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"I like you, buddy," a stocky man laughed as he put his arm around Cohen Karabiyan's shoulders and laughed next to a house in Longxiao City, "Even without Kaslan's recommendation, I can see that you are a good man." ”

"Only those who have served in the military have such a body!"

Miranda walked silently behind them, watching Cohen socialize with Caslan's friends alone.

Cohen made full use of his experience of five years on the front line of the border and fighting with the big soldiers, and he responded without strangeness.

"You too, big belt! Look at this muscle, it doesn't look like a retired one!" Cohen replied with a hearty laugh, "How did you get that nickname?" ”

"This ......"

"The story of the time when I used to watch the troops at the glacier sentry," the man nicknamed the big belt said, his expression changed when he heard this, and his face was full of pride, "I was a rookie at that time, and one autumn harvest year, I encountered a surprise attack at night. ”

"So you're an elite scout of Glacier Lookout!" Cohen looked surprised, "No wonder...... So, you've had a lot of fights with orcs?"

"What's more!" the big belt laughed proudly, "In ten years of service in the Thirty-Eight Lookouts, my brothers and I have killed a total of fifty-two orcs!"

Cohen was in awe.

Orcs.

These "ancient enemies" who have been fighting against humanity since the age of ignorance.

That's not an easy enemy to deal with.

"Back to the origin of the big belt...... It was my first battle, and while I was on duty, five or six orcs touched the sentry field," the big belt shook his head, "We ran into one, an ugly thing raised by a son of a bitch, almost eight feet tall, and his wrist was thicker than my thigh!"

"That son of a bitch, who killed three of our brothers, and also suffered a lot of injuries, I was the last one, and I was beaten by it to the point that even my weapons were broken," said the big belt, and beat his chest fiercely from time to time, "I thought to myself, I can't help it, so I just pulled out the standard belt of the sentry watch, jumped on his shoulder, and ......"

With the words, the big belt gritted his teeth, exerted force, and put his arms around Cohen's neck: "It's like this...... Tie a knot and strangle its neck!"

Cohen tugged at his neck and coughed violently, feeling the other's excessive enthusiasm.

"I rode on his shoulder, my right hand pulling on my leash, and my left hand holding that little broken shield! The brute raised his hammer and beckoned at me in a frenzy, again and again!" Miranda's strange gaze as the big belt shook Cohen's neck desperately, making the latter dizzy.

"Until it fell to the ground and my shield was almost shattered. ”

"Ahh

"That's right!"

"Dude, look at you like you know how to do it!" the big belt slapped his thigh and said loudly, "Don't let go!" This is the lesson I learned later - I thought it was out of gas, so I let go of the belt...... And then the damned beast bounced up like a resurrection, screaming and cuffing my head!"

"Fortunately, His Majesty was inspecting the north at that time, and it was the White Blade Guards who came to support, and Kaslan arrived in time to rip off the back of the bitch's head with an axe!"

"I was almost out of breath at the time, but from that day on, they all called me 'Big Belt'!

Cohen sighed, remembering his past on the front lines of the Western Wilderness.

"So, you've fought with orcs too?" asked the big leash curiously, showing great interest.

"Yes, but not glacier orcs, but desert orcs. Cohen smiled, "We were mercenaries there, and the way to deal with orcs was to bow their heads, go around the back, or attack from the crotch. ”

"Ah, that's what those Imperial people in the South do, going around in circles with the orcs," the big belt muttered, "You can't do that in the Northlands, our movements are stiffer than usual in the cold, and we are not flexible enough. So in the Northlands, the best thing to do is to strike head-on, fight quickly, and kill with one hit. ”

Cohen nodded approvingly: "It's different in the desert, orcs have a high tolerance to scorching heat, and they are not afraid of the high temperature brought by metal armor, they have equipment from plate armor to chain mail, I have even seen orcs armed to the crotch, at this time, we have to use our dexterity to find an opportunity to hit the vital point......"

While enthusiastically pulling each other's battlefield experiences, the big belt finally brought them into the house.

"Oh, look at you, a typical Northland girl, a big girl with big breasts, and pretty looks. The big belt let them into the house, and when he saw Miranda beside Cohen, his eyes lit up: "Kaslan introduced you...... We have several good guys who are single, and even tough guys who have retired from the White Guards......"

Miranda's face suddenly changed, and she looked at Cohen in embarrassment.

Cohen spread his hands and signaled that he was okay.

But the big belt then frowned, shook his head and said, "Forget it...... They don't deserve you - they are all bad people who want to make quick money and don't want to work hard in their hometowns, rough men, and probably can't take care of their families, so what qualifications do they have to please a good mother-in-law like you. ”

The big belt sighed: "The eyes are high, the hands are low, I can't support myself, and I deserve to be single on Singles' Day." ”

Miranda didn't say a word, just listened to the big belt.

"A tall Northland girl like you, strong and strong, according to the standards of those upper-class people, has white skin, and must be a sought-after commodity in her hometown," the big belt sat down, snorting and nagging: "I have three younger sisters, so I know that a girl of your age, impulsive and enthusiastic, always looks down on the boys in the neighborhood of the house, thinking of going out to find an opportunity, and meeting the bravest, most courageous, and most accomplished warrior, maybe there is a chance to marry him." ”

"But believe me, the outside world looks wonderful, but it is always much more complicated and difficult to understand than the hometown, and the men outside may be handsome in armor, but they are not as simple and single-minded as the silly boys in their hometown—listen to my advice, you should go home well, weave the thickest robe, beat the toughest dagger, and wrap the most beautiful wreath, and use them to choose the most sincere one from among the lads who revolve around you, but don't be too busy giving him sweetness and hanging his appetite...... Then wait for him to be drafted and come back from the battlefield - this is the standard of a man's success - and see what he wants, and if he still hasn't changed, then hang your wreath around the young man's neck, and take him to your parents......"

"Don't care about his family property, don't care about his background, the most important thing is that he is responsible, responsible, truly loves you, cares about you, knows how to love you, and preferably is a little afraid of you...... In these years, the wealth of the family and the aristocratic background can't make up for the lack of sincerity......"

Cohen clutched his stomach tightly and forced a smile as he watched Miranda's face darken.

"I often say this to my daughter: when she grows up, she must marry a good man, but she must be someone who really loves her, and I look forward to the day when I can put her in the hands of a good young man......" The big belt was spitting and suddenly frowned.

Cohen watched in amazement as the big belt turned ugly.

I saw the latter stand up sharply and rush out of the house.

"You ...... I thought you went to see the prince enter the city, but you actually hid here!"

Before the two people in the house could react, the next second, there were several screams of boys and girls outside the house.

"Daddy, stop it! Kevin ...... Just come over and send me something......"

"Uncle...... Speak slowly...... Ahhhhhhh

The earth-shattering roar of the big belt then sounded:

"Sending something?"

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking, damn stinky boy!"

"Get out, get out of here, get away from my daughter, stay away from Secia!"

"My daughter is not yet married! If I dare to sneak to Secia again......"

"I'll break all three of your legs!"

Accompanied by chickens and dogs jumping next door, Cohen looked at the big leash with different words and deeds, and glanced at Miranda opposite.

Then the two of them laughed in unison.

With a smile, Miranda looked up at Valhalla on the hillside in the distance.

Her gaze quickly became misty.

Silly boy from his hometown.

Single-mindedness......

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Tails stiffened his feet on the floor tiles of Valhalla, step by step.

Unlike Fuxing Palace, which is simple and simple, and has the same style inside and outside, the interior decoration of Valhalla Palace is very contradictory.

Some places seem rugged and atmospheric, such as the rough carvings on each porch, the staircase handrails made of huge wood, and the animal heads specially made into war trophies on the walls, etc., but there are many places that are very delicately carved, such as some special carved floor tiles, ceiling domes with paintings in the corners, extravagant lampholders, and so on.

Traces of history and time vary, with some corners of the walls looking to last for hundreds of years, and some places that have clearly been renovated within a few years.

If he had to say anything, the interior of Valhalla was like a mural on top of each other, with new notches piled on the marks of the past, history and the present intertwined.

But Tails had no intention of appreciating any of this.

He is trying to adjust his state, thinking about the proposition of "king-archduke", which is unique to the political identity of Exeter, and preparing for the next challenge.

Although Nunn VII had already mentioned him through Nicolai and Slyth, the experience had convinced Tails that the unknown was the main theme of life, and that the unexpected always came suddenly.

You have to be prepared.

At Mielke's signal, the Second Prince of the Stars passed the white-bladed guards without squinting, walked through countless doorways, and slowly walked towards a circular stone hall that seemed to be an oval.

The lighting here doesn't seem to be good, the light is dim, but the six iron frames in the stone hall are flaming braziers, driving away the cold and bringing some wobbly lighting.

Like Rumba, it's a brazier...... The lords of Exeter love braziers so much?

Tails complained secretly in his heart.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, stepping into the stone hall.

Michael didn't follow, and the gate slammed shut behind the traverser.

From a distance, Tails saw a simple and heavy brown and black rectangular table in the center of the stone hall.

At the other end of the long table, in the direction of Tails, sat an old man with gray hair.

He was about sixty or seventy years old, dressed in a thick robe of red and black, and wore a dark golden tiara, which looked very plain, and was only set with a dark red gem in front of his forehead.

The old man put his hands on the table but hung his head silently, because of the distance and the light, Tails could not see his form.

But Tails already knew who he was.

Tails approached the quaint long table.

On the left and right sides of the old man, there sat five men with different descriptions and different clothes, two on the left and three on the right.

If there was anything they had in common, it was that from the moment Tails stepped into the stone hall, five men of different ages all looked at the seven-year-old boy with unfriendly and even fierce glances.

One king, five archdukes.

Tails stood at the long table, and frowned: the Exeters didn't leave even a seat for him.

Nor did I want to give him an extra seat.

Bad.

He gritted his teeth slightly.

Tyers was forced to stand on the icy stone ground, facing the six most powerful lords of Exeter, who had to look up because he was not tall enough.

This made the atmosphere in front of him very bad for him.

It seems that respecting the old and loving the young is not the theme here - it seems to have returned to the days of beggars.

Thinking like this, the traverser laughed out loud in his heart.

Relieved a lot of tension.

Tails calmed his mood, he had gained a lot of experience from the winds and waves he had experienced since Red Square Street, and even in the face of the most dangerous situation, he was confident that he could calm down in an instant and find a way out.

And......

Tails looked at the five people on either side of him, but because of the backlight, the faces of the five were hidden in the dark, not very clear, only a pair of eyes flashed in the firelight, putting great pressure on the visitor.

Moreover, the joint Archduke Chaman Lombard and the Duke of Val Arende tried to get involved in the change of throne, assassinating the prince twice, one of which succeeded, and even set off an unprecedented diplomatic crisis between the two countries......

The culprits who almost caused wars and conflicts, disasters and deaths......

is also the culprit who ended up in today's field......

It's in these five people...... Tails looked at the five shadowy figures in the darkness, and secretly clenched his fists.

And his only possible ally is not so friendly.

Tails looked up at the old man on the other side of the table, at the far end.

He is a supreme ruler who has just lost his beloved son.

He couldn't help but notice that the stone hall was surrounded by cloth flags marked by dragon spears in the clouds, except that behind the old man was a huge square fireplace, and the wall at the top of the fireplace was inlaid with a ledge made of black wood.

On the ledge is a spear of unusual shape and unknown material.

Unlike the ancient knight's spears with gauntlets and fixed hilts that Tails saw in the books in Mindis Hall, this spear was two meters long, but it had no gauntlets, and was only frosted on the holding part of the two-thirds of the body, and the body of the spear shone with a silvery metallic color, but the head was dark and shiny, and it was equipped with a square cone-shaped sharp blade, which looked hideous and sharp.

"Soul Killer. ”

A low, slow voice rang out in the stone hall.

"That's the weapon that Necaru once used, the Walton family crest, and why we're called the Dragonlance family. The old man on the other side of the long table tilted his head slightly, and his face appeared in the darkness as the fire flickered.

It was a resolute but wrinkled face, with a silver-white hair color, with typical Northland features, deep-set eyes, a towering nose, and a prominent contour, with a curvature that hung alone on the corner of the mouth, revealing a trace of coldness.

"Its sharpness and danger are said to be comparable only to the judgment gun of the stars, and there are countless souls under the gun. ”

"Over the centuries, it has slaughtered and wreaked havoc on many of its most famous foes - even if it is as sinister as the 'Mourning Archduke', as vicious as the 'Human Slayer' Sira Darkthunder, as powerful as the 'wolf enemy' Kayla, as fierce as the Nightwing King, and as strange as the Magian of Power. ”

Tails frowned slightly.

Tails suddenly remembered Kaslan's assessment of the old man in front of him:

"He was a good king in his youth, a standard Walton man. ”

Tails and the old man looked at each other, and he noticed that the other party had a pair of cyan eyes, I don't know if it was inherited from the Walton family - Tails himself did not inherit Kessel's sky-blue eyes......

Tails was stunned for a moment, remembering what Queen Koya had said about his grey eyes—a trait that came from his mother.

His mind returned to his eyes.

But Tails shuddered.

He more or less noticed that the old man's cyan eyes were projecting a different kind of emotion at this moment.

It was vicissitudes and gloom, grief and anguish, like a person who had been immersed in despair for many years.

Dangerous and scary.

"For hundreds, thousands of years to come, the soul will be slaughtered as its name suggests," the old man with an iron face slowly spoke, converging into a powerful sentence: "More will be slaughtered." ”

(To be continued.) )