Late autumn at the age of eighteen to count.
I fought the Evil Dragon Varakiaka and defeated it.
With the help of the gods and the English Spirit, it was too much of a showdown to squeeze out all of himself.
If I repeat it again, I don't feel like I can do the same thing as that one.
But after defeating the dragon, he waited, "Then the Holy Knight made him happy."
The body takes in dragon factors and takes half a step past humans, loses its favorite weapon protective equipment, and ex-post processing is enormous.
- Really, it's not easy being a hero.
To prevent people frightened by dragons from becoming thugs, hustle and bustle dragon killers to comfort and go around the place.
Wrap up the negotiations with the tribes of the forest giants, which we met in a lot of commotion.
Send relief supplies to the Land of Flowers (Rossdoll), a settlement where the survivors of the Forest People's Elves live, found on the Evil Dragon Crusade.
There were many small battles and battles against the remnants of the demons who had been driven from the "Land of Candles" of the Mountain Dwarves.
Of course, I had my usual job as a lord and the exorcism of warcraft, and I had to go to the White Sail Capital to report on the situation and discuss the future.
During the mild autumn and winter when there was little snow on the Southern Frontier Continent (Southmark), I continued to be chased by all of them.
And the trouble is, my body, cursed by the dragon, endured it flatly.
Days went by, and they noticed no response, but I barely needed to eat or sleep.
You can eat, and you're quite hungry.
But nothing, even if I didn't eat it for a few days, I barely changed my health.
I can sleep, and I can sleep quite a bit.
But nothing, even if I didn't sleep for a few days, I barely changed my physical condition.
I've talked to the Hyram of the College of the Wise (Academy), but it still seems to be the influence of dragon factors.
- It is the very power of dragons who do not eat and do not know decay without sleeping.
In addition, as can be seen from the indelible language, little fatigue accumulates, and muscle strength does not diminish even if you do not work out a powerful workout that cannot be helped by vegetables.
... Yes, the workout was meaningless.
I came to this.
What would Brad say if he asked?
That's a terrible curse, or something.
Dull, don't cut off the smell of moves, or something.
Saying it like that, I felt that Brad, shaking the orbital flames like he was in trouble, looked different.
Power and moves are both wheels.
There are moves to wield the power that is present with maximum efficiency, and there are forces to operate the moves more effectively.
Build your body as a warrior little by little and adjust your moves accordingly.
That's the bone of the workout.
The wheel was removed.
Even if you work out, you don't work out.
As a warrior, it could be fatal, I thought.
- So in the meantime, I decided to work out more than before.
I'm busy, but I don't rely on the help of dragons to sharpen my sleep or my diet, but I manage to twist my time.
Since the more or less things have become lighter, build muscle strength with instruments that carve out "signs" that insistently increase the weight of things.
Or train the isometric constriction (isometric) system by loading your muscle strength itself with the power of a dragon.
Swing your magic sword or spear to review and streamline your movements with the power of a dragon.
Or after putting multiple Words on yourself that have the effect of weakening or slowing down, playing games...
I tried and saw only a little better movement and increased muscle strength.
I feel assured.
After all, a muscle is a response if you work out.
And if there is violence from an untrained muscle, most things will be resolved.
- It's a perfect logic with no gaps.
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That proves the perfection of Brad's theory.
In the winter solstice, when I counted to be nineteen, and in the spring, the situation was much calmer.
Of course, in the spring, it's spring. The Hibernate Warcraft springs out of the nest, but it doesn't have to be me to deal with it anymore.
Many adventurers put their energy into the Warcraft hunt.
I remember some of them being a little relieved by the brunette's wild ambush (ranger) and the red-haired wizard with Tonerico's wand.
They also seem to be well adventured and named with them.
In the meantime, Menel took Mr. Dine once to his hometown, The Great Forest of Erin.
My misrillic clasp was exhaled in the battle with Varakhiaka and completely melted and wasted.
The array originally belonged to Terperion, the hero of the Great Forest of Erin, along with silver strings and strings from Menel's bow.
They're going to deliver the shapes and then pull out aid to Flower Country.
That's how they left and went in the wrong way, and when they heard rumors about Candle Country and Flower Country, a large number of dwarves and some elves and halflings came.
Each of them had a different situation.
Many of the Dwarves are former residents or descendants of the Land of Candles.
When I heard that my home mountain had been recaptured from the Evil Dragon, I tried to help rebuild it.
Some of them had built up quite a few positions in various parts of the country, and became wealth and their children, and some of them were displaced as they wore them.
Though there were many men, all their eyes were burning with passion to reward the former king of Aulvangle, to reclaim his homeland.
- I was so happy about that.
The Elves, unlike the Dwarves, had few people from the Land of Flowers.
It would be because they are originally long-lived, rooted in their forests, in harmony with the Spirit, to preserve the forest order, and are also a species to be completed there.
However, they are also an intelligent race, and a significant proportion of those who travel out of curiosity.
Many of the Elves were once cared for by the Land of Candles and the Land of Flowers on such a journey, so they were kind enough to hear the rumors immediately.
Many for just a small benevolence, from their sense of time, make decisions in an instant.
- Their eyes were proud and straight.
The halflings are simpler.
A flushing cook, a street performer, or a fortune teller, or a merchant of small goods and groceries, livestock, plus, of course, a poet to a musician.
They make wandering their business and cross the country.
There's a commotion going on, there's no way you're missing a hot area.
Coming with glittering, joyful eyes, he buzzes around and leaves like a storm.
Along with that flow, there is, of course, an influx of old pioneering people.
The South Frontier Continent (Southmark) was getting busier and busier, but unfortunately I don't have the skills to handle the rapid increase in people around here.
Of course, I'm not doing anything either, but on a city basis like Lightning River Harbor (Torchport), Mr. Tonio or Mr. Leistoff.
In the larger overall framework, there are many parts that cannot be helped without His Highness Ethel or the Temple Chief.
So in the spring I moved around for them, mainly in terms of funding.
Together with Lu and Menel, he went to collect the remains and treasures of Varachiaca, which remained rested in the Land of Candles.
Valakhiaka's treasures were tremendous.
A group of treasures that a single dragon continued to collect from the Divine Age.
Ruby or sapphire big enough to doubt your eyes.
Shining large misrillic currency.
Luxurious woven fabric with golden silver yarn.
An inscribed magic tool of countless Signs.
Gold coins and silver coins scattered with buffers all around them, also in magic chests, that deliver them.
The glaring of the eye - that's the extra, demonic glow that drives so many people crazy.
Together with several trusted people, including Lu and Gerreyes, I did a pale job of organizing and listing this.
That's how he locked it tightly in the treasure trove of Candlestick Country so that the uncomfortable wouldn't get their hands on it.
Even this was a month-long task.
The treasure thus listed, which makes it easy to calculate value, was distributed among dwarves, elves and humans.
... There is an approximate price for gold coins, silver coins, and a little magic equipment, but there were some items that were too valuable to calculate and obviously could be rubbed, so the area is on hold.
I would like to summarize too expensive treasures and too powerful magic equipment that cannot be distributed in the direction of selling or using them in the event of a major disaster, for example, as a shared property in the region.
There are even other items that could not be appraised, so we have to ask Gus, who is in the town of the dead, and the Highram Master of the College of the Wise (Academy) to appraise them.
Allocate gold coins and silver coins that can be calculated quickly, and turn them to Flower Country (Rossdoll) and Candlestick Country for reconstruction funds.
For my part, I decided to leave some of the seats with His Highness Ethel and the Temple Chief as a source of funding for the assistance of the pioneering people.
That's how the dragon's treasure was completely cleared up, but on the contrary, the wreckage was extremely troublesome.
One Dwarf craftsman, who touched the scales out of curiosity, grabbed the palm of his hand as he tried to unravel and dismantle the junction that had sealed the carcass.
… The remains of Valakiaka retained a very high concentration of indifference even after death.
I rushed to treat him and held his head, "How do I dismantle this?"
In the end, it was dismantled with carpentry tools that gave it some magic and prayer to keep in mind, but still the number of sawdust pieces in both hands crumbled.
There are a number of areas where I ended up taking a magic weapon and cutting it off.
Even if we do that and we succeed in dismantling it, after all, the scales, the guts, the bones are poisonous chunks. I can't help it like this.
Therefore, in conjunction with the treasure listing work, the remains of the Grand Temple of the Land of Candles were restored and the ritual of purification was performed.
I'm still going.
… Yes, with the help of the God of Lightning, I purify the place with the Prayer of the Sanctuary (Sanctuary), offering prayers with powerful detoxification and purification.
In the meantime, the Dwarf priests took their place and are still cleansed by daily prayer, but the remains of Varakhiaka have not yet been purified.
The prospect is that we'll have a ritual every day for a year or so, and we'll probably finally figure it out.
Stubborn dirt or something. Not on that level anymore.
It was a persistence that even felt some resentment.
I kind of felt that evil dragon laugh in my back of my brain, and I shook my head left and right.
... The day you wear gear made of dragon candles (Dragon Skyle) is going to be a little further.
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And early summer.
I still find it difficult to say that the situation has been completely stable, but I have been on board, along with Tonio, a trusted merchant, and His Highness Ethel.
To cross the sea and head to the Fartile kingdom, its capital, the Teardrop Capital (Iliastia).
It seems that this is a request of His Highness Ethel and a summons from the kingdom of Fur Tile.
It's time for a political campaign in a pioneering relationship, but at the same time, it's a lot worse if you don't introduce the unidentified dragon killer to your country.
With words from His Highness Ethel, who takes care of me on a daily basis, I have no objection.
"Wow............!
The sound of waves.
A refreshing sea breeze blows through.
White wings of seabirds crossing the area and a lively voice to be sounded.
Several white sails are getting windy and swollen.
- This was the first time I've ever been on a boat trip.
I enjoyed my journey without seasickness, perhaps because I gained dragon factors.
What separates the northern Glassland Continent is the vast inland waters known as the Medium Sea.
There are islands everywhere and ports of call are indispensable.
By the way, the island of Gas's hometown is also in this Medium Sea, but it's more westerly than its current route.
If I could stop by, I'd be a little sorry I could even do one of the souvenir stories.
It seems that the island is still peaceful, with sheep and idyllic living.
I'd like to go sometime, and I'm thinking blurry on the deck.
"Sir William."
"Ah, yes."
His Royal Highness Ethel has spoken.
Gray hair, wrinkles between eyebrows, sharp gaze.
As usual, coupled with a clear-cut figure, it's like a hot arm.
"I'm going to talk to you now…………………"
"What is it?"
To a serious voice, I make my place right, too.
"The Defenders will probably give Sir (Kai) a glimpse"
"To me...?
"Even when I say" defensive, "like" pioneering, "there are a lot of thoughts inside, but in the pre-construction era, they rely on developing defensive concerns before building."
"Defense concerns…"
"You know what? Sir, you must feel it with your own hands."
"Yeah."
Warcraft. Ghost. Demon. Giant. - The Dragon of the Divine Age.
The Southern Frontier Continent (Southmark) is a dangerous surprise box.
"I don't want to wake up a kid who slept poorly, a lot of things I think. - I've heard it before from Sir, about the Seal of the King."
…………
As for the circumstances of the city of the dead that I grew up in, I spoke to His Highness Ethel again the other day.
Your Highness on the boulder, my words that accomplished the dragon killing, so I asked you to listen properly without treating them underneath.
- The demons are trying to break the seal of their king.
His Highness also understands that it would be safer to rebuild that city and properly manage the sealing point that Gas is not telling me about now.
Except that His Highness understands it and everyone understands it.
"You can publish your existence, but if you find out there is, you'll rather dispute it. All I know is a very small number, including me and Sir Kai... once you should shut up."
Those who do not see it as leading to the ruin of the future, and who make a scene and try to take it to their own advantage, will surely appear.
As in previous lives, politics is a difficult thing to do.
We're going to get into a world like this - can I do it right?
... anxious thoughts must have appeared on my face.
"Don't worry, I won't make it worse"
His Highness Ethel laughed as if trying to reassure me.
Reliable, adult grin.
"Whatever it is, it's a little defensive right now. … Already Sir Kei is the guardian of the Southern Frontier Continent (Southmark), understand that?
"Yep. Well, to the boulder..."
My medal has been made into a song by Vi and spread throughout.
The End of the Holy Knight
Lights on the Border
"Kill the Beast, kill the Devil."
"The Resurrection of Sanyingjie"
Loved by the god of flowing.
The Liberator of Mount Candlestick.
And extremely, "Dragon Slayer."
There is no such thing as a great beauty to count.
"One scandal about Sir Kei could shake the end of Southern development."
His Highness Ethel was a serious face.
The wrinkles between the eyebrows are getting deeper.
"You'll be set up with this, but don't make too much noise by weighing yourself down. Is that good?"
"Yikes!"
I replied very well.
It's okay. I'm an adult now, don't worry! Take good care of yourself and never get caught up in the plan! And that's what I really thought at the time.
… Note that you know the result.