Chapter 549

Chapter 549: Prepare to advance 2

Although I refused to accept the contract for the dragon I named Lyda, she was able to capture the rough dragon palace move.

“Is the size of the palace around a hundred?”

“Including those flying externally. Because with our sense of time, a journey on a yearly basis doesn’t hit or leave.”

“Resident?

“70…… no, except for the old dragon chai dragon, which is not counted in the battle, is it a place called 50”

“… quite a bit.”

Given that the Russell Desert Palace, where one of Lyra lived, and the Mystie Palace of the Maires are negligible extremes… again, this may be the first time we have ever been in contact with a proper dragon society.

In contrast, Mr. Deane says he will perish with dignity. And I’m afraid it’s going to happen when I get serious.

“What resonates with the liner… including the one that was picked up this time, about twenty and five heads”

“So it’s almost halved…”

“No, not everyone who comes this time is a liner endorser. Directly, it’s a group of young dragons who jumped out of anger at the rider for treating the dragon slayer lightly.”

“… I wonder if I’ve done something wrong”

In a way, wasn’t it a collision of mistakes and mistakes?

“It is also true that there has originally been a trend among us to emphasize liners recognised by our compatriot, Shario, to doubt your qualities and, if there are gaps, to peel off the skin of the haze…. you lack hegemony as a rider. The dragon asks the rider for the qualities of a hero… the certainty of becoming something in a man’s world. There was no air in your standing behavior. There were many voices that were chosen by the cloudy dragons of the mood to be unworthy.”

“… when they say there, hey”

So you can’t tolerate that you were willing to kick me off, but whoever sees that I’m about to end up doing nothing compared to a liner.

Brave man, to be elite in line with Naia, it takes talent as well as an enduring effort away. The will and track record that went so far is never a lie.

A liner who has become a substantial ruler of Carlwin is about to do something big after this, because from a dragon’s point of view, it would be something called “heroic qualities” that deserve to be liked.

Compared to what I’ve been doing, gather up some girls as porn. Make more fine pieces.

“Well, Smythson, you’re not wrong to say that the ten heads don’t look like heroes at all.”

“Hey, Naris, what do you think people don’t say?”

“Oh, no, I’m complimenting you? I’m not particularly disparaging, as a matter of fact?

Thank you, Naris, for deciding to hit the drifting subtle air. Yeah. I’m in trouble when people say I look like a hero, too.

Or I miss your reluctance so much.

“But now I know. You can never be anything.”

“No, you can’t do anything, can you? Hopefully, the great guys and the awesome guys can move whatever they want in history.”

“… but you actually chose to fight. Sharpen ourselves until we crush ourselves.”

“That would be if my woman told me she was going to get her hands on it…. Whatever.”

Lyda kneels again when she hears it.

“In doing so, for my love, I do not give in to anything, I do not give up, I wear a crack at any huge thing. It was that will, irrespective of its power, that called for help until it slammed down the dragon herd. I guess that’s what this is all about.”

I simply don’t like the fact that a pretty girl I want to fuck ends up pathetic.

That’s all.

It was the predecessor Ulysses who snorted satisfactorily at it.

“That’s a dragon. If you try to understand, Satoshi.”

“No, king, something cool tight, but subtly different”

“No, it’s not. … you don’t have to change your mind. So what you’ve accomplished so far, what you’re going to accomplish, isn’t going to be a big deal anymore.”

“… ha”

I hope that’s okay with you guys, but I’m subtly uncomfortable when they say it in a very sublime way.

“So the Presbyterians are okay, right? Ray and Emma.”

“A party headed by Elder Garam was detained behind the Palace after clashes with the Liners…. It is repellent to take lives between fellow dragon brethren, but without it, the battle of dragons lacks the offensive power of each other’s special, and rarely leads to life. So no one has lost their lives… especially Ray and Emma, who resisted so hard that they didn’t leave a full regeneration and are now almost incapacitated”

“… right”

You worked hard, those two.

I need to thank you if I see you again.

“… but then… you’re starting to wonder if you can contain the Palace dragon properly with your earlier declaration of war.”

liners up to half the real head count. I mean a faction that doubts my qualities and doesn’t recognize heroism like a liner in me.

Those alone stopped talking and the elders also came up with the possibility that they were losing their mouth.

“So please use me. Many people should be able to hear the words of their compatriots. You are strong, but the Palace will not be alarmed if it clashes after this. In the future, sacrifices will be inevitable. We have to increase the number of people who come down with persuasion. Please.”

…………

Lleda, I want to minimize the cost of my fellow dragons.

We were a complete victory in the war, too, but we want to continue to make no sacrifices.

The interests are beautifully matched.

“I’m going to ask Lleida to go home and talk calmly about this intent again…”

When I ask around like that, Sir Bay of the Twin Swords whisks his brow as he strokes his jaw.

“Doesn’t returning alone just make you the same as the Presbyterians?

“Uh… maybe so”

“As she hoped, it would be better to get them to join the line as they were, and put them out after they were in the phase of poking the formation together. I’m guessing the messenger has already returned other survivors?

“… right”

Personally, I don’t know if it stays very close. I’m a little nervous because I have a strong push toco when I assume a dragon.

“Don’t look so anxious, Lord Owner”

That’s where Lyla got mixed up in the story. When I realized how long I had been here, I drank alcohol directly from the bar next to Mr. Deane.

“I’ll keep an eye on him. He’s right, it must be a dragon with use.”

“… no, well… there’s something subtly different about my worries”

“Ho.”

“The dragon that wants me to be a rider is a little pushy.”

“Ho. That’s right. It’s close to asking people to marry. Once you make up your mind, you can’t do that.”

“Maybe it is, but come on…”

“If you’re going to take this story, this life, this century-old loyalty, it’s cheap.”

Lyda is getting much closer again.

Awesome trouble.

You don’t want a contract in a deal because it’s that kind of heavy stuff.

“There are some things in the world called political marriage.”

Tetes is turning to cover Lyda all the time. You betrayed me.

Sharon is also nodding next to it.

“Even if the trigger is a political ploy, if you’re on the verge of being beautiful, love is something you’ll grow up with later.”

“You guys are having fun with me getting in trouble.”

“No.”

“If you can see how wonderful our husband is, it’s not a rush to have more dragons in your people”

And Maia is a little grumpy while Lyla and Tetes are in favor.

“What does Maia think?

“Doesn’t feel very good”

“Why”

Maia puts her arms together and puffs off her face as she gets stuffed by Lyda to distance herself from Piong.

“Dragon slayer stuff. You’ve been banging the party, you’re doing too well”

“Dragonslayer contraindications (taboos) will be the same everywhere. And you want to be sure.”

I don’t know.

Do you feel like for Maia, who hasn’t lived the Fire Dragon War, she just looks like an asshole who flutters with one of those words and just shows her belly if she gets hit with a pussy?

Well, I don’t know how the dragons feel because I’m human now.

“It won’t be the part where we have to rush to a conclusion. Today we all fought against dragons over unfamiliar air travel. Let’s give it a rest.”

Mr. Deane divides up and announces his dissolution. Surely there is no need for us all to get together and talk about this any more?

“Ho, right. Look, Randall. Prepare the bed for me.”

“Ha.”

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It’s been a long time since I’ve been camping.

“We were in Renfangas the other day… we were helped by Dr. Grants’ knowledge”

“Speaking of which, I hear you’ve done something that sounds fun.”

As the Sword Saints scattered and talked so much, I hadn’t seen the female slaves in a long time pulled one hand and everyone held me in turn.

Midnight.

Hi, it feels weird that I don’t have my right arm (magically, I have my pain turned off, but the lack of weight over there is a bit of a bad set-up in itself), and I flutter through the camp without being able to sleep.

Sword Saint Brigade and female slaves, as well as reinforcements from Celesta. About thirty people in total. Among them is also the figure of those who are still on their way to the burning fire without sleep.

So General Kingfisher and the two Overnights came across him drinking snugly.

“Is it booze?

“Whoa, I don’t really see it, but is it Smythson? What’s the matter, Shomben?

“No, I just can’t sleep somehow”

“Want a drink? Lila’s sister recommended me earlier.”

“I’ll have it.”

Lila’s liquor was a nostalgic Celesta orga-killer.

I haven’t been away from Celesta that long.

What a relief to just the fragrance I’ve been familiar with since I grew up.

“It’s a normal choice for Lyla, but I’m glad it’s normal now”

“Kakaka. You drink good liquor when you can calm down. Normal is best on the battlefield.”

“That’s one opinion.”

I asked General Kingfisher to exaggerate by hand and begin a bit of a nasty liquor serving.

“I thought you were the noisier type to drink, General Kingfisher.”

Sometimes we make a scene.

“Ha, how many forbidden stores are there in Quirka, you alcoholic bird?”

“I don’t know if you told me. How many taverns have you blown up in your drunken fights, you billy bastards?”

“Not so many. Sure, about three.”

“No, a total of four. One is the same shop that was rebuilt”

General Vincent, who coughs up, General Amatshima, who laughs cuckoo.

… No, it’s bad enough either way.

“Well, but. At this age, there are still a few drinks left to drink on the battlefield.”

generals around forty. Exactly the age around it is said to be the limit to being on the front line.

“Why don’t you just focus on directing”

“Can you do that? I’m confident in my lack of hope.”

Well, you’re a loved one, but you’re not really the type of person who’s good at giving orders, are you, General Kingfisher?

“… today. When I saw you, I remembered the old stories of the town.”

Me?

“Oh…. Once upon a time there was a twin prince in the land of Birdman”

General Kingfisher tells the story as if parents were telling their children.

“A brother who excels in martial arts and study, a brother who is kindly liked by the people. I was reluctant to follow A and B, and the king was worried which way to turn his successor. Soon after I had to decide it, my brother feared that the throne would pass to his less than brilliant brother, and he sliced off both his wings in the dark at night.”

“… cruel.”

“I’ll add, as humans can see, that a pretty guy with wings is the best looking guy among Birdmen. It’s the end of my life that I’m going to lose my wings. … and the next day of sight. My brother and brother appear before the king, but how dare my brother carry his wings on his back again”

“… played with magic or something?

“Silly…. the feathers were made of feathers dedicated one by one by the people for their younger brother Prince. They said the number of people who offered their wings was high, and their wings were as big as the wings of the Feilongs.”

“… that’s what Birdman does alone?

If you say it’s a body like an orga, you might be able to balance it……

“My brother looked at the wings mixed with different colors and said, with a suspicious face. ‘What are those inappropriate wings’. ‘Of course, it’s my wing,’ my brother, the prince, showed with wings. That one hit made my brother fly away somewhere. My brother is gone, and my brother remains king.”

“… eh. So?”

“Just that.”

“I mean, how did you follow those wings? Something to stiffen you up?

“I don’t know. Anyway, when I gathered a lot, I got winged. That’s what old stories are about.”

Maybe that’s true.

“… so. You looked like his brother, Prince.”

“… then why?”

“I used to just think it was a weird story when they made me listen to this story. I think maybe he was a guy like you. My brother, the prince…. I’m going to use all those wings as my wings. Blow up all the martial arts and studies I’ve built up on my own.”

“Uh…”

I felt like I somehow figured out what General Kingfisher was saying.

I’m starting to get a little blurry with booze though.

General Vincent smiles and comments.

“Old stories are out-of-the-box, hidden truths. Change your shape…. Oh, maybe it was something like that”

“What is it”

“Well. I wonder what”

(cont ‘d)