"Don't worry about it. As the Grand Magister of the Principality, he really has a bad character." The armor rubbed against the wooden table, making a slight sound, and a gurgling sound resounded in his throat.
"Huh? Why don't you go? Is your outfit meant to be used for a performance on stage?" The glass window was closed again, and the speaker was none other than Kamerin, the great fire magician.
"I can't beat you. Although I, a high-level knight, have a distinguished status, in terms of immediate combat power, I believe I will be killed instantly by the opponent."
The armored man grinned, and the shadow of the wall hid his face, making it difficult for people to see his expression clearly. On the opposite side, it was Rikka who was eating a sugar cake.
The aura of the fighting spirit tornado not only lit up the Twin Towers, but also suddenly awakened Boom who was practicing. Rikka's beast-like pressure slowly spread, and the tan skin spread to the short blade.
However, Boom shook his head and signaled Rikka not to be so nervous. Under the protection of the magic crystal shadow lamp, I believe that even the great mage cannot easily find the two of them.
After standing there stupidly for more than ten minutes, Rikka sat down next to Boom, and then took out two pieces of white sugar cake from the dimensional space.
"Brother, that person should be looking for us, he is so tyrannical and vindictive." Rikka said softly while reading the novel.
"Then you are still so absent-minded? Can you have a sense of crisis?" Boom put away the black wooden staff and replied helplessly.
"No, anyway, as long as I'm with my brother, it's fine. The worst we can do is go to the Hall of Valor and cause chaos again." Rikka tugged at her hair, then rolled her eyes and said.
"Go to sleep. Don't turn off the magic crystal lamp tonight. You should stay at home for the next few days." Boom carried Rikka back to her bed and carefully covered her with the quilt.
At the same time, the top of the Twin Towers made the sound of creaking wooden doors opening and closing. Kamerin was still sitting by the window, but the wine in his glass had long dried up.
He did not go to see the person who left, because in the long years between the two of them, tonight was just an insignificant episode.
That year, the two of them secretly went to the Nightingale Grassland to fly a kite. That year, the two of them entered the Principality College side by side. That year, the two of them were made to stand late at night for teasing their tutor. That year, he became the Grand Magister of Cisse, and he
Then command the principality’s army.
Ford, the commander of the Principality of West Sai, and Kamerin were childhood friends. The friendship between the two is comparable to the stars and the moon. No matter which side is in danger, the other will definitely tear the enemy apart.
Kamerin even had a secret conversation with Grand Duke Grylls, and he could use his own life to kill his enemies, whether they were King Ogu or the gods.
"You should rest more if you have nothing to do. For such an old bachelor, remember to visit my children more often. Maybe there will be a magician among them."
Ford's voice echoed in the Twin Towers, and everyone who saw this man bowed and saluted. This respect did not come from his friend Camerin, but from his countless achievements.
Kamerin spat softly when he heard the words, but he looked towards the northern border of Xisai, with some worry in his eyes, but more of them were heroic and fearless.
The strong high-legged horses collided with the bluestone road and made a loud noise, and the crowded street was divided into two halves. Although the Sisai people are naturally cynical, they particularly respect the principality’s cavalry.
This respect comes from the throne made of blood, from every soldier within the city walls, and even from Gunma Peak, the principality’s strongest supporter.
"Sir, I heard that another batch of graduates are coming this year? Are they strong? They are not all scumbags who are holding us back, right?" the adjutant asked loudly, waving his whip.
"You talk a lot, be careful I'll be the first to tell you to get out of Qunma Peak! But those boys really need to work hard." Ford was the first to bear the brunt, and ran towards the northern border of Xisai under the stars.
Early the next morning, everyone returned to the Principality Legion. The tall horses were panting, and the adjutants were slumped on the grass.
Although Ford's feet were slightly trembling, as the commander of the principality, it was not easy for him to go crazy with his subordinates. Therefore, he chose to endure it silently and kept looking into the distance.
"Boss, why don't you sit down and drink some wheat bar, so you don't fall off the horse for a while."
"Hahaha, what are you telling the truth about, high-ranking knight, our commander."
"No, you guys are too unruly. Sir, please sit here, I'm already warm."
"Huh? That's the sauced beef cooked by my wife herself. Sir, please save some for me."
Ford sat on the grass dumbfounded. Although he was the commander of the principality, he was a very good talker in private. Because in his view, soldiers are also human beings, not killing tools.
This is different from any principality. Cisse's willful behavior is fully reflected at this moment. But everyone knows very well that they have only one goal.
The midday sun mixed with sweat and roar, the shadow of the sword kept dancing in the air, and mountains of official documents were kept being delivered to the camp.
The adjutants are no longer as frivolous as before. Everyone is concentrating on reviewing, and even the best among them are thinking about the commander's torture.
On the huge sand table, there are countless traces of the ancient city of Aogu in the center, and the border of the Principality of Xisai is even more blurry. Ford watched coldly and listened quietly to the opinions of his adjutants.
Although high-level knights are very rare, they are indispensable to the principality. It is lucky to be appreciated by the king, let alone be held as a commander.
Therefore, Ford's greatest advantage does not come from himself, but from his mind to recognize people and make good use of them. In other words, in the Principality of Cisse, as long as you are a war genius, you will definitely get matching rewards.
"Sir, to put it bluntly, Aogu City is just an iron barrel. My subordinates believe that the only way to win is to attack by force."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, are all you thinking about is muscles? Attacking by force? Is Anthony, the Blessed Knight, just a decoration?"
"The advantage of a magician is not in duels, but in maximizing the legion's combat power. We should maximize our strengths and avoid our weaknesses, and try to avoid small-scale team battles."
"There is only one result of victory, but the process varies from time to time and from person to person. Since the dark elves are our allies, the killer must also be taken into consideration."
Ford was drinking ale while listening to the suggestions of his adjutants. This routine meeting is the tradition of the Cisse Army. Anyone can speak freely, and any suggestion may be adopted by the commander.
As for those who have made fortunes from this, they are already countless. Incentives are always better than instruments of torture, and gold coins are more willing to do so.
"Today's meeting minutes will be completely tallied, and then each of you will point out the pros and cons of these opinions. The judges will be announced in three days, and the winner will be awarded a crystal coin."
Ford's loud voice stopped the quarrel. It was almost evening now, and the legion training that should be done must not be delayed. Amidst the smoke, Ford sat in the crowd, eating the same food as the soldiers.
Training day after day, just to prepare for the day of battle with King Ogu. This is the obsession of every Xisai person, and it is also the unruly nature of being the patron saint of the principality.