You and me under the world tree

Dietrich treated this point as a pure friendship, and she absolutely did not want to think too much about other aspects.

It seemed to her that if anything else was added, that pure friendship, celebrated even now by the Gothic populace, would be torn to pieces.

However, before she could think about anything, Hiltebrand gave the answer.

"I think that under such circumstances, I will definitely die, so I will be under your father's command."

He was going to beg to die.

After he was inadvertently stopped by the sages of the Volsong family from his death-seeking path to the giant's underground city, he carefully inquired about the internal situation of the kingdom.

In the beginning, he just wanted to find a place to fight for this kingdom where an internal war was bound to break out, so that he could die with honor.

But in the end, he saw the Gothic royal court, which was in danger.

And here it is.

And this process is also full of coincidences.

As for the end result...

"It can only be said that it is good fortune to trick people."

The man who wanted to protect himself, survive, and even fulfill his father's long-cherished wish, and finally start a family, fell down.

But the fighters who were going to 'die with honor' survived in the end.

"I'm obviously a carefree man, but I've survived until now."

As for this point, Dietrich didn't say much in the end.

She just let out a long sigh.

"I think, father, he would never want to hear you say that."

"Yeah, he'll definitely accuse me."

Having said that, the aged weapon master closed his eyes again.

At the same time, thoughts belonging to the past also surged in his mind.

"Actually, he told me that a long time ago, and I..."

Speaking of which, did Hiltebrand really listen?

Of course there is no doubt about it.

"When I was young, he tried to make me discover the beauty in life."

"What's the result?"

"As you can see, I am happy every day, and even more so after you were born."

Facing Dietrich's gaze, Weapon Master Hilde lowered his head.

"I used to regard him as my second life. I was willing to dedicate my strength and life to him. I even swore that I would definitely serve as his shield."

At this moment, when he looked up, Dietrich could clearly see muddy tears welling up in the old hero's eyes.

Only she could see his tears glistening in the sunlight.

"But unfortunately, I broke my promise."

"no……"

Dietrich spoke, but was quickly interrupted.

"The last thing he entrusted to me was you."

Hiltebrand held the eagle-patterned war sword flat on his chest.

"So, I will give everything for you."

Without waiting for King Triumph to respond, the weapon master turned around directly.

"Soldiers! Fight for Goth! Everything we do is to protect what we hold dear!"

A moment, a moment of silence.

However, that kind of roar and shout directly echoed in the entire city.

"Fight for the Goths! Fight for the Goths!"

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Good morning everyone_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 31: The Wisdom of Studus

There was no rehearsal at all, and no preparation in advance.

Under Hiltebrand's call, only one voice echoed in the entire Heaven-given City.

"Fight for Goth!"

However, it is still too early to be optimistic.

After all, this is the god-given city of Beian, Dietrich's base camp.

After several years of painstaking efforts, this place has already become her strong base camp.

In other words, the residents here take it for granted that they maintain a high degree of loyalty to her.

Therefore, the current situation is that what she says, the people below will follow, and sometimes they don't even think about it.

Because they know that they don't understand anything, and they are not as strong as this triumphant king, let alone as talented as her.

And the commander of the army appointed by her is a long-established hero of Gothic.

Hiltebrand also has sufficient influence, although he himself always controls his identity, fulfills his duty as a courtier, and will never let his fame and influence surpass Dietrich.

However, after all, Dietrich has a habit that is not considered outstanding in the eyes of the ruler: traveling around.

And when she was far away from her power center, Hiltebrand managed the territory on her behalf.

The frontier territory radiating out from the center of Bei'an City, which was once under the jurisdiction of Her Royal Highness, naturally knows the existence of this "Uncrowned King" all the time.

And for him to become the 'commander of all armies', they naturally have a hundred approval.

After all, he is the Gothic weapon master, the number one warrior of the Gothic Kingdom!

But even with this unimpeded cheer, it doesn't mean they can settle down.

Because no one knows what will happen once this kind of recognition and this kind of worship leave the territory that was once directly under the princess's own control.

Maybe the decades-old legend still holds true, and the warriors of the Legion who are ruled by other lords still worship the idol of the Weapon Master.

However, when it comes to matters of so-called power, the so-called worship psychology is of little use.

Thinking of this, the resonant joy that was surging deep in Dietrich's heart also subsided.

Her gaze was only on the man standing in the front, as if she wanted to take the sword in her hand that symbolized military power.

The lordship system is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and it is obviously not something that can be handled by a simple appointment to uproot it.

For the sake of power, blood relatives can still turn against each other, let alone a pure idol who just grew up listening to legends.

Therefore, a commander of all armies is actually still not enough.

If the military system is not reformed, then the so-called tokens are just a joke.

"call……"

Taking such a deep breath, Dietrich's eyes once again swept to those lords.

Under her gaze, her cronies didn't matter, it was just that some ulterior motives lowered their heads deeply.

However, for those lords who feared her and she never trusted, she would not kill them all.

In any case, the worst behavior among them is nothing more than fluff.

And she never resisted her incomparably domineering behavior.

Therefore, she will also protect their status-at least in terms of honor.

But the power, she must take it back!

If these people dare to do something, then don't blame her for disregarding the so-called affection.

In this way, she quietly listened.

The cheers in my ears gradually faded away.

As for Hiltebrand, he just slowly picked up the Gothic sword with both hands.

After stepping back slowly, he hung the sword at his waist and placed it on top of his own invincible magic sword.

This is a supreme etiquette.

For fighters, if weapons overlap up and down, they must be sorted.

And the top is considered the most important.

Hiltebrand's actions are undoubtedly expressing to people that he puts the power and interests of the Goths above his personal force and honor!

After seeing this scene, Studus couldn't help but sighed.

"so good."

It is estimated that this is the only one who can speak freely at this time.

When no one is willing to speak, Studus expresses his thoughts here.

And that's where he's called 'unscrupulous'.

Within the Gothic Kingdom, the evaluation of Studas is unanimous.

He is strong, loyal, but has no brains, and sometimes even disrespects others.

In short, his attitude towards people is very problematic.

Even, sometimes he is more greedy for money, not perfect at all, and even tries to hide his ambition.

"I want to be the Commander of the Ten Thousand Armies, too."

It was so straightforward that he said it.

If it was an ordinary person, they would probably have been a little frightened when they heard this.

Why don't you guys play cards according to common sense? !

This guy is just that.

But fortunately, both Dietrich, who is the lord, and the others knew what kind of urine he was, so they just shook their heads helplessly.

"Did you go out with your brain today?"

Wolfhart just retorted lightly.

"I'm too lazy to think about this or that."

Good guy, some people really admit that they don't have a brain!

After hearing that Studus had admitted such a shitty thing so readily, the others couldn't help but looked at each other and sighed secretly.

That is, Hiltebrand stared at his nephew with an inexplicable gaze.

Also because Studus had been staring at the Gothic sword, their eyes happened to meet.

"You stinky boy..."

He laughed dumbly.

Then, Studus returned a bright smile.

"Do you also want to become the commander of the army?"

Seeing Studus' unscrupulous expression, Dietrich asked.

And at the moment this question was blurted out, an inexplicable momentum spread.