Sirea, Lord of the Viscounts, family coat of arms "Long-maned Lynx", whose territory is located on the eastern side of the Glosso Mountains.

When Snowton's army marched south, the old viscount had just celebrated his sixty-first birthday. Although the deed of nobility clearly stipulated that those who were over sixty years old could be exempted from the obligation to join the army in battle, Viscount Sirea, who claimed to be a distant relative of the royal family, still led his private army to the battlefield.

According to the establishment of the Southern Expeditionary Army, he was subordinate to the rear battalion of the Eighth Army Corps stationed in the Duke of Borriello, and was responsible for the escort of grain and grass supplies. After camping tonight, Viscount Sirea suddenly saw the smoke rising into the sky dozens of miles away, and became suspicious, so he led his troops to find out, but he did not expect such a tragic picture in front of him.

"Alert. The leader of the convoy raised his palms, fearing that the attackers were not far away. The six knights patrolled around the village in pairs and in pairs, but did not find anything out of the ordinary. But the boy who escaped by hiding in the cesspool was brought back by them.

"What's your name, kid?" said Sirea, sitting upright in the saddle, looking down at the boy in front of him. The knight next to him lowered the torch so that he could see better.

"I ...... My name is ......" The boy had not yet broken free from his panic, and his eyes were wandering around, as if he wanted to escape. It was a boy of about thirteen or fourteen years old, with short brown hair and a dark and ugly appearance, he was dressed in tattered clothes, his eyebrows were full of panic, and his body emitted a foul smell, which was disgusting.

"Say, boy, what is going on here?" the old viscount motioned for the knights to disperse, so as not to frighten him, and even his voice softened considerably.

"Dragon, a dragon, it breathes fire everywhere...... Cannibalism...... My mom and dad, uncle and neighbor. It has eaten them all......" said the boy, howling and weeping, and at last he realized that those vivid faces, his dearest, would never be seen again.

Sirea pondered the meaning of his words. Suddenly, his complexion changed drastically. As we all know, the only giant dragon on the continent now is Viscount Davide's mount dragon Pringer, could it be that it attacked this village?

The nearby knights also reacted and couldn't help but look at each other. In the eyes of these low-level soldiers, Davide the Dragon Knight is definitely a hero of Snowton, although they don't even know what he looks like.

"The head of the house. This is not to be believed. The black-bearded and black-haired knight leader leaned over and rested his palms on the hilt of his sword at his waist. Of course, he knew that this boy had no courage to lie, but he had to question it, because they could not afford to provoke Viscount Davide, and if they meddled in their affairs, they would only cause endless trouble.

"What did you say?" Sirea swept his right hand clenching his sword, and after a brief pause. I immediately figured out the trick. Although he is also a viscount, he is a country nobleman. I'm afraid not even Davide's leg hair can compare. The other party is already a general in command of an army, and he can only escort logistics materials in the rear, and he does not even have a formal establishment.

What's more, Davide is a cousin who is deeply favored by the king, and his "holy blood madness" can only be practiced by royal nobles who have lion blood flowing in it. And the so-called "royal blood" of the Sirea family. It comes from a prodigal son who was exiled to the mountains of Goloso for sin hundreds of years ago, and the difference between them is simply incomparable.

"The head of the house, I can't take care of this. We can't take care of it," seeing his hesitation, the knight leader persuaded in his ear, "Once the king or Viscount Davide is angered, the whole family will be implicated......

"Put your sword down first," said Sirea, frowning, "Do you have the heart to kill people?

"Head of the house, take a step back, how can you be sure that he is not lying?" the knight leader let go of his hand and pointed at the dazed young man, "Even if he is brought to the king, will he dare to testify against Viscount Davide in person?

"I dare!" he said before the boy suddenly shouted, "I'm not lying!

"It's all true?" asked the knight leader, straightening his back and straightening his face, "Then why are you still alive? ”

As he asked, he deliberately turned on the coercion of the high-level warrior, and the boy involuntarily took half a step back, as if he was being targeted by a beast. But thinking of the relatives and friends who died tragically, a stream of blood welled up in the young man's chest, which made him raise his head, and replied in a trembling voice, "I hid in the cesspool behind the village and never came out, and the dragon was eating people in the village, so I didn't find ......."

The knight leader was about to ask again, but Sirea waved his hand to stop him, shook his head and sighed, "He didn't lie, you see, he still has feces on him." ”

"But ......" the knight leader sighed in his heart, he knew all this, but sometimes, people have to play stupid.

"I ask you, is there any need for him to lie?" the old viscount turned his head to stare at him, and asked in a deep voice, "his family is ruined, his parents are tragically dead, and he still has the leisure to frame a certain high-ranking person? ”

"My lord, my lord......" the young man knelt before Sirea's horse and begged in a loud voice, "please help me, please." ”

"What do you want me to help you?" asked the old viscount in a deep breath.

The young man was stunned by the question, knelt there, and didn't say a reason for a long time. After all, he was still a child, and his instincts couldn't tell him what to do next.

"I can give you a sum of money, and you can pretend that nothing happened, change places, and live well. Seeing his confused look, Sirea sighed. The knight leader on the side breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that the head of the house was not old and confused, this was indeed the best solution.

"No, no!" the boy jerked his head up, his face full of tears, hatred and sorrow converging into a torrent, and the answer blurted out, "I want to ...... Revenge. ”

As soon as this sentence came out, his speech became much more flexible, "My lord, I am willing to testify against that dragon knight to my face, the sheriff said that we are already Snowdon's people, so why, Snowdon's dragon knight, will attack us for no reason?"

"Are you sure?" the old viscount stroked his gray beard under his chin, and a strange look appeared on his square face.

"Even if it's death, I'm going to do it. The boy kowtowed heavily, his forehead slammed against the gravel, and blood was faintly oozing.

People are like that, to be strong, they often only need a reason.

… (To be continued......)

PS: (One more.) ）