You and me under the world tree

The content described in this letter is actually very simple.

It was Studas who realized his own shortcomings when he confronted the King of Hungary head-on.

This is a great hindrance to the "warrior's road" he wants to walk.

In order not to let himself have a psychological shadow, he decided to leave Goth temporarily.

Not as Prince Gitland, nor as a Gothic warrior.

He wants to challenge the King of Hungary as the purest adventurer and warrior.

Challenge the Son of God...

Perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, this kind of behavior is full of courage to go forward.

However, there was a burst of anger in Dietrich's heart.

Then, she suddenly slammed the table.

"Who gave him the guts!"

However, no one in the hall answered her question.

There are specially inscribed runes and magic in her temporary temple.

Although ordinary people would not be aware of this at all, this layer of enchantment can indeed effectively repel those possible hidden spies, and even prevent internal voices from spreading out.

And in this hall, there is only one other person.

He's not a goth.

And if he really wants to talk about camp affiliation, he should be the Netherlands.

However, issues at the camp level are clearly not that simple to generalize.

So at the moment, he just sighed.

"Calm down, this matter is not irreparable."

He also didn't worry about the right or wrong of this kind of thing, and he didn't even comment on Studus's own behavior.

But at this moment, there is actually such an immature guess and idea in his heart.

"Perhaps, there may be something inside this."

"Inside..."

At Hodder's reminder, Dietrich suddenly clenched her fists.

"What's the inside story?"

"Even if you ask me, I can't give a specific answer."

Seeing that Dietrich suddenly turned the topic on himself, Hodder couldn't help but shook his head with a wry smile.

After all, he didn't know what happened in it.

However, at least he could understand a little bit.

"I just think that with the actions of the Great King of Hunland, even if Studas challenged him rashly, he would not kill him directly."

It has long been a mystery about Etzel's own position.

Whenever Huo De linked this son of god with the identity of the gods, he always had a strong sense of disobedience.

However, regardless of his own inclinations, it is always right to treat him as a 'king'.

"Maybe after a while, Studus will be able to come back by himself."

Dietrich hesitated to speak after hearing Hodder's words that seemed to be unsure even for herself.

"Didn't you say nothing!"

"Well, it's just that there must be something wrong with Studus."

Howard mused.

This is just a subconscious feeling of his, a kind of near-instinctive judgment of Studus.

As for the reason...

"You should understand, Dietrich."

Speaking of these things, Hodder couldn't help closing his eyes.

"These things we do carry their own risks."

"risk……"

Finally, Dietrich also closed her eyes.

"Yes, risk."

"It's not just us. This kind of risk may first be retribution on those around us."

"..."

Suddenly, the scene she saw a few months ago appeared in Dietrich's mind.

The small town that turned into a wasteland overnight, and the originally happy family were torn apart.

Those guys who are high above have no mercy in their hearts, and mortals are toys to them.

So they don't even let their children go.

In their eyes, the covenant between Goth and the Netherlands, as well as her own identity and deeds are enough to cause strong dissatisfaction.

They may not do anything to her personally, but those around her may not be so lucky.

"Studus."

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In a certain forest on the Danish border, a fire is burning in a simple log cabin.

And the fire not only exudes warmth, but also simmers soup.

And in this warm environment, the soldier who smelled the smell of meat finally opened his eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly felt his heart ache.

Moreover, his whole body was hot, and the blood in his body seemed to be boiling and surging.

"Well……"

The pain that seemed to come from the soul made him grit his teeth.

Then, he stared at the hideous cut on his body that almost cut off his body. .

The scar from the shoulder to the waist and abdomen has almost healed now.

There is only a shallow scar.

"Am I... still alive?"

Realizing this, he couldn't help clenching his teeth.

"Am I still alive?"

At least, he didn't seem to be exuding any joy.

And along with the gloom in his heart, his sense of hunger became more and more intense, and at the same time, high temperature seemed to emanate from his nostrils.

"damn it……"

How can I still be alive?

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When the wind and clouds are turbulent (end)

Volume [-]: The Day the Mist Dispelled

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Good afternoon everyone_(:з」∠)_

Today I want to update first.

This concludes the volume.

Prologue: The Cursed Studus

Gasping, sighing.

The dragon slaying warrior who had been bathed in dragon blood raised his head, and he stared at the surrounding environment.

Very plain.

There were several simple wooden beds that looked as if they had been cleaned.

This should be a place where people live.

However, with his sharp eyesight, he quickly discovered some inconsistencies.

For example, the tables and the cabinets are still stained with a little dust.

It does look like it has been cleaned, but theoretically speaking, it should have been abandoned for a while.

It might even be abandoned here.

But later, the owner here came back, so he cleaned it again.

However, even though Studus himself had confirmed this point, the anxiety in his heart still lingered.

Because he knew very well that such a poor amount of information was useless at all.

He didn't know where this place was, let alone why he was brought here.

At this time, the only thing Studus can confirm is that he is not dead.

Under normal circumstances, he might feel very happy.

After all, he survived after confronting the legendary Son of God and having a fierce battle with him.

To this extent, winning or losing is not important anymore.

Because Studus clearly remembered that the man's wound healed very quickly, even to the point of being inhuman.

Even if the neck is severely injured, it can recover quickly.

However, as far as it is concerned, Studus himself is not happy at all.

Because he knows what happened to him.

curse……

A curse was cast upon him.

And it was the man named Etzel who cast the curse on him.

Although he had just woken up, Studus's head was not particularly sober, but he was still deeply impressed by the events of that day.

On that day, he led the army to stay in place.

After letting the civilians take refuge, he centered on the fortress, the town, and the cavalry troops left by His Royal Highness the Princess to carry out mobile harassment.

Although if possible, he would also like to compete head-on with the man who has the identity of the Son of God.

However, he is more aware of the heavy responsibility on his shoulders.

Her Royal Highness the princess completely handed over the rear to him, so he had to delay the army of the Hungarian Empire as much as possible.

So, he gave up the confrontation.

Instead, they stopped the Hungarian army from advancing by means of continuous retreat and guerrilla warfare.

In fact, this method of guerrilla robbery is indeed very effective.

Although this could not cause any effective damage to the Hungarian King himself, Studus never thought of confronting that man head-on from the very beginning.