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Although the royal family was not during the festival, it was almost half the festival period.
Because the lords of different kingdoms had different periods of time to come, and it turned out that people were stuck on the sidewalks of the day without having to do it for you to see some sort of military parade.
There were many theaters, including indoor and outdoor theaters. As people grew wealthy, they began to look for leisure, because the most glamorous of them was the performance.
While the sun was warming in the middle of September, he was performing in an outdoor theater in the royal province. It was a story of Albrecht going after a dragon.
When the parties heard about it, Rosamund was captured by the dragon and Albrecht went to rescue him.
For people sitting in slanted seats with a sideways figure, it didn't really matter whether it was real or fake. Everyone just opened their mouths and fell in love with the play.
The same was true of Bern, who had blonde hair close to white. When Fo-Fo asked me to go to the play, I told him I wasn't interested in it, but he seemed to be watching it the most.
Each theater group had slightly different content and different outfits, but Albrecht was wearing the same gold armor.
The golden armor was made by the Dwarves, but they were accepting it as the armor God had given the king.
“Evil dragon! In the name of God, I condemn you! ”
The actor in Albrecht shouts loudly. In the role of the dragon, there was a person inside who carelessly painted the dragon into something like a sack.
The dragon is coming to Climax in the streets! Someone shouts.
“This is so fucked up! ”
The crowd that was immersed and reached its peak broke in an instant. So I frowned a lot and turned my head in the direction of the sound.
I can see a Northman sitting behind the audience with his arms crossed. It was Ragnar.
There are four or five young northern warriors, including Sigurd, around Ragnar.
“Shit, did you sell all the Northern Warriors who helped the assassins? Huh?”
People frowned more as Ragnar continued to interrupt the performance.
“Oh, let's be quiet about that. ”
“Yes! Shut up! ”
“Don't look if you don't like it! ”
I wouldn't have dared to look at a Northern Warrior if I was in the past, but it was a world where security was supposed to be stable.
Sigurd sighs and grabs Ragnar and tries to leave. Ragnar sprinkles his friend's hands, pulling away and shouting at the crowd.
“Fuck you! Fuck you! My friend's father next to me died catching dragons with a murderer! Aren't you ashamed to be performing such a shameless performance? You weaklings of the South! ”
He braided his blonde hair backwards, and Sigurd with blue eyes looked up at the eyeballs and said it was a start again.
Sigurd, a great party, stands idly, ragnar raging.
In fact, Ragnar took great pride in being friends with the son of a warrior. Of course, leaving him as the son of a warrior, Sigurd was like a brother to him.
In fact, it was Rosamund, Hroulf and Gunnar who were with Albrecht when he caught the dragon. The rest of the warriors guard the dwarves below.
Sigurd's father faced his forearm with a skull crushed in battle with an Orc and died.
Of course, they also worked with Albrecht through the jungles where magic was scarce, so broadly, they could see that they caught dragons together.
The performance on the way to Climax was stopped, and the actors were just making a frowning face. People became deaf and dumb to Ragnar's cry.
I was confident when I was provoking him, but I didn't have anything to say about the fact. One of the warriors' sons was here himself, and there was nothing more to say.
Everyone knew the story of Albrecht slaying the dragon differently.
Many of them knew that the king went with the northern warriors to hunt the dragons.
The theater was trending, and the number of people who knew it was decreasing, and the stories were spreading widely.
But people still didn't like Ragnar. It was because of the word "weak in the south" at the end.
Northmen, including the north and the middle, were called Sagrei Southerners when they lived to the south.
Funny thing is, even the people of the north and the middle tend to underestimate the people of the south.
Perhaps because the climate was more barren towards the north, it was a kind of pride in their strength.
“You can't just say you're weak. ”
Bern, who was staring at Ragnar with the people, said. Next to him were students from the Knights Academy, including Fo-Fo, looking for Ragnar.
Ragnar grins as he looks at Bern, who looks his age.
“What if you can't get past it? The weak of the South? ”
“I must prove the strength of the North." ”
“Phew, the North? Okay, fine. Let's fight here. ”
Ragnar unhesitantly draws the northern sword he was wearing on his waist. The guard was short, broad blade.
I don't know where I got it, but it was a dwarf. A cool sword flashed in the sunlight.
When they fled, the people fled. Even though it became a world to speak of, life was still precious.
People flee and there is a space between the ragnar horde and the berbern horde. Ragnar looks down in the back, and Bern looks up at Ragnar in the front.
As Ragnar draws his sword, Bern fears for his life. However, I remembered Albrecht's speech in the battle that led to the death of 50,000 Bedouins.
Though not a battle in person, Albrecht's speech began with veterans and was spoken from mouth to mouth.
I'm afraid to die, too! But the reason I've never lost before is because I overcame my fear! ’
Bern pounds his heart like crazy and explodes the courage to overcome his fears like a flash of light from his eyes. Then I pulled out the sword of my waist.
Ragnar's smile grew darker. Ragnar always thought it was a pleasure to deal with brave men. Unlike Bern, Ragnar is full of relaxation.
When Bern really pulled out his sword, the students around him, including Fo-Fo, looked surprised.
I'm not a knight yet, but as a student dreaming of knights, everyone knew the weight of the duel. Now I can't hit anything without it!
However, Fo-Fo hurriedly stepped forward and stopped Ragnar from slowly walking.
“We must appoint a notary! Unnotarized fighting is illegal! ”
When a child stood in front of him, Ragnar said with a look on his face.
“Notary? What the hell is that? It's only when acquaintances join in a man-to-man duel. What kind of notary are you talking about? ”
The Northmen were also active in trade, so Ragnar knew about the concepts of notaries. I just knew him as an intermediary when I signed the notary.
“It is a decree from His Majesty! You must forbid a fierce duel and get the permission of a notary to enter a legitimate duel! ”
In fact, if you leave the Kingdom, you are a notary and, like Ragnar said, the duel takes place secretly in the presence of the two parties.
However, as the king was also inside, the fierce duel was at great risk of being discovered. There's already a crowd of bystanders. Killing the opponent in a vicious duel is punishable by murder.
Ragnar stands stubborn and rolls his eyes, sweeping his hot beard. Then he looked at the cannons and said,
“If this is the rule set by the owner, you'll have to follow it. So, the notary, where can I find him? ”
Fo-Fo is speechless. This ignorant and progressive northerner is really trying to end it!
Then the Savior of Fo-Fo appeared in the wrong place.
“Young warrior, it is unacceptable to mess with order. Duels are not allowed. ”
When he arrived, the middle-aged Northmen stood among the distant watchers.
As he comes forward, the warriors in northern helmets roar.
The equipment everyone has is nothing compared to the young warriors. He was wearing a gauntlet and a grip together.
The coat on the chain armor was painted yellow with a black dragon roaring. And a blade was pierced through the dragon's torso.
The northern middle-aged man who came forward had complex tattoos all over his face and bald hair, and had a full-grown beard on his chest.
She was wearing an Illudian on her left waist and an axe on her right, and the warrior was Gunnar who really caught the dragon with Albrecht.
Albrecht expanded Calternes' territory to the east, and landed it in the lands of the northern warriors.
Whereas Hrrolf settles down, Gunnar forms a mercenary squad with his own warriors.
Unlike most poor mercenaries, they were all wealthy because they were almost always employed by the Dragon Bank of Dwarves.
In fact, Gauntlet and Griv are trendy these days, but they are not available to anyone with money.
The Gunnar mercenaries were the only ones wearing Gauntlets and Grives, unless they were royal guards or guards.
Warriors, including Gunnar, left their cool energy to overwhelm the sunchick warriors, Ragnar's horde.
Regardless of Ragnar's experience in the war, he didn't turn his back on the true warriors who fought dragons and followed Albrecht into the Conquest War.
Among them, there were a few warriors who actually followed Albrecht to catch dragons, except Gunnar. An army stronger than any Earl, both numerically and qualitatively.
Thanks to their accomplishments, their strength, and their connection to the king, they called them the Dragon Knights, with all due respect.
Ragnar looks at Gunnar with his eyes wide open.
“Uncle Gunnar......? ”
As Ragnar pretends to know himself, Gunnar looks at Ragnar without a word. I asked him where he had seen me.
“It's me! It's Ragnar! You came to Karagat and stayed for the winter. This is Ragnar son of Shigelard. ”
Gunnar's eyes widened a bit. He was so small and expressionless, it was an expression that he was really surprised.
“Haha! You're still short on words! Just hold on a second. ”
Then you begin to rummage through your baggage behind you, as if you were confronting Bern.
You take out a northern helmet with a large antlers on its sides and put it on its head. The helmet was savage and strangely cool.
“Do you know whose it was? This is Horik the stag king's helmet. I killed him in a duel and won it as loot. What do you think? I'm a worthy warrior now, aren't I? ”
Gunnar didn't have that many conversations with Ragnar when he was staying in Karagat. It's just that Ragnar is stalking the warriors and demanding to hear their tales.
And at the end of the day, he always asked if he could be like you, and he said he was a worthy warrior if he proved his courage on the battlefield.
Ragnar has proven his valor on the battlefield. Gunnar's gaze at Ragnar changed. Something was mixed with a feeling of pride, even though it seemed awkward.
Gunnar does not answer Ragnar's question. He looks at it for a moment, then opens his mouth.
“You are a warrior. Come with me. I'll see if I can drink like a warrior. ”
In Gunnar's recognition, Ragnar's mouth catches his ear. The fierceness of the battle against Bern was an unbelievable sunny smile.
Friends and colleagues of Ragnar liked to drink for free. But Gunnar had no intention of letting Bern go.
“You guys come with me. ”
Then he turned around and headed for the city. The group of Ragnar follows Gunnar, excited, and the group of Bern falls into a deep slump.
Soon after, Bern regrets following the warriors. The warriors of the North seemed to be drinkin 'instead of blood.
Fo-Fo and his friends had already fallen out, and they were the only ones left.
I feel like I'm getting tired and vomiting down my throat, but I can't stop drinking because of Ragnar.
“Rin! Why don't you stop giving up? I can still drink two more! ”
“Shhh...... Shhh...... Shhh......"
Bern can't even roll his tongue because he's a mess. The warriors you see around you smile and shrug.
“Wahaha! This guy's worth it! ”
“My man! I'll kill you! Hahaha! ”
Even though he really looked like he was going to invoice a young man, the warriors couldn't help but smile about what was so pleasant.
Gunnar sits on a round table just smiling for a moment. Gunnar first asked Ragnar if his spirits had risen.
“Why did you come south after proving your valor on the battlefield? ”
Unlike Bern, Ragnar said, "It's a relaxing place for a cup of wine to cool off."
“That's what I came to see. ”
“For what? ”
“The Knights of the South are a little complicated. He said he had to take the liberty of accepting it or something. Why don't you just take it from the mercenary? ”
He drank a sip of wine and said.
“Why do you want to be a knight? ”
Other warriors around you refrain from laughing and wait for Ragnar's answer.
“I don't know about that. I just want to travel the world. And to do that, you have to do what works in that world. There's the Northern Hemisphere, there's the Southern Hemisphere. That's it.”
It was really simple, but Ragnar's answer was a lack of attitude towards preserving the northern tradition.
In fact, the warriors of the North have not been discriminated against because of their strength, but they have received uncomfortable gazes because their religions are different.
Among the warriors who settled in the southern part of the northern territory, many were converted to the cross. Instead of fighting and dying in Valhalla, he chose a comfortable way to die.
I didn't blame them. Because, surprisingly, the North was a society that respected individual choices.
“Travel the world......”
Gunnar scolded Ragnar. I thought it might be because I had a desire to explore and explore the world more.
But I couldn't because of my loyalty to the dwarves and my growing passion for them.
“Yes, but I want to live here for a while. There's always warm, there's always plenty of food, there's always lots of weird stuff, there's always a battlefield to bleed on. I like it here. ”
Ragnar still lives as his youth dictates, rather than as an established subject. Gunnar felt jealous of his youth.
Ragnar himself drank a sip of wine and said again.
“But I don't like what you give me, so I'll gather the warriors, conquer the east, and then I'll be sworn in as a knight. Then we'll leave when we get bored. Speaking of which, I'd like you to meet the assassin. I've been trying to figure out how to get over that high wall. Haha.”
Gunnar did not answer. I just looked at the booze floating inside, moving around the glasses made of horns for no reason. Somehow I remembered the sea that was overflowing with waves.
I only looked at the booze for a moment, but then I looked at Ragnar with serious eyes on the face of all the tattoos.
“The conquest of the East. Can I come with you? ”
“Yes?”
Ragnar is surprised, but Gunnar does not speak again, but simply looks at him.
Ragnar does not speak with a blank face. Then, Bern, lying on the table, said,
“Please let Zheedo win......”
I didn't hear anything about the conquest of the East, but I thought I was going into Bern's ears.
Soon Beveren began to sleep coolly, and Ragnar looked at him adorably.
In fact, if you had fought back there, King Horik would have killed Bern easily because he was Ragnar, the butcher.
But the courage of Bern pleased Ragnar. Ragnar did not dislike this southern child for some reason.
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