Chapter 237: Fame

The gentle breeze blew across my cheeks.

Under the warm sunshine, the fragrance of the garden is so familiar

Miss you.

The voice of an old friend kept reciting his extremely proud works from the side.

It's like a lullaby that lulls people to sleep.

A girl with pink hair was pouring tea into several porcelain cups.

I felt my soft body move lazily into my arms.

I could only instinctively tighten my embrace and respond to her greed by stroking her long, snow-like hair.

The little guy with blond hair and blue eyes was wielding a sharp blade that was disproportionate to his size in the courtyard, making a big splash.

"Are you still listening? If you give me more ideas, my creativity will run out again."

The old friend stopped talking, his voice full of helplessness.

"Ah, here you are

Um? What did you just say? .”

Intoxicating years.

want to last forever

"Mother~! Did you see that? I learned the trick you taught me!"

The young man lowered the tip of his sword, and the blond hair on his head shone brightly.

"Hmm" I managed for a while, but I didn't bother to correct the boy's title.

But the body in his arms suddenly sat up, seeming particularly dissatisfied.

"You brat, if you keep yelling nonsense, believe it or not, I will beat you up with Nettie in the future."

"Slightly——. You are not allowed to call me teacher, and you are not allowed to call me mother. Obviously mother has no objection!"

The blond boy made a face at the long-haired eldest sister.

"Are you like this? You are not allowed to offend, but the more you scream, the closer we get." The girl, who had always been good-tempered, couldn't help but feel angry and depressed.

"Your Excellency saved me and raised me, and gave me the name 'Gelvin'. Of course she is my mother! Right?"

He lowered the golden scepter and gently knocked it on the head of the overachieving kid, making a crisp sound that could only come from a strong head.

"-Ouch!"

"It doesn't matter, but I clearly named you 'Gawain'."

"Gogelvin?"

The blond kid struggled to pronounce the words. In his opinion, there seemed to be no difference in pronunciation.

".Forget it, just be Calvin."

This boy's strong Ferru Valley accent is hard to correct in his Lorelit pronunciation.

"Hehe~ Galvin must grow up as soon as possible, become a great hero, live up to the name you gave him, and protect his mother forever!"

The little blond man held the heavy sword high and posed with his hands on his hips.

"A great hero must protect the lives of all people, not just me."

"But the world is already protected by a mother. You are the sun to Galvin and everyone. From now on, I only want to protect you!"

".Then I really have to trouble you, a great hero."

Laugh and talk.

Long and hazy.

It seems to be getting further and further away.

I don’t know the time.

Leon opened his eyes.

What caught his black eyes was a particularly unfamiliar ceiling.

His eyes were so hungry that he felt weak and painful all over his body just as he was about to move.

The memory of the previous deadly fight suddenly came to mind.

Raising his eyebrows, Leon thought of Count Yassen's unstoppable and terrifying blade.

There is no doubt that he cannot block it and has no intention of blocking it.

But the swordsman coach in his previous life said that when a weaker swordsman risked his life without fear of death, even the top master in the world would try to avoid his edge as much as possible.

Knowing that he had no chance of winning, he just hoped that the sword he risked everything on before his death would make the other party pay some price.

So now, have you survived?

Or died by Yassen's knife and traveled through time again?

He reluctantly looked sideways.

He saw Azarian sitting next to the bed and taking a nap against the wall.

Seeing the figure of his companion standing beside him, Leon felt at ease.

He was actually rescued.

"Azerion."

After calling out, Leon tried to sit up and found that his "left hand" had nowhere to use his strength.

I moved my shoulders, and the feeling of emptiness was not an illusion.

Turning around, he saw only half of his left arm, wrapped in a thick bandage.

Well, Cheng Yang has passed.

Despite this, he was not too disappointed. After all, losing a hand was better than losing his life.

Besides, at least it wasn't the dominant hand that was broken, so it's not a loss.

Hearing Leon's voice, Azarian, who was in a sleepy state, suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look.

"Bless Hilal! You're awake, how are you feeling?"

When he found that his partner, who had been unconscious for many days, was awake, he stood up excitedly, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed.

"It's okay, help me first." Leon asked for help.

Azarian woke up and quickly put his hand on him to help him sit up, carefully using pillows to support his back.

Leon half straightened up, feeling his head clearer. He couldn't help but quickly confirm the safety of his other partner: "How is the Death Claw? Is it still okay?"

"The big guy was seriously injured, but it's not life-threatening. It's just that he may not be able to fly again for a long time before he recovers."

Azarian comforted: "Of course, don't worry. You and it are great heroes with outstanding achievements in war. His Majesty the King has sent royal palace veterinarians and warlocks to take care of it. It feeds an injured horse a day, and it is delicious and delicious." Yes, its external injuries are almost healed, but its wings are injured and are healing very slowly.”

Leon was relieved to hear that Death Claw was fine.

"Is there anything to eat? My belly is almost touching my back." Leon smiled bitterly.

"Yes, yes, I'll ask someone to bring it here." Azerien turned around and ran to the door in a hurry. He ordered the guards outside and told them to go find the royal medical officer.

Leon looked around and could only see that he was in a clean and tidy room at the moment, definitely not a barracks in the countryside.

His eyes caught sight of Gangnir leaning in the corner, and he realized something more important. He couldn't help but look at Azarian who was walking back: "Are my 'those' things still there?"

Azarian certainly knew what he was referring to.

"They are all here. I went to help you find it before the war ended. The only thing that made your wand crackle was full of electricity. We and Rohark shoveled it up with the dirt before successfully stuffing it into the box."

He took off the fanny pack he had kept close to him and handed it over.

Leon opened it and took a look. The two black cards, "Boiling Heart" and "Canis", were intact.

It was just the silver Neti card that housed the Yanyang Imperial Guard Garoun, lying quietly in two halves.

".I%￥you#x-on:"

Out of the fighting state, countless curse words came to Leon's mind.

He had thousands of words to say to those ignorant 18th generation ancestors.

If you win, you win. Why did you tear up my card? You can just take it away in your pocket!

This high-end Neti card does not have the spirit soul stone, so you can pick one up yourself.

After swallowing down the anger and heartache that belonged to Pai Lao, Leon suddenly noticed the message in Azarian's words.

"The battle is over?" He asked in surprise: "Did I sleep for a long time?"

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"It's been quite a long time. You've been in a coma for six or seven days. It's already September 23rd. If you hadn't been breathing all the time while sleeping, luckily you're fine. If something happened to you, we would have no shame to face Ollie. It’s Wei Ya.”

"Swords have no eyes on the battlefield. Even if I really die in battle, how can Olivia blame you." Leon shook his head: "Tell me, what did I miss while sleeping."

Sighing, Azarian sat down and continued: "After you were attacked, it was no longer possible for our sky knights to block the enemy's manticore as before. Soon after Lord Kailan rescued you, 80% of the army in the south was After discovering the dam lake under construction, they couldn't sit still after learning about the project, and quickly launched a full-scale attack. "

Leon looked at his partner's expressions and could probably guess the result: "The dam lake is not finished, but judging from your appearance, we still won?"

"Well, the Confederate army assembled heavy troops and went straight to the dam lake. They divided into two groups, attacking from the lower reaches of the tributary, and attacking from the valley on the south bank of the main stream north of the forest on the west bank of the tributary.

His Majesty Ledwin led part of the royal army to block the valley, while we, under General Trossa, met the enemy in the countryside south of Green Creek. "

Azarian immediately began to tell his companions the story of the Battle of Usator.

".Although there was not much water in the unrepaired dyke lake, General Trossa opened the floodgates ahead of schedule and did not flood the valley on the west bank. Instead, it flooded the wild land south of Green Creek.

Coupled with the rainy weather in those few days, the bows and horses of the Urians were all damaged. Almost the entire army dismounted and fought on foot, intending to fight head-on with the enemy. Unexpectedly, the Urians retreated very quickly. Halfway through the fight, only the Kantadar troops were still holding on.

When the winner is decided on the other side of the river valley and His Majesty Ledwin's flying dragon arrives, we chase the Confederate army. Unfortunately, the rain becomes heavier and heavier, and in the end we are unable to catch up with the defeated Confederate army."

Listening to the passing of the Battle of Usato that he missed, Leon was a little thankful.

They won, and they won faster than originally thought. Before their water attack strategy could take effect, they actually forced the Confederate army to launch an attack in a hurry.

This unpredictable battle situation is always unexpected.

However, the result was even better. Before the water storage was full, the shallow flood that had stopped flowing was released, flooding only the countryside south of Green Creek Village. This did little harm to the overall Usato territory. The embankments were rebuilt and the tributary river channels were restored. The difficulty of water control has also been greatly reduced.

As if he had put down the burden in his heart, he turned to care about the losses of the troops: "Are the Avalon soldiers suffering heavy casualties?"

"Many people were injured, but no one was killed. We had fought a tough battle before, especially since you were so seriously injured for the army. General Trossa did not put Thorn Flower's troops in the front anymore."

Speaking of this, Azarian's voice suddenly stopped.

He was afraid that mentioning the injury would irritate his partners, and he was now losing his left arm.

"——Leon!!"

Lohark's loud voice arrived in the room before he himself.

The servants and doctors carrying the food stepped aside in awe, making way for the prestigious and terrifying "Red Knight".

The door was pushed open, and a tall and majestic figure rushed in. When he saw Leon sitting up, he suddenly smiled.

"Haha~! Here is the Holy Prophet, I knew you could make it through! The Holy Sun would not call you to heaven so early." Quickly coming to the bedside, Lohak grabbed Leon's right hand and said excitedly Have to tremble.

Leon smiled at his ecstatic good brother and couldn't help shaking his arms, "Good boy, your hands are getting stronger and stronger."

"I've been injured and passed out not just once or twice. I'm very lucky. Aren't you used to it? Why are you so numb?"

Azarian frowned and gave the stupid guy a hard elbow: "He's starving. Don't block the bed here."

"Oh! Sorry, sorry." Lohark let go hurriedly, scratched his head and sat on the end of the bed.

Servants walked into the room and brought sumptuous food to the table, while the court physician in robes began to examine Leon's injuries.

After the royal medical officers accompanying the army completed the confirmation, Leon stared at the fragrant fish soup, meat porridge, and eggs on the table, and finally couldn't help it anymore.

"You two, please help me get up and start cooking. I just want to eat a cow alive now." Leon pushed himself up and found that his hair was exaggeratedly long. However, with his past experience in magic training, he was not too surprised by this phenomenon.

Azarian helped him up.

Lohark looked at his partner's empty left arm and couldn't help but tentatively asked: "If it's inconvenient, how about we feed you?"

Azarian frowned, clicked his tongue, and kicked the coward.

Lohark suddenly realized, his face became embarrassed.

Leon rolled his eyes and said with disgust: "Come on, you are not Olivia, you have rough hands and feet. I'm afraid you will shake the soup all over me."

With the support of the two of them, he got out of bed and sat at the table, picked up the plate and started eating. He smiled at the two overly worried brothers and said, "I'm not sad, so why should you be so sad."

Leon glanced at the door that was closed again, and whispered to the two of them: "It's just a broken arm. My teacher Laura will definitely bring it back easily for me. Don't worry about it."

After hearing Leon's words, Lohark and Azarian couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes full of surprise.

"By the way, where's my arm? Did you get it back too?"

"Well, your left arm is preserved with Master Hilgard." Azarian replied.

Leon was not surprised when he heard this name. At the beginning of the Southern Expedition, the magic consultant who was under house arrest because of the Mette incident had already been released.

In large-scale foreign wars, the army naturally cannot do without the power of warlocks. In turn, this is also an opportunity for them to work hard to remove suspicion and hold political accountability.

"Where are we now? Can the army disband and go home?" Leon asked while eating.

Azarian poured him a glass of milk: "We are currently stationed in a small city on the north bank of the Usato River. Unfortunately, you woke up late and missed the king's celebration banquet."

Lohark came over and said: "Leon, you have become famous. Baron Kelan said that you seriously injured a 'big knight' in Kantadar. Now almost all the Orland knights who participated in the Southern Expedition are talking about you." The name "Snake-Slayer".

Yesterday, His Majesty Ledwin sent a ‘Twilight Blood Guard’ to visit you. He asked many questions and even inquired whether you were married or engaged. You have made great achievements. Is it possible that His Majesty wants to marry you a princess? "

"How is it possible? Don't talk nonsense." Leon was amused by his wild guess: "I didn't wake up yesterday. Even if I made great achievements, I was just a wounded patient who was lying in bed and didn't know whether he would live or die. His Majesty the King should just be in advance. It is good to inquire about my situation so that I can prepare a suitable reward after I wake up. I am a direct vassal of Lord Earliver, and His Majesty Ledwin cannot simply grant me a title."

"Besides, even if there is a marriage, at most it will only be a marriage to a close family close to the royal family. How can it involve a princess?" He roughly speculated and confirmed with the two of them: "I said, do you have a good answer?"

Azarian patted Leon on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I already made it clear that you are engaged. I don't want to be stabbed through the heart by Olivia when I go back."