In this battle, his troops captured 7 of the coalition flags, one of which once belonged to the famous Papal State Guard, which dealt a heavy blow to the morale of the coalition forces. “

The master of ceremonies' majestic voice echoed through the towering hall, and he straightened his arms and pointed proudly to the heights: "Friends, raise your head and look at these amazing achievements! General Dalí has added a lot of loot to our war hall! ”

The soldiers looked up.

Thousands of flags were hung on both sides of the walls of the War Hall.

For hundreds of years, the ancestors of the House of Midknight captured enemy flags during war, hoisted them high in the War Hall, and proudly displayed these trophies as a symbol of glory to their guests.

Some of the newest were captured at the Battle of the Nord River half a month ago, and the oldest banners were rotted to almost fragments, sewn into the cloth, dating back two hundred years to the time of the feudal knights.

The soldiers drew their sabers and swords one after another, raised them above their heads, and shouted out the family name of this hero in unison:

"Ainfurt! Ainfurt! ”

General Dali Einfurt stared straight at the officers and soldiers.

(Father, Mother, William, and Mr. Weiss, the old butler, it would be nice if you could see this.) He thought.

The old royal attendant stepped forward, holding a violet velvet cushion in his hand, and the duke took a medal from the cushion and motioned for General Dalí to approach him.

Mortals will never perceive how strong the induction between the god-descendant bloodline will be, in addition to attracting each other, once they meet their eyes, they will involuntarily start to compete for strength.

Those beautiful silver-gray eyes were like a bottomless abyss, drowning his soul, and Dali lost completely.

He leaned over and kissed the duke's hand, (her temperament seemed to have changed a lot, but the hands had not.) Dali thought to himself.

(The back of the hand is delicate and white, and the calluses on the palm of the hand are particularly abrupt, not at all like a noble lady should be, and it seems that even after marriage, she did not waste her military training.) ）

Every movement of the Duke seemed a little stiff, and she had become so disciplined and skillful in carrying out these complicated court etiquette.

(Heart-wrenching proficiency.) Dali thought.

As she clasped the jewel-encrusted medallion to her chest, the two of them drew closer, and her warm and rapid breath hit her face in a heartbeat.

Take a closer look at those silver-gray eyes, and look at the faces that have captivated the noble princes of the whole continent.

Dali was a little surprised that a person's temperament could be completely changed in such a short period of time, and the once savage, willful, passionate and energetic princess in military costume was gone.

The duchess in front of her was mature and rigorous, a competent and responsible ruler of the country.

(And what about my experience?) Fate forced me to grow up fast. The boy of yesteryear, the cowardly nerd Young Master Einfurt has long since died, and the man standing here to receive the medal is a man who is both brave and self-reliant. ）

"Dali Einfurt, I confer on you the Valstad Order of War Hero of the First Degree, as well as the title of the same name.

As a reward for your service to the Duchy of Valstad, I grant you the title of Baron, restoring all of your family's fiefdoms from the Middle Ages, in addition to the existing Einfoot estate. ”

Dali Einfoot looked up in dismay. (Am I dreaming?) ）

The Duke smiled and whispered: "Recreating the ancient glory of the Einfoot family and recovering the ancestral property of the family is exactly what your father, Baron Paulus Einfurt, has always wanted, and it is also your lifelong dream, when you were in the academy, I remember you said that, didn't you?" ”

Dali's heart shuddered, (I only mentioned it once at the dinner, and she remembered it all.) ）

He raised his head and looked at his monarch, the duchess's smile was like a flower in the middle of summer, how could it be so beautiful? It radiates an angelic light.

"General Dali! Don't be in a daze, Your Majesty is going to confer on you the title, you should now kneel down and let the ceremony continue. Prince Orsengre next to him reminded.

He knelt down on one knee, looking a little dazed, and struggled to control it so that he didn't fall. (It's really not a dream!) The dream I was going to spend my whole life fighting for has become a reality! ）

At this moment, Dali felt that his life had suddenly become complete, and all his efforts had finally paid off, and two lines of tears welled up.

The Duke drew an ancient knight's half-sword, with no gems at the end of the hilt, only a simple lead weight ball, and the black body was as dull as obsidian, this sword was the treasure of the Midknight family, called "Twilight".

In the ancient legends of the Valstads, the sword was forged by the ancient gods with the core of the Night Star, and was heavy and indestructible.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, during the era of knightly warfare, Salolière Midnet, the first head of the Midnight family, held the "Twilight" and cleaved the scales of the steel-solid dragon with a single blow, and after killing the dragon and bathing in the dragon's blood, he became the first Valstad Emperor.

Seeing the legendary artifact unsheathed, the people in the war hall exclaimed in amazement.

"When my ancestor, Emperor Salolière Midnet, used this 'twilight' to confer knighthood on the head of the Einfoot family, then we will follow the ancient system." The Duke said.

"Dali Einfurt, I want you to pray to the three Lord Gods, swear that you will be a good lord, and swear allegiance to this nation and to myself."

"I pray to Havest, the god of the harvest, that the farmers live in peace and that the land is fertile. Pray to Otakus, the god of wisdom, to give wisdom to priests and scholars, and Minerva, the god of war, to give warriors the strength to repel enemy attacks.

I swear as the current head of the Ainfurt family that I will be a good lord and treat my people well. I will always be loyal to the Duchy of Valstad, to His Majesty the Duke! ”

"I, the daughter of Easter Midknight, Salantos Midnet, Grand Duke Valstad, bestow upon this man the title of Baron."

The Duke easily grasped the heavy "Twilight" knight's sword in one hand, and with its cold black blade lightly touched Dalí's shoulders:

"When you get up, you become Baron Dali Einfurt."

The attendant held up a glazed tray containing an intricately carved ivory scepter and two sheets of parchment filled with words. ”

"This is your scepter and title clerk and territorial contract, please take it, Lord Baron, please follow me down the high platform, Your Majesty will award the next meritorious hero."

The ceremony in the Hall of War did not end until a few hours later.

Dali Einfoot left the palace with the soldiers, grasped the scepter, carefully rolled the parchment into a scroll, and then loaded it into a leather tube.

He found a carriage along the road and returned to his apartment at Fort Midknight, where his gentle and beautiful wife was waiting for him.

"My dear! Come here! Check out this, and this! ”

"What are these? Dali, you look like a kid showing off his toys, hahahaha! “

"This is the best toy, Jane Ning, I can't believe it, just today, my father's long-standing wish has come true!"

"Oh my God! Could it be ......?"

Dali picked up his wife and spun around the hall.

"From today onwards, you are the Baroness of Einfurt!"

"I've always believed in ...... You can do it! Father, Mother, and Brother William will be pleased! ”

"I'll let the maids pack their bags later."

"What? You're going to report to the barracks again? But we've only been together for a few days......" Jian Ning's face darkened, her lips tightened, and she looked a little lost.

"No, my dear, no more war! Tomorrow morning, let's leave home! ”