"That arrow that Aceris just shot was good." Wodek said as he walked out of the jungle in the darkness.

"If the opponent is a human or a monster, he has already been exposed." Frederick said disdainfully.

"He does need to practice more, but what you taught him seems to be the techniques used in the Tilan army." Wodek suddenly said, changing the subject.

"So what?" Frederick frowned and said in a somewhat unfriendly tone.

"Nothing, I just want to ask if you participated in the Second Battle of Blackwater." Wodek didn't care about Frederick's performance and just asked casually.

"Why, do you want revenge? When I saw the black dog tattoo on your arm, I knew you were from the Tudor Kingdom's Black Dog Legion. You hunting dogs have killed many of my brothers in Blackwater Bay." Frederick became alert unconsciously, and his hand was on the hilt of the sword on his back.

"That was in the past. Now we are all ministers of the Kingdom of Faox. The fight between Tilan and Tudor has nothing to do with us, right?" Seeing this, Wodek said slowly.

"Really?" Frederick remained silent, staring at Wodek for a moment longer. "If you have so much energy, you can keep an eye on the master and servant. There's no need to keep staring at me."

"I'm just curious, how could a thousand-man team abandoned by the Tiran Kingdom's upper echelons in Blackwater Bay be led by someone so capable of breaking through three lines of defense and returning home?"

"Do you see it now?" Frederick raised his head, as if wanting Wodek to see it more carefully in the moonlight shining through the gaps between the leaves.

"Just ordinary." Wodek just commented as he looked at Frederick's fiery red beard.

Suddenly, hearing this, Frederick looked at Wodeck again in the night and asked uncertainly, "Have we met before?"

"When you broke through the third line of defense and attacked the defense headquarters with a magic crossbow, I almost died in your hands. You stabbed my half-brother to death with your own hands. Because of this, I, an illegitimate guard, was also kicked out of the house." When Wodek said this, there was no sadness on his face, as if a stranger had died.

"I remember you, the dead dog of the Black Dog Legion." Frederick recognized the man in front of him.

"Dead dog, I don't remember I have this title." Wodek looked puzzled, not understanding when he got such a title.

"Hahaha..." Frederick burst into laughter, punching Wodek in the chest and saying, "Every time we break out, you, despite having the superior numbers, always block our path and remain motionless, trying to wear us down with your fortifications. You're called a dead dog by our brothers."

"Superior military strength? At that time, you had a team of a thousand people, breaking through three lines of defense with terrifying momentum. I only brought more than a hundred illegitimate guards like me who were guilty of meritorious service." Wodek said in surprise.

Hearing this, Frederick shook his head. "We are just a bunch of cannon fodder used by the higher-ups to attract your attention. After a few battles, there aren't many of us left. Those people are just a decoy I used to confuse you."

After a conversation, the two who had rarely spoken before gradually became familiar with each other and replayed the battlefield that changed their fate. Aceris, who was holding a bow and keeping watch all around, also pricked up his ears to listen to what they said.

The campfire gradually dimmed, and countless fireflies began to fill the noisy camp that was gradually quieting down.

In this little glow of fireflies, a blond boy, invisible to everyone, with red cheeks and drunken eyes, was sleeping on the ground with all the drunk people in the camp.

After drinking for a while, Xia Lan and Melvin, a bookish man who liked quietness, got up to inspect the night watchmen in the jungle outside the camp.

Watching Xia Lan leave, the old master and the young servant sitting in an inconspicuous corner were still awake.

"Young master, why didn't you stand up and announce your identity when Sharan Auglos announced the establishment of the country? As the son of a marquis, you will definitely get a dukedom instead of obtaining a title through some military merit system. Maybe you can even compete for the throne of king." The old servant Will looked at the silent Varean and said puzzledly.

"But Will, who will support me?" Varyan raised his head and looked at the old man who had dedicated his life to his family.

"Your noble bloodline will make everyone submit and shout you as king!" Will's words were a little excited. He grabbed Varyan's hand, trying not to make his voice too loud to wake others.

"But I don't have a dragon, nor am I a god-favored one." Varyan said with a wry smile.

"His dragon was obtained by deception, his god is also a nameless god, and I don't know whether his lordship is true or false. Only your noble bloodline is real. Young master, this land called Bolavis has great potential. If we control it, we will have a chance for revenge..." Will wanted to persuade him again, but was stopped by Varyan.

"Will, haven't you noticed yet? Everyone here is wary of us. Even Kannepal Tiphon, who was once a noble, is trying his best to distance himself from us.

Doesn't anyone know our noble status? No, everyone knows that in your every move, they always see a proud old noble servant.

Did no one know that Lord Ciaran Auglos's identity was fake? No, everyone knew that no one with noble blood would get along with these common people. Even Wodek, who was born as a noble illegitimate child, had a kind of arrogance hidden in his eyes that only belonged to noble blood.

But they saw through it but didn't say anything, because Xialan Augulus was the king they needed.

Calm, wise, cunning, mysterious yet approachable, powerful yet not unattainable, this is the king these elite people who are mingling in the lowest levels and haven't starved to death need. "

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