By the winter of 1353, the war that had been going on on for a long time on the East Coast was finally beginning to subside.

The occasion for all this was the accession of the new emperor to the throne of Padrosi.

Clovis Ambrose Seksiyotu I, who had just turned 11, was born in the midst of war and apparently inherited his father's talents, and even beyond. Since he was a child, he has become a prop in power, and he has been used by several nobles as a bargaining chip to compete for the position of regent, but he has not been frightened into becoming an incompetent person. Instead, he absorbed countless knowledge and became a young but deep monarch.

The emperor, who has always been a low-key man, has cultivated many cronies in the interior, and his methods are so secretive that when he issued an arrest order on the day he ascended the throne, several of the great nobles in the empire who thought they controlled him did not even react.

In astonishment and disbelief, they were stripped of their titles and imprisoned.

"You all treat me as children, but it's like the story of the boy and the giant. The giant was blinded by his size and was eventually defeated by the shepherd boy who used the sling. This phrase came out of his mouth and eventually became a world-famous proverb.

But there is also such news circulating in the market, and there has always been someone secretly who is helping the young emperor.

It is said that the maids in the court once saw a "person with the same color as the emperor" coming and going, but it is not known whether such rumors were smeared by political enemies or true.

All in all, the war in the empire was gradually quelled within two months. But further north, peace in the kingdom of Suomir came two years later.

It was not until the autumn of 1355 that the tumults, raids, and various antagonisms, large and small, finally showed signs of easing.

It all began with the return of the Great Swordsman of the Southern Expedition in 1344.

Despite the efforts of the Church, the royal family, and the major nobles to control the propaganda, the rumor that the heroes had conspired to murder Field Marshal Heinzswerm by dismantling the bridge across the river and dismantling the bridge was still circulating among the people. After the frenzy, faced with an increasingly miserable life, the people who had calmed down began to regret it. This feeling of remorse, combined with a number of civilian-military clashes, eventually led to civilians raising flags in protest and the antagonism between the royal family and the aristocracy became more and more serious.

Because of the fact that Yetjinazon could not be cleaned, his popularity in Suomir also fell to the bottom for a time.

What was supposed to be an attempt to maintain one's own power turned out to be the trigger for a decline in his popularity.

This kind of thing is about the same thing.

It doesn't have to be really sympathetic, maybe it's just that life has become difficult and he has become dissatisfied with the church and the aristocracy, so he takes the opportunity to explode. But all in all, the great swordsmen, who were the widows of the marshal, took the opportunity to finally take root among the people of Suomir. Originally just strangers and defected imperial knights, they have now begun to train the natives of Suomir as great swordsmen, and gradually spread their popularity among the people.

"Stand among the people and fight for the people. Shouting such slogans, they did not budge an inch against the church or the aristocracy. In the course of more than a decade, it has developed into a third force that cannot be ignored in Suomir.

Not only that, but the church and the royal aristocratic camp, which were originally on the same front, also began to have antagonistic emotions because of the unsatisfactory affairs and the uneven distribution of benefits.

The nobles need the influence of the church, and the church needs the nobles to fight the real army.

The break came with the formation of the Armed Forces of the Yatina Religious Court in the summer of 1347 – a clear distrust of the nobility, and the Jetinas themselves took up the sword. Using fanatical religious personnel and previous experience in training the Silver Guard Knights, the Church's own armed forces were created. This self-respecting approach directly led to the dissatisfaction of the royal family and nobles, but it also gave the great swordsmen the opportunity to rise further because of their infighting.

In the autumn of 1355, Suomir formed a three-legged situation. All parties clamp each other down, intrigue and deceive. Interests are so intertwined that if one party intervenes lightly, it can easily lead the other two parties to join forces, and ironically have a fragile but precious peace when neither side has any trust in each other.

The war is over, at least on the surface.

The people breathed a sigh of relief and tried to move on with life.

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"Keep an eye on it. Eriaron, keep an eye on me with your little eyes!" the old man's Suomir whispered beside him, and the wind blowing in front of him made the hoarfrost-stained beard on his face and the fluff on his warm hat tremble slightly.

And the young man named Eriaron had a white face that was flushed and looked a little uncomfortable.

The two of them lay on the snow, and the cold was through the thick clothes. Even for the hardy Suomir, the weather here is a bit uncomfortable. They are now located 30 kilometres north of Northern Europe, a vast expanse of land where lakes and forests are still plentiful, but few people are inhabited.

Extreme weather is one factor, but the other is the variety of terrifying large local creatures.

It is also known as the saber-toothed tiger with snow-white fur and two long fangs, the giant dire wolf, the snowman who can kill both with his bare hands, and the even bigger giant. In addition to this there are all sorts of bizarre creatures, and most importantly, of all.

Dragon.

It's too dangerous for humans to be accessible even to the most seasoned hunters if they're best prepared.

And the reason why their grandchildren still came, in the final analysis, was because they were trapped in life.

Years of war have greatly reduced the yield of crops that are staple foods, and the same is true for animal husbandry. In order to fill their stomachs, people fished a lot of fish, which caused the salmon production in the river to start to decline, and the hunger became sinister.

Suomir's ban on hunting was in effect in the wealthy south, where all the game in the forests was owned by the nobles of the territory, and the people were not allowed to hunt at will.

As a result, the hunters of civilian origin had to travel to the more distant and treacherous northern regions, where they fought against the natural environment and terrible creatures, literally "taking food from the jaws of the tiger".

The environmental and biological threats alone are worrying enough, but hunting itself is anything but easy.

It has been 3 days since the grandfather and grandson came out.

With the running ability of excellent sled dogs, they chased a herd of moose deep into the far north.

The supplies consumed by a trip are not small. In order to ensure sufficient physical strength for hunting, not only people, but also sled dogs must also prepare rations. Even though they are given pieces of fish that are frozen as hard as wood that people don't eat, it is also a large expense. They must get their hands on prey big enough to make the trip worthwhile.

Young Eriaron was apparently as distracted as any boy of his age. The more than ten minutes of lying down and waiting were extremely difficult for him, and he felt that the ground lying under him was cold and hard, and it was very uncomfortable, and the whole person was very uncomfortable. He quietly raised his head to look at his grandfather, and after seeing that the old man was engrossed in paying attention to the moose in the distance, he took out a small notebook of coarse paper and a charcoal pen from his bosom with subtle movements, and began to write down something "sizzling".

Only when he does this kind of thing can he be able to concentrate on it.

The minutes ticked by, and as young Eriaron finished the paragraph, a cold voice sounded above him.

"Haven't you given up on your dream of becoming a scribe, just like your unsuccessful father? Grandpa's voice was cold, and Eriaron reached out and picked up the pen and paper in his arms, looking at him with a wary face.

"How many times have I said that this kind of daydream should not be there! ”

"People always know their own status and know the limits of their abilities so that they will not suffer. ”

"Your father's idiot has always been pretentious and says that everyone else is a frog at the bottom of the well, but staying at the bottom of the well is happiness, what is the result of his trying to climb out?"

"I can't even go out to hunt when my body collapses, and all the money is invested in buying paper and pens, hoping that I can get the appreciation of a great nobleman, but I have never been able to do it, and finally I have become a waste who borrows alcohol all day long!"

"Don't be like that, Ariaron—" "But this is my dream!" Ariaron hung his head, "And didn't Grandpa be a scribe before, and you taught me how to read—"

"Then you haven't considered why I chose to become an Orion!

"Ahh

"——!" The neat group of dogs approached with the sleigh, and the old man grasped the crossbow with one hand that had been wound but not with arrows, and lifted Eriaron up and put it on the sleigh with the other.

"Chase——!" he urged the human dogs to run quickly, and the sleigh glided smoothly across the snow with its long, smooth touch. A "rumble" sound sounded on the other side, and the frightened moose herd ran wildly from the left side around the lake, while the old man hesitated only for a moment.

"Turn left!" he shouted, causing the sled dogs to turn around and charge straight towards the ice.

"Grandpa!" said Eriaron looked a little alarmed. The lake is not completely frozen, and deer and other animals come here to drink, which is why they choose this place as an ambush spot. But crossing the ice is also a bit worrying.

"Wealth is in danger!" the old man said in a calm tone.

"Who said you want to know your status and stay at the bottom of the well—" The boy shouted loudly and let out a girl-like scream.

"Click-step-step-" took a shortcut through the ice and the sled managed to catch up with the moose's team, "Woo-" The large moose let out a deep cry, and some of them began to break away from the group to avoid them, but the old man saw that he was in the right range and stretched out his hand towards Eriaron.

"Give it to me!" In the icy weather of the Northlands, the crossbows made of a combination of gel and animal tendons will be stiff and difficult to open, while the powerful steel crossbows will break, so only simple wooden crossbows can be used. But it's not powerful enough, and it's also very close-

As the sleigh approached quickly, the clever dogs ran after the moose branch that had been driven out, splashing snow all over the place, and the terrain began to get complicated – there was no chance to miss it.

"Ah, good!" Eriaron clumsily reached out and rummaged through the inside of his clothes, the less powerful wooden crossbow could not kill the large creature moose on its own, so their killer weapon was an anesthetic made of plant juice. But the anesthetics freeze out in cold weather, so he carries small clay bottles containing them close to his body and uses his body temperature to maintain a liquid state.

"Hurry!" "Click!!" the sleigh shook at the rough ground, and the old man wound his strings, his crossbow arrows in his hand, urging Eriaron.

"All right!" the boy fumbled for his clay pot at last, but the moment he jerked out his hand and handed it to his grandfather—"Wow!" threw the coarse paper notes and charcoal that were also in his arms.

"Don't-" "Eriaron!!" The boy who subconsciously leaned out of his body was thrown directly into the snow and rolled repeatedly.

"Ahhh

The snow and the thick winter clothes saved him, and he finally stopped after rolling in snow. But when he finally got up again after trembling for a long time, he found that he was already in a strange forest, and his grandfather and sled dogs were not nearby.

"Note—" The rough paper and charcoal fell to the side, and he ran over to pick it up and pat the snow off it.

"Lord—whoa—" The young man who was about to call out his grandfather glanced out of the corner of his eye, and suddenly saw a huge footprint next to him.

He was so frightened that he was silent, because the footprints that were almost the size of his head looked like those of a cat, apparently left by the snow tiger, one of the large local predators.

"It still looks fresh. "Ariaron, who had some basic knowledge of hunting, observed it and thought that the footprint should have been left within a few hours. He looked closely, and saw some different footprints a little earlier.

"It's moose, it looks like they're being tracked. He looked at it for a moment, then subconsciously began to walk forward with his notes in his hands.

"There are footprints again, are they lone moose, huh—no—" The boy noticed a new set of footprints, which seemed to be a little later than Snow Tiger's.

"The footprints are different from moose, they belong to horses! And there is a circle next to the footprints, which are warm leg guards for horses in winter, and this is a horse that someone rides!" his eyes lit up, and he felt that he had found hope, and he ran forward. The young man didn't pay much attention to why there were other people in such a place, and he just ran forward following the horse's hoof prints, thinking that if he met someone, he would hopefully follow them back to the town.

He trudged through the snow to get closer to the forest, where there seemed to be some geothermal presence, the lake was not icy at all, and the air seemed to feel warmer.

The dark green of the fir in the distance was deep, and he could see the horse tied to the tree—but where was he—the boy searched around for the man who could help him, but it was at this moment that he heard a sound in the air.

It sounded like thunder.

"Oh my God......"

The sun was shining brightly.

The white snow and the lake in the distance reflect it all.

And the white dragon, whose wingspan covers the sky, glides gracefully and falls to the ground.

"Ahh

The bright red cloak hunted.

The owner of the horse walked towards the dragon with white wings.

"Oh my God—" Eriaron froze in place, breathing heavily, feeling his heart beat so fast that he couldn't help himself.

The conversation between the dragon and the knight was not fully understood by him because of the distance, only the last sentence and the laughter of the white dragon resounding through the valley could be clearly heard.

"Hahahahaha-"

"That's worth looking forward to!" said the dragon, then turned his back to the knight and leaped to his feet.

He walked to the horse, untied the reins, stepped on the horse's back, and walked away.

And the boy couldn't come back to his senses for a long time because of this shocking scene, but just stood there, constantly thinking about what he had seen, what all this was all about.

It wasn't until a long time later that he reacted

"Ahh

Pulling a tightly tied moose, the sleigh stopped in front of him.

The old man's face first had a worried look, then it turned serious, but after hesitating to ask for the lesson in his mouth, he finally couldn't say it, the eyebrows loosened, and he exhaled a white breath.

"Ariaron Katayanan, do you know what you've done. ”

"I know, but you won't believe what I've seen compared to that, grandpa—" said the boy in glee.

"I'm convinced, or you'd think I'm following something. ”

"God, dragon—" said the old man, holding his forehead with a look of fear.

"No, it's not that!" said Ariaron with a look of excitement on his face.

"It's going to be a great story, and it's going to make me a scribe!"

"Yes, yes, but until then, let's go back. ”

"Back to Aurora Sud. ”

"Back to our home. ”

"Oh, now the Imperials have given her a new name. ”

"Polusaro. The old man shook his head: "What a terrible name. ”

"I think people will soon forget such a name. ”