The Final Knight

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"Please confirm the content of the contract and write down your name here. If you have any questions, you can ask me immediately..."

O'Falriel's speech was interrupted again by a burst of laughter. The mercenaries waved their weapons, leaning against the tree trunk beside her or standing beside their companions, laughing.

"Hey, miss, we are not idiots who are afraid of death. Don't coax us in that way. You make us feel like we were just born and we need babies that others whisper!"

"I really want to be a baby, lying in her arms, ha ha ha, she must be very soft there, just don't know if there is milk?"

"Hahaha..............."

Facing these vulgar men's laughs, O'Falil raised her eyebrows slightly, her face was calm, and there was no change, but the girl's mouth showed a smile, and then she coughed lightly.

"So, next we have to confirm the most important clause in the peace treaty, about raising everyone to the intermediate level."

The wild laughter stopped suddenly at this moment, and the men looked at the girl in front of them with excited eyes. An awkward smile appeared on their faces, staring at each other, but they didn't know what to say. Several mercenaries laughed softly twice, and then fell to silence, without the following. Noting their expression, O'Falil nodded in satisfaction, and then she looked back again.

"According to the provisions of the peace treaty, you must first conduct a test to determine whether your physique is suitable for improvement. If it is met, then we can carry out further planning. And if your physical condition does not meet the requirements, then will There will be a 30-day special training under the leadership of Miss Judy. If someone still fails to meet the requirements after this training, then I am sorry that he will not get the opportunity to improve his strength."

"Hey, Missy."

Hearing this, a mercenary could not help shouting.

"We don't yet know what training it is, what if we deliberately make things difficult for us? If we were told to kill the dragon empty-handed, wouldn't it be too much?"

"The specific training content is not clear to me, I am only responsible for communicating to you."

O'Falriel was not affected in any way, and her bright eyes gazed calmly at the questioning mercenaries, without retreating and shaking. Instead, the mercenary turned his face blushing after being watched by O'Falil for a moment, which caused his companion to laugh at it. "Hey, shouldn't you be shy, oh my god!"

"Shut up, you **** bastards, I'm still a pure young virgin!"

"Innocent? Virgin? I don't know who was holding Misha in Dabobo Tavern that day..."

The mercenaries were confused again, but O'Falil remained calm. In fact, she was already used to such a scene. After all, as long as she was still alive, O'Fallier often came and went in the civilian gathering area. The words of the farmers, craftsmen, and wanderers did not seem to be much different from the group of mercenaries. In that case, O'Falil can remain calm, and in front of the group of mercenaries, she will not lose her mind.

In fact, while O'Falil looked at these mercenaries, several older leaders in the mercenary regiment also looked at her secretly. They originally thought that such a precious young lady as O'Falil would not even adapt. Getting along with these mercenaries, even thinking that the other party might be scared, turned to escape with crying nose. But now it seems that this beautiful girl is quite calm and calm, very popular. The most notable thing is her long violet hair.........This girl is royal?

This time the mercenaries did not laugh for too long, on the one hand because they had found that the girl was not as good as they thought, and on the other hand because their heads also gave out signals. The mercenaries can not ignore a noble lady, but it is absolutely impossible not to obey the command of their captain. For these mercenaries who make a living by fighting, the command is above everything else.

"After passing these two tests, those who do not have the ability to upgrade... can only give up, because if you can’t pass the test, it means that even if you want to improve your strength, the possibility of death will be much greater. According to the provisions of the peace treaty, each mercenary will be paid 10 gold coins per month during the contract, and, during the signing of the peace treaty, the shops in the City of Spirits will discount you, if there is maintenance, or repair and purchase Weapons, we can give certain discounts."

This time, O'Falliar's words did not cause ridicule. On the contrary, there was a slight inhalation of mercenaries.

"Sacred Grace is here, ten gold coins? Every month? Shouldn't I be sleepy!"

"I have lived for most of my life and have never received so much money..."

Just as the mercenaries whispered and talked about each other, a man wearing iron mail armor stood up. He held a big axe in his hand and looked at O'Fallar cautiously.

"This lady, what is our mission? I have to say that your lord is willing to help us upgrade our class, and is willing to give us so much compensation, and even gave us so many preferential measures. I think he should not be We hired us here to care for the forest for him. Could you please tell us one or two?"

"of course can."

O'Falil nodded slightly, and then she closed the peace in her hand.

"First of all, I think you should know that if you sign this peace agreement, then in the next three years, you must fight for Lord Yulian."

"Of course we know."

Hearing this, the mercenaries nodded. The young lord had already said to them before this sentence. Although the three-year period was a bit long for the mercenaries, it was not too unacceptable for them. degree. After all, the remuneration is so generous that even staying here for three years is not bad.

"In these three years, you will fight for Lord Lord, so..."

Ophelia paused, biting her lower lip lightly, a little hesitantly. Frankly speaking, she did not agree with Yulian's approach, but now, she is just an adjutant, and her task is to inform, so she continued after a moment of thinking.

"So, you may be broken up and reorganized."

O'Falil's remark immediately caused an uproar.

"Hey, Miss, this is not the case! Why are we going to be broken up and reorganized? The brothers are fighting together until today! We don't have this **** idea!"

"In other words, what is that lord thinking?"

"In future battles, Lord Lord will lead you to fight in person, and he needs to make adjustments to your deployment."

Facing the questions of the mercenaries, O'Fallar responded unhurriedly.

"If you want to sign a treaty, then this article must be followed. Lord Lord will try to keep your establishment, and after the peace agreement, you can also return to your team. But not now, for the future For the sake of combat, we must make the most optimal selection and handling."

"..............."

Hearing this, the mercenaries stopped talking. Frankly speaking, Yulian's condition did reach the bottom line they could accept, but what about this? Compared with the dream of advancing to the intermediate level, this temporary breakup and reorganization should not be a problem...but...

Although the mercenaries have their own ideas, at present, they seem to have no way to say more.

"And, after signing the peace treaty, you must live in the City of Heroes. Except for the mission, you cannot leave this forest... If you must go out, you must apply and you can leave after passing. If someone arbitrarily If you leave, or try to escape... as the Lord Lord said, it will not give you a second chance."

Speaking here, O'Falil sighed long, and then she took out the peace in her hand.

"Then, you can now take a closer look at the detailed terms. If you confirm that there is no problem, you can sign the treaty."

"I have another question."

At this moment, another voice sounded, that is a young half-elf, judging from his dress, he should be a ranger. At the moment, he was standing with his companion in the shadow of the tree not far away, with a slightly confused look, looking at O'Falil in front of him.

"This beautiful lady, we are nothing but rangers. We are not very interested in improving mid-level strength, so can we sign another peace deal with us? We don’t need these forces, and we hope that And get some more free power."

Although for the fighters, soul awakening is a very important thing. But it does not mean that everyone can put it in the first place, as are these rangers. Their best is to track traces, arrange traps and field survival, and bow. In contrast, head-on combat has always been deliberately avoided, so these half-elves are not particularly interested in the ability to awaken souls. Moreover, the blood of the elves also gave them a very unique talent, does not need other power.

"Of course, I will report to Lord Lord."

Hearing the other party's words, O'Falil nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the other party's speech.

After the talks ended, O'Falil came out. She stood on the soft lawn, rubbed her forehead, and leaned her body against the trunk next to it—the mercenaries did not intend to live in the City of Heroes Here, although O'Fallier tried to "seduce" them, these mercenaries were obviously unimpressed. They chose an open space outside the city of the spirits to live and live here. On the one hand, this is their habit . On the other hand, this is also their sign-a sign that they are always just a group of outsiders.

While looking at them, O'Falil reached out and took the small water bottle from her belt-she is still wearing the most convenient academic suit, and the sisters forced O'Falir to wear a maid when training. After the outfit, perhaps due to the influence of the reactionary force, O'Fallar has decided to keep the travel scholar's dress for the rest of the time. It seems that he intends to persist for a hundred years.

Just as the cool spring water dissipated exhaustion, a familiar voice sounded.

"It seems everything is going well?"

Julian stood not far away and looked at the girl in front of her with a smile. In fact, he had already watched O'Fallier's performance before. He had to say that the former princess was still a little bit confused. Calm and calm, and organized and clear, even if he will be a military commander in the future, it will be a good talent, but...

Yulian shrugged his shoulders, withdrew his thoughts, and then walked to O'Falir's side. And this lady seemed really tired. She didn't turn around as fast as before, but still drinking water in small sips. It seems that she is indeed exhausted, which is no wonder. Since Yulian came back, he has only been responsible for proposing the general direction plan, and completely handing over the details to the people under his control. Charlotte and Judy both specialize in art, so it's okay to say. But O'Falil has too many things to handle than they do. She wants to put forward plans, allocate finances, and organize information...

Well, 80% of these matters are decisions made by Yu Lian patting his head, at least he is also responsible for half of the responsibility.

"How are those masters? You shouldn't send them to any place where you can never go back."

"of course not."

Hearing O'Fallar's slightly ironic inquiry, Yulian shook his head with a smile.

"I have sent them out of the Twilight Forest, um... I have to admit that the Masters Association is still a very friendly and worthwhile organization. I think, after a while, they will take the initiative to visit us."

"Proactively visit?"

O'Falil frowned, and intuitively told her that the young lord is not a simple guy. In fact, every word he said may have a completely different meaning than ordinary people understand.

"Is it a visit in good faith?"

"Of course, my adjutant, I really hope you can have a little more confidence in your lord."

Realizing O'Falriel's thoughts, Yulian smiled lightly. I have to say that this time the contact with the fellows of the Mage Association was indeed very smooth. The other party did not intend to fall out with himself, and the old mage was obviously very interested in this territory. You Lian certainly knows the reason. The biggest goal of the Church of the Holy Grace and the Mage Association is the source, but at least the Mage Society will be more sensible, unlike the Church of the Holy Grace, turning around like a dog smelling meat.

But what surprised Yulian was that this time O'Fallier didn't answer immediately. On the contrary, her face was a little serious, and the girl put the jug back to her waist again for a moment, then raised her head seriously. Looking to Yulian.

"Master Lord, maybe you should have a reception."

"it's here?"

Hearing O'Falriel's statement, Yulian was somewhat disapproved. As a knight, he had participated in many receptions. But he never held a reception himself. It's very simple, Yulian doesn't like too busy occasions. When attending other people's receptions, your identity is the guest, and you can go whenever you want. And if he holds it himself, then he will become the master, and it will not be a matter of when he wants to go.

"Yes."

"reason?"

Yulian stared at the girl in front of him, and he knew that O'Falriel would not make such a suggestion for no reason. This former princess was not the kind of person who likes to join in the fun. She and Yulian are like quiet and unmoving. . Therefore, she suddenly made such a request, then it is very likely that something happened. Sure enough, as Yulian expected, O'Falil quickly reached into his arms and took out a beautifully decorated letter from it.

"This is the reason."

"this is……………"

Yulian reached out and took the letter from O'Falriel, and then opened it to see. Then he narrowed his eyes slightly and gave a sneer.

"The royal family is finally not so stable."

"This is because you are too swaying, Lord Lord."

O'Falil sighed helplessly, reaching for his forehead.

"The three high-ranking swordsmen are very worthwhile fighting forces in the Kingdom of West. Especially at present, we are very likely to experience a war. From the perspective of the ruler, we naturally hope to get the strong ones. Help, instead of planting an uneasy seed in my own territory......... So, I can also say that it is your responsibility. I originally planned to tell you after these troubles come to an end, but now It seems that maybe we have a better chance."

"Mage Association."

Yulian ripped off the letter in his hand, and the snow-white stationery shattered between his fingers before disappearing into pieces in the air. Yulian just dumped it.

"Maybe this is a good opportunity, but I won't make the royal family so stable. I think you haven't forgotten that there is another princess who lives in our castle."

"..................... I think you are ready, aren't you?"

"Maybe so, maybe not."

You Lian did not answer directly, but showed a hint of meaningful smile.

"I'm going to see what this Highness King can do with me."

"Master Lord."

Looking at Yulian's expression, O'Falil looked a little depressed.

"After all...that's the king of a country, I know you don't like him, but...at least on the surface..."

"I understand what you mean, Miss O'Falil."

Yulian owed slightly, interrupting O'Falriel's hesitant persuasion.

"Please rest assured that I will make a plan that will satisfy everyone."

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