The Golden Dragon Will Never Take It For Granted

Manopura is not a big country. With the strength of Ansair and Sandro, even if they maintain their human form, it is only a few days' walk. In addition, Sandro does not need to sleep, so he can carry it on his back. Walk with Anse Er at night.

Ans El believed that Sandro would definitely be willing to carry him.

This time, the decision to help Manopura deal with Ansir, the Kingdom of Casilda, is serious.

Although the decision to teach a bad brother like King Casilda a lesson was an impromptu decision, think about it carefully.

Participating in this kind of war can not only justifiably slaughter human beings without being hunted down, but also earn a lot of wealth, why not do it?

As a metal dragon, Ansel's attitude towards humans is generally disgusting, and he feels that this is a race that is selfish and extremely arrogant.

Although as a dragon, it seems that he should not say other races are arrogant.

Ansair originally wanted to prostitute a caravan and let them carry Ansair and Sandro into the capital.

But because the war was about to start, Manopura was very nervous all over the country, and there was no caravan to appreciate it.

Of course, Anse Er can still find a caravan if he spends a lot of money.

But now Ans El is a mature golden dragon. He is no longer a little dragon who once regarded money as dung and did not know how difficult it was to make money.

Ansel didn't want to waste money unless it was a generosity of others.

However, on the way, they heard that the Marquis of Kaches Ridge was about to send troops to the capital in response to the king's call, and he would bring along the adventurers in the territory by the way.

So Ans Air and Sandro came to the Kaches Ridge. In order to make it easier for them to travel, Ans Air did not put on his special fishing clothes this time, but simply wore an adventurer's regular dress.

Sandro's clothes were much more normal this time, at least covering the places that should be covered, presumably because he didn't want to give benefits to others, but his unusually beautiful face still attracted a lot of people's peeps.

Fortunately, the others couldn't figure out the background of Ans El and Sandro, so they didn't act rashly.

This is a fantasy world, and it will be cool if you accidentally provoke someone you can't afford.

Ansair and Sandro were walking on the road when they suddenly saw three or five knights in armor surrounded by the door of a small farmhouse, and another knight on horseback with a long whip in his hand.

"Sirs, don't take it, don't take my food! Didn't I just pay the tax last month? This is my ration for the next six months! How can I live without this food!"

A skinny old peasant dressed in tatters and patches, with calluses on his hands, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing and crying.

"Lord Bright God! Save your devout people!"

The old farmer knelt down on the ground.

He raised his head with tears in his eyes, but saw that the last bag of potatoes in the house was about to be carried away by the knights and attendants, and he immediately became anxious.

The old peasant almost burst out with the instinct of survival, grabbed the potato desperately, and even the black iron knight attendant couldn't pull his hand away.

A knight attendant pulled out the long sword from his waist and raised it high.

"Fuck your mother's pariah! If you don't let go, then don't let it go!"

Both horizontally and vertically are all dead, and the old farmer will not let go of life or death.

Seeing that blood was about to be splattered on the spot, Ansi Er, the protagonist, just watched a good show and chose to stand by.

Although as a metal dragon, the justice in his bones told Ansier that the behavior of these knights and servants in front of him was no different from that of bullies, and he had a little sympathy for the old farmer.

But Ans El didn't even help the kobolds who had no stake in the underground world, and it was naturally even more impossible to help the hostile humans now.

Not to mention Sandro, if it wasn't for Ansi Er here, he would probably have caused a natural disaster on the continent.

None of the people who were driven to the underground world did not hate humans, and only Ansel was able to suppress Sandro.

However, a long whip struck the old farmer's hand with a loud noise before the knight's attendant's long sword fell.

The old farmer let go of his hand in pain. The whip looked serious, but in fact it only left a red whip mark, and the knight who shot was obviously restrained.

"Now that the kingdom is about to face war, you and other pariahs do not have the ability to kill the enemy, so naturally you should hand over all the food to ensure that there is no shortage of food and grass on the front line, and the soldiers have the strength to fight!"

The knight on the horse scolded the old peasant, and then led the other knights and servants to leave for the next place to harvest grain, leaving only the miserable old peasant crying in the farmhouse.

The knight on horseback bowed his head slightly, and the sun light made him unable to open his eyes.

After graduating from the Knight Academy and becoming a knight of the Marquis of Caches, he seems to be unable to pick up the code of knights who are benevolent, caring for the people, just and unyielding as knights.

"Adventurer? Did you go to the capital to prepare for the war?"

The knight asked as he passed by Anseir.

Ansel nodded.

The knight pointed to the side of the road with a long whip in his hand and smiled.

"Keep walking along this road, and you will see the manor of the Marquis of Kaches, where the Marquis will entertain you well. Good luck, brave adventurers."

After speaking, the knight rode past Ansair on horseback.

Ansel had to admit that although he didn't like humans in the big environment, there were always a few humans who could be considered good people.

Ansair and Sandro walked along the road, and it didn't take long for him to see many adventurers who were dressed similarly to them.

However, compared to the clean dresses of Ansi Er and Sandro, these adventurers felt more windy and dusty.

The Marquis of Kaches' manor is very large, and Anseyer can see from a distance that there are neatly manicured lawn gardens, and flower farmers shuttle between them. It is peaceful and quiet, as if the upcoming war will not have much impact on them.

In the center of the manor stands a tall and quaint castle. The marquis is entertaining some famous adventurers to look at the castle, making the originally gloomy castle look very lively.

Generally, where such nobles live, defensive circles are arranged, but the Eastern Continent strictly controls magic, so the marquis can only arrange patrolling knights around the manor and castle to ensure his own safety.

However, compared to the other side of the castle, Ans El felt that the entrance of the manor was obviously more lively.

Hundreds of black iron and bronze-level adventurers were stopped at the door. They were not qualified to enter the manor, and could only wait outside to follow the Marquis's army tomorrow.

These adventurers are all old fritters, and they don't seem to have any reaction on their faces when they are treated differently, but they are scolding mothers in their hearts.

What would a group of low-level adventurers pile up at the door?

Of course, it was bragging and joking about color, and the noise made the entrance of the manor very noisy.

"Law: Silence!"

A golden light came from behind the gate of the manor.

The adventurers who were still laughing and talking just now were shocked to find that they couldn't say a word. They looked at the figure behind the door and quickly bowed their heads respectfully.

It was a middle-aged priest wearing a priest's robe and holding a scripture in his hand.

Ansair and Sandro had just arrived at the gate of the manor. Sandro saw that the golden light was about to spread to him and quickly retreated.

"What's up?"

Ansier said in amazement that although the priest could easily suppress other adventurers, it was not worth mentioning to the two of them, so Ansier could not understand why Sandro's reaction was so big.

"Damn priest!"

Sandro gritted his teeth and looked at the figure behind the manor, and then explained to Ansel.

"My lord, the Church of Light was first established to deal with the plane of the undead, so although his strength is not strong, his holy word technique will cause a burning effect on me and expose his identity."

The ability of the Light God Sect cannot be said to restrain the undead. To be precise, it is like fire and water. When the two meet, they will react violently.

The damage of undead magic to the Church of Light also has additional bonuses.

Ansier nodded in combination with his heritage and memory, and increased his understanding of the church.

He turned his head and saw that an adventurer was entering the manor.

The adventurer first took out a token made of silver to show his identity, and then he burst out with silver vindictiveness.

Only adventurers above silver are eligible to enter the manor to receive the hospitality of the marquis.

"Swear to the great God of Light, Holy Word: Lie Detection!"

I saw the priest lift the scripture over the head of the adventurer in front of him, and a golden light enveloped him.

"I swear to fight for the Kingdom of Manopura!"

The adventurer said loudly with his left hand on his chest.

The golden light above his head was shining, proving that he was not lying.

The priest nodded, and a knight stepped out from behind him to lead the adventurer into the castle.

The mission of the surrounding priests here is to detect whether there are assassins sent by Casilda for the Marquis, and he has to act cautiously at the critical moment.

The strength test is not difficult to pass, and Ansi Er's natural magic can even simulate a grudge, but Sandro can't pass the lie test.

This kind of detection is not valid for the powerhouse of their strength, but the power of the Holy Light contained in it will expose Sandro's identity.

For the lich appearing on the mainland, the Light God Sect will definitely send strong men to hunt them down, and then it will be troublesome.

Although it is not difficult to sneak in from other places, but if you are treated as an assassin after entering, that is not the purpose of Anselm's visit.

"My lord, if you go first, I can go to the capital on my own."

Sandro lowered his head and said that although he didn't want to be separated from Ansier for even a second, he felt that Ansier's happiness was more important.

Invisibly, his dog-licking realm towards Ansi Aier has been improved by another level.

"What are you thinking, I won't leave you behind. If it's a big deal, we won't hitch a ride and let's go by ourselves."

Ansier rolled his eyes and said, he is not the kind of person who will leave his subordinates at will.

Except for the ugly goblins.

"My lord!"

Sandro's eyes glowed, and he looked at Ansier moved, making Ansier see a layer of goose skin on his back.

Just as Ansair and Sandro were about to leave, Ansair heard a loud noise from the door of the manor behind him.

"Why can't we go in, we are also the ones who will give our lives for the safety of the kingdom!"

A boy with black hair and black pupils, looking at only fifteen or sixteen years old with a childish face, a boy with a long sword on his back was questioning loudly at the entrance of the manor.

"Just because you only have the strength of black iron! It's ridiculous that a few brats don't run out of cattle to be adventurers at home!"

The knight at the entrance of the manor threw the black iron token in his hand on the ground, his eyes full of sarcasm.

"What are you doing! My token!"

The boy quickly picked up the token from the ground and wiped off the dust on it with a distressed expression.

After putting away the token, he pointed at the knight with an angry face.

"You not only insulted us, but also wanted to break my token, I want to duel with you!"

"Brother, I...I...let's forget it. Don't...don't...fight."

A girl with a longbow behind the boy grabbed his left hand and stuttered.

The boy's left hand was grabbed by another girl with short brown curly hair, who shook her head at the boy.

All three of them are about the same age.

"A stammer, a mute, a dumb boy, are you also considered adventurers like this?"

The knight sneered.

The priest behind the gate of the manor could not help frowning when he heard the knight's words.

"you!"

The boy shook off the hands of the two girls, took out the long sword behind him and rushed out, and the knight also took off the sword from his waist and held it in his hand.

The boy is young, he has already cultivated a grudge, and he is considered to be qualified. If he has money, he may be admitted to the academy for further studies.

But the knight looked at the boy who rushed forward in anger and did not panic at all. He was a bronze-level knight, and only one hand was enough to clean up a little boy.

Before cultivating silver-level fighting spirit, the duel between warriors is far less fancy than a magician.

In Ansier's eyes, the two of them were just like the martial arts scenes they saw in their previous lives. You and I have gone through a few moves, but it is clear that the boy quickly fell into the disadvantage. It was obviously the first attack, but he had already fallen into the disadvantage. Passively beaten.

The knight could end the battle quickly, but he deliberately delayed, slashing the boy's thigh, piercing the boy's arm, and piercing his chest with each sword.

The boy is also a stunned young man. He knows that he can't beat him, but he has to grit his teeth and refuse to surrender.

"Go to hell, boy!"

The knight had finally had enough, and one sword flew away from the boy's sword, and another slashed the boy in the face.

At the critical moment~www.readwn.com~ a flying arrow attacked the knight, the knight could only give up attacking the boy, and instead picked up the arrow that was in front of him.

But he didn't notice that a short knife had quietly come to his back and stabbed his heart.

The knight rushed forward in embarrassment. Although the short knife failed to pierce the armor on his body, the knight was still sweating coldly on his forehead.

Accidentally, he almost died in front of his own house, and he was also humiliated in front of many adventurers.

The more the knight thought about it, the more angry he became, and the veins on his forehead appeared.

The boy alone can't beat the knight, but with an archer and an assassin, it's hard to say.

They are an adventure team.

The boy got up from the ground and regained his long sword, and the two girls stood with him.

"Let's go together, none of you want to live today!"

The knight held a sword in his right hand and a shield in his left, and roared at them fully armed.