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It took a few more days for all the lords to gather, so the already gathered lords stayed in the royal castle or were invited to the royal nobles' villas.
Albrecht always prepared a dinner, and after dinner he used to hold a banquet.
As the sun sets, hundreds of servants prepare the banquet. I lit torches all over the city and drank beer, wine, champagne, etc.
Albrecht was sitting at the top, and Rosamund and Maria were sitting on either side, and Maria was currently pregnant with her fourth child, so she went to the Sultan Palace with her close ladies.
Gisella, the Princess of Veles, was next to Rosamund, just smiling quietly and talking to Rosamund.
The relationship between the three was strange because his father invaded Anglia in Rosamund and Albrecht killed him.
The banquet hall was relatively free. Everyone was comfortably standing, sitting down, talking to colleagues, or strolling around the courtyard in anger.
Rosamund also tried to move with noblewomen such as Gisela, Agnes and Cecilia, but Gunnar led the mercenaries into the intestine.
Albrecht quickly recognized Gunnar and stood up to greet him.
“Oh, Gunnar! Take a good look, everyone. This is the northern warrior I fought with. ”
Albrecht briefly introduced the northern lords, not only Hrrolf, but also the northern lords, who served with Gunnar, who knew him well.
The Dragon Knights were already Dwarf bankers, with a reputation for chasing kidnappers or outstanding recipients to the end of the world and killing them or collecting money.
The nobles in the middle were the first to see the Dragon Knights with their own eyes, so they all looked at it with wonder. The tattoos of the Northern Hemisphere warriors are always barbaric and threatening.
Gunnar doesn't bow to anyone, but he looks forward to Albrecht with a respectful bow.
In Albrecht's eyes, Gunnar's extended wrinkles were crushed as compared to when he caught the dragon. I didn't have any hair, but my beard was very wet.
Seeing someone I know grow old made me feel awkward. He also made him realize that he was getting old.
Albrecht smiled softly and said to Gunnar:
“Drink and eat as much as you want, because we have drinks and food. ”
Albrecht speaks graciously, and Gunnar gives you an unexpected message.
“I have someone I want you to meet. You may let me in.”
Albrecht always thought Gunnar was a bit of a surprise, because he had always known a clumsy, closed-minded relationship and had a personality to do his job.
“Why not? Come and get it. ”
Gunnar glances at the warrior behind him, and the warrior leaves the restaurant, bringing students from the Academy and a group of Ragnars.
I was somewhat surprised that the Academy students and Gunnar had a connection. However, I wondered who the young Northern warriors were.
Ragnar glances at Albrecht as he enters the restaurant. Albrecht intuitively felt that he was of his own kind.
To be more precise, Ragnar's mood reminded me of a time when he was immature.
Ragnar comes to Albrecht with a confident smile.
“Long time no see, mercenary. Do you remember me?”
Albrecht couldn't remember because he saw Ragnar when he was five or six years old.
“Who?”
“Ragnar Siegeladson. I met him 12 years ago in Karagath. ”
Albrecht glanced at Ragnar.
“Did you kill the stag king? ”
Knowing that his reputation had reached Albrecht, Ragnar smiled deeply.
“Yes. I fought the war to become a true warrior, and I killed myself with a duel. ”
Albrecht can't take his eyes off Ragnar. The cute appearance of that childhood was overlapping with the appearance of payment.
‘You were so big that you went to war that you killed the king. ’
Albrecht had complicated feelings. It was nice to meet Ragnar, but he was reluctant somewhere.
The source of uneasy emotions was the prophecy of Illudia. He said he was going to burn the city down, but what was it?
“But what are you here for? ”
Albrecht speaks with somewhat caution, and Ragnar's grin subsides. It was because I didn't feel very welcome.
“I'm here for the knighthood. But I'm not just going to ask you to do it. I will gather the warriors and take over the East myself, so please knight me then. ”
Albrecht gives up, saying that the young lord in the intestine is absurd.
But Randolph, Herman, Wilhelm, and Hervin, the knight commander, looked at Ragnar. And, more than anyone, Gisella stares straight at Ragnar.
The barbaric charm emanating from him wrapped around Gisella like a snake. To be precise, he felt something like wild horses and wild freedoms.
Albrecht is just full.
“Youth is impressive, but it's not something you sneak out of your mouth. ”
“It's not just a beating. I've done nothing in my entire life but one thing. ”
The only thing was catching dragons. Albrecht shakes his head in scorn, as if it were the same.
“Since Gunnar invited you, you may as well eat and drink as you wish, but I will not tolerate any more childishness. ”
As Albrecht treats himself to the end, a rising flame rises from Ragnar's chest.
“You'll see if he's a fool or not! I think half the guys in this room will win. Let's see what you can do! ”
In front of the world's mightiest men, and in front of the world's mightiest lords, Ragnar brazenly shouted.
The surrounding lords' expressions stiffen. However, some smiled as if they liked the spirit of the young man and had seen an item in a long time.
Sigurd, who was by Ragnar, closes his eyes as if he were coming. You're in trouble after all.
Bern is frightened behind Gunnar. He's just a lunatic now!
Albrecht is getting feverish as he approaches, and Randolph, who was with his cadavers on the side of the restaurant, says.
“Ralph, you deal with him. ”
Ralph mentioned a little Randolph. It was his nickname, a name he called to distinguish himself from Randolph.
Ralph nods and walks out in front of Ragnar, fearless.
The lords gave a bright look as if they had found something fun for a long time.
You quickly push the waiting table without asking your servants to make room. The alcohol and food on the table broke or fell to the floor.
The lords of the world were the only ones who could defend their own lands. Moreover, the lords of the north were the ones who were outnumbered by the war.
I kicked the tableware or cups off the floor so that nothing would get stuck. Then, the small Randolph and Ragnar were able to fight as much as they wanted, leaving a large space in the middle.
Ragnar draws his sword with all his might. The guard's short, northern sword gives off a cool glow. Then he pointed to Albrecht with that sword.
“I heard you need a notary to fight here. But since you're the owner of this place, you won't need notary if you let us fight. ”
‘Who is he pointing a knife at? ’
Albrecht grumbles, but looks over at Randolph. Randolph nods at Albrecht.
“Fine. I'll allow you to duel. ”
Soon enough, Rosamund tries to lead the noblewomen away because there may be blood in the intestines and there may be dead bodies lying around. But the Princess of Veles refused to follow.
“My queen, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to see it through. ”
Rosamund's eyes widen. What's wrong with him? Do you usually like this stuff?
Rosamund wondered what to do, and saw the faces of Gisela, Cecilia and Agnes, Herman's wives. I thought it would be okay to see the blood because everyone had a tough life cycle.
Achillia grabs Albrecht's hand, wondering where Nonylda came from. Albrecht sits down, placing Achilles on his lap.
Aklia leans back against Albrecht for as long as she feels. She turns her head and watches the duel with a blank expression.
Except for the academy students in the intestine, no one was embarrassed about knitting within the castle.
A small Randolph draws his sword without changing his face and grabs it with one hand, just hanging back comfortably against Ragnar.
Ragnar is going to be a bit of a snob if he wants to go out there. He seemed to be upset as soon as the boy stepped out.
You send a small Randolph to the goal quickly, and with just a loud, steady stroke of the sword in your right hand.
Of course, it wasn't much of a swordsmanship I learned from the nobles. You feel the power of barbaria as you laugh.
However, there was a tremendous amount of strength in killing people. If I wasn't a good enough person, I wouldn't be able to cover it with technology.
Little Randolph flinches his sword, avoiding Ragnar's left. It was an attack that occurred simultaneously with evasion.
It wasn't a swift sword, but the timing was good. Ragnar nods quickly, relaxed, and bows. You stumble as if you were falling.
Once again, tiny Randolph swings his sword toward Ragnar, and Ragnar rolls away from the ground.
“Fuck!”
Because of the shape, Ragnar quickly got up from his seat feeling ashamed. And then I was in a state of confrontation again.
“You faked it on purpose! ”
Little Randolph never said a word, but Ragnar framed him. In fact, the little Randolph looked like a bumpkin to me.
I wonder if Bern made eye contact when he marched on the boulevard or if he was a follower of the Randolph ball.
Tiny Randolph is still expressionless. It seemed like a more accurate expression than a expressionless expression.
You swing the sword in your right hand just a couple of times into the air, and it seems to revive your senses.
Ragnar immediately rebuilt himself, feeling as if he were ignoring him. But instead of the violent attack that happened earlier, I stopped on purpose as if I were going in.
He would have fainted on the other side, but little Randolph just stared at the slimy ragnar and did not react. Ragnar feels his face burning.
But it was a duel for my life, so I forgot my shame and gave Faque three or four more times. However, little Randolph does not react. Is he not nervous?
At that moment, little Randolph rushes towards Ragnar with lightning and swings his sword. It's so fast, Ragnar can't even see the sword properly, and once again he rolls away from the ground. My back was cold.
Tiny Randolph confronts him again, just past Ragnar, to see if he can make a turn during the blade.
“Yes! That's it! Faster, like the wind! ”
Achillia in Albrecht's arms shouts. It seems that the fresh sword was learned from Achylia, and that the slow but sophisticated - not slow - sword was learned from Randolph.
Since it is a different sword, Albrecht can see all the beats slipping through his eyes. The skilled person seemed to be able to stab the gap enough to lose the center.
“Motherfucker! You're gonna win! ”
Ragnar merely raises his sigh. The sword you learned in battle is rough and sinister, and the rest of you simply trust your instincts and fight.
However, the small Randolph has already taken full control. As the small Randolph attacks as he occupies the space with a staff, Ragnar rolls back and forth, avoiding himself largely as if he were almost on the run.
The duel quickly deteriorated. I thought there might be something for the nearby lords to see, but I was quickly disappointed.
When Ragnar is surrounded by the lords, the lords push him on his back.
“Motherfucker! Don't push! ”
Ragnar swings his sword at the harsh man, but the lord simply dodges.
Ragnar is furious and furious. He was angry at himself, not at anyone else.
The assassin watches, and I never thought I'd be humiliated in front of the southerners.
Ragnar lunges down from the arena like an animal trapped in a trap. Then, you tightly shut your mouth, flashing an animal-like glare, rushing towards little Randolph.
A small Randolph narrows the street, but skillfully swings his sword back across the street.
But then again, I thought Ragnar would lose his focus, but he got closer.
Ragnar grips a sharply edged sword with his bare hands. I just ran out of blood.
Only then did little Randolph shine a bewildering light. I tried to pull out my sword, but it wouldn't budge.
Ragnar reaches down to the dwarf blade and grabs the small Randolph blade with both hands. And then he pulls it towards him.
Little Randolph had never experienced anything like this, so he couldn't let go of the sword and just ran to Ragnar. Ragnar quickly grabs the collar of little Randolph with one hand.
“I got you, motherfucker! ”
Tiny Randolph realizes the situation later and tries to wrestle with his sword, but he's not the best choice. No, technique or whatever. Before that, Ragnar punched him in the face, pulling a little Randolph hard.
“Ugh!”
You break a small Randolph nose bone in one shot. With both hands hurriedly blocking his face, Ragnar reaches out to the hand holding the blade and tries to remove the small Randolph's hand and stab him in the face again.
Tank!
As the small Randolph's sword falls to the floor, the small Randolph is struck by a cheekbone.
“Ugh!"
Blood flows from Ragnar's palm and is either sown on the clothing of a small Randolph or sprayed on the floor.
Ragnar climbs on top of the small Randolph, forcefully knocking him down. Albrecht shouts as he grabs his bloodied fist and tries to hammer it.
“Enough! I won the battle! ”
Ragnar, however, unstoppable, frowns and punches little Randolph in the face.
“He told me to stop! ”
Albrecht flies forward like a tiger, throwing Achillia to the side, finally impatient. Achilles lands lightly on the ground.
Albrecht kicks Ragnar from the top of a small Randolph. I could have broken my ribs if I was naked, but I ended up in shock because I was wearing armor.
“Unh!”
Ragnar's excitement at the bottom doesn't subside, so he does what he shouldn't. You pick up your sword and swing it toward Albrecht.
Albrecht dodged lightly, but surprised me. I didn't mean anything by it. I just wanted to make sure he was getting out.
The nearby lords draw their swords and try to kill Ragnar, but Albrecht restrains his hand.
Ragnar glances like a real beast. A smile spread over Albrecht's mouth.
“You're worth a beating. Great! If you take the East, I'll knight you! ”
That said, he approached Ragnar like lightning and kicked him in the front.
Ragnar was not quick enough to react and not react. You hear a grumbling sound, and this time you really broke three or four ribs.
To the extent that that big man can fly like that, Ragnar floats for a long time in the air and hits the wall and falls to the ground. Then he turned his eyes upside down and lost consciousness.
Albrecht raises a small Randolph. I couldn't believe my face. I think I broke my nose and cheekbones.
“Go get treatment. You've grown a lot, by the way. ”
Tiny Randolph squeezes his nose like water, barely covering his nose with his hands.
“Go, thank you. ”
Albrecht also told Randolph, who had just arrived.
“Don't reprimand me. You fought beautifully. Go get some help. ”
Albrecht was concerned that Randolph might blame him for his defeat.
Achilles lunges at you, looking up at little Randolph. Little Randolph apologized to his teacher and friend for his embarrassment.
“I'm sorry. It's not enough. ”
Achillia held out her handkerchief without a word. Little Randolph takes a handkerchief and wipes under his bloody nose.
Achilles follows, grasping at the feet of a tiny Randolph. It was the first defeat of the first disciple.
Albrecht looks at them and turns his head. The horde Ragnar brought was unarmed some time ago, and the lords were holding swords to their necks. Gunnar simply stares indifferently at them.
The lords look at Albrecht. As soon as the sword falls, it looks like it will sweep the young warriors' throats.
Albrecht said, looking at Ragnar on the ground.
“Heal him, too. Assign the rest of you to your rooms and greet them as guests. ”
Then a duel broke out, leaving a restaurant with blood all over the floor. Rosamund also followed Albrecht.
As Albrecht's men fall, the lords draw their swords without a word and return their weapons to the young warriors. It was Dum who was staring at Ziggy.
The young warriors were afraid of the lords. I thought they were adults now, but their skills were so immature that they treated them like children and disarmed them quickly.
The lords went out to the cafeteria by themselves, and shortly after, only Ragnar and his friends fell to the ground in the intestine. And then there was the Princess Giselle of Veles.
She approaches Ragnar and tells his friends.
“If you don't mind, I'd like to treat you. ”
The young warriors, including Sigurd, no matter how much they look at it, are not maids. I was confused about who this beautiful noblewoman was.
Gisella sits for a moment and looks at Ragnar's face. The image that was frenzied in the face of the king, like an animal, was still eye-catching as it was imprinted on the brain.
Ragnar still looks foolish, his eyes turned upside down and he falls unconscious.
Chapter 31 The One Who Abandoned Himself and the One Who Is Who You Are.
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