The patter of rain beating the street, the sudden light rain covered the newborn sun, as if the magnificent morning scenery is just a wake-up dream. When the soldiers who died in battle on the city wall were wrapped in white cloth and carried down, the gods felt pity. The royal flag that should have symbolized loyalty was wrapped around them. However, in such a large capital, all the flags together were not enough to cover the bodies of these brave soldiers. Everyone who saw the dead guards shrank their smiling faces.


    Victory? What does that mean? Everybody on the street is thinking about it. After paying such a high price, does the so-called victory only mean another day''s survival? The residents of Cangshi Wangdu raised their heads and looked at the gray sky with blank eyes. However, they could not see the slightest light. Some of them were just the rain dripping into their eyes.


    "It''s like the sky is crying." Mona walked in the middle of the line, stretched out her hand, and looked at the splash of rain on her palm.


    "The sky won''t cry, it''s people who will cry." Jack continued with a toothpick in his mouth. However, even the wolf Walker also put away his casual attitude. The sadness in the city and the despair under the rain forced him to do so.


    After all the people were silent because of this atmosphere, only cheese''s eyes looked at the residents of Wangdu who passed by without any scruples. The mage''s eyes could not see sadness or solemn feelings. Some were just his consistent calm. Cheese is like looking at a picture, looking around, and saying in a voice that only one can hear.


    "Despair is the cradle of faith."


    The grey lion is a country with few beliefs. Because of its remoteness, even the missionaries who are keen on preaching are not willing to take root in this cold land. The belief of the residents of this kingdom is still in the vague totem or even the king. There is no religious community with a large scale among them. However, it will soon become a thing of the past. The mage believed that as long as the grey lion survived the plague, religion would begin to sprout in this land of suffering.


    And the quickest success should be those who have already sneaked into this kingdom and waited for that moment. Like some melancholy bard. Cheese shakes his head at the thought. The wet soul sect doesn''t like to publicize itself. In fact, even the mage could not understand why the believers of these people in the rain were acting.


    "Here we are." Elsa''s voice came from her ear and interrupted cheese''s thinking. At this time, he found that the scenery in front of him was already the periphery of the city, and the wall was not far away from the group. Heather was talking to the sergeant in charge of the area. Lothar was not in the regiment. Thinking of what had happened to him, the count voluntarily withdrew from the plan to meet the head of the royal order.


    Atticus quickly appeared in front of the crowd. The knight''s beard was as pale as Roland''s, but compared with the old magician''s long beard that hung down to his chest, the chief commander''s beard with the outline of his chin gave a totally different feeling. The iron Knight''s eyes were firm and clear, and he could not see that he had gone through a great war.


    "How nice to see you again! My dear rose Said the Grand Knight, hugging Heather tightly. The famous grey lion knight was trained in his own team, which is why Heather is sure to get an interview with the iron knight.


    "Yes, it''s good to see you, your excellency." The female Knight didn''t feel uncomfortable with each other''s embrace, let alone the armor on both of them. The embrace could not touch the body at all. Even if there was no barrier between the two layers of iron, Heather would not refuse the arm of a man like his father. This is also the common feeling of every knight who has been trained under Atticus. They respect the old knight as much as they respect their father.


    "Ha ha, don''t say that. You are already the head of the hammer order. I don''t have the right to be called that!" The old knight said, and patted Heather on the shoulder. He looked at the woman in front of him. She and Lyon were his most proud disciples. Even once upon a time, Atticus tried to bring the two together. Although the relationship did not end in a wedding as the iron Knight hoped, it did not hinder the position of the two disciples in his heart.


    "You will always be my commander, my Lord." Heather has a rare smile on her face. Only those who are really close can be so feminine. You know, even if the Knights of the hammer order have served for more than three years, they rarely see the smiling face of the commander. And how destructive it would be to smile at heather. Those young Knights even gave it a proper name, rose in full bloom.


    Iron knight is not a good speaker, so now he can only hold Heather''s shoulder tightly with both hands. The smile on his face makes the adjutants around him gape. They have never seen a knight like iron man so happy.


    "Good, great! You don''t know, when I heard the fall of liehammer, I would like to take someone to find you! I didn''t expect to wait for me to find you, but you came here yourself... " Atticus couldn''t speak any more. As head of the Knights of the hammer, Heather''s responsibility is bound to never leave the Lord who swore allegiance to flee without permission. So why is she here? The chief Knight noticed that there were still some people standing behind heather. And a few of them made him instinctively unhappy.Heather noticed the iron Knight''s eyes and the haze in Atticus''s eyes. To the caster, the old knight had always been keen and had no good feelings. The hammer rose, who knew this well, knew that she had to get rid of the chief Knight''s worries before he spoke. So Heather broke away from her powerful hands on her shoulders and fell down on one knee with her left hand in her heart.


    "I swear with my glory and life that I have not broken my oath. I come to ask for your help with the hope of saving the grey lion!"


    Atticus looked at the knight kneeling in front of him, the heat in his eyes gradually cooled down. His eyes moved back and forth across cheese and Jack''s faces, and the iron knight could feel that his sword was emitting unusual heat in its scabbard. The rain that fell on the scabbard was rapidly evaporating.


    "Bring them to my tent. It''s not a place to talk." Reach out and lift Heather up from the ground, said the Grand Knight. Then, without turning back, he walked to the barracks under the wall.


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