I am the old, fiery-faced man from the senior department.

"Kal'tsit, your ideals are great and glorious. I believe that one day you will achieve your goal."

"Before that."

The young dragon reached out its hand to her.

"For now, let me be your companion and walk alongside you, shall we?"

"Fellow travelers..."

The Dao refers to the path, direction, method, and principle.

Those who share the same path are those who share the same ideals and goals.

A group of people with common goals and ideals come together, hoping to accomplish something together and realize a common wish through sincere cooperation. This is what it means to be like-minded.

"..."

She possesses invaluable knowledge that could change the world, and she has an extensive and incalculable wealth of experience.

Her footprints are all over the world, and her figure encompasses history.

But Kal'tsit always knew what she was missing.

The path she sought was far too long.

For a long time, no one could keep up with her pace.

She was destined to be alone.

but……

The boy's resolute face and words shook her heart, which was consumed by loneliness.

"Those who share the same ideals are not deterred by mountains or seas. Kal'tsit, I believe in you. I wonder if you would believe in me?"

Under the campfire and the starry sky, she accepted the baby dragon.

At this point, she was temporarily freed from the torment of loneliness.

At this point, she had a companion for the time being.

From then on, she was no longer alone.

Someone was willing to travel with her.

"Your Highness, sleeping like this is bad for your neck."

Kal'tsit gently lifted the boy's head so he could sleep more comfortably.

"Ugh, Kal'tsit..."

The young dragon snuggled against the lynx's soft legs, feeling content, and slept even more soundly.

The twenty-three passing corpse demons, what a misfortune!

A high-pitched howl echoed across the plains, and a golden streak of light pierced the sky.

A golden eagle soars between heaven and earth, facing the setting sun.

"Oh! So this is what it looks like from above."

During the day, he closed his eyes and leaned against the car.

The eagle soared through the sky, and Tian Sha shared his vision, making it seem as if he were truly roaming freely in the heavens.

"This is so interesting."

As the golden light descended, the eagle proudly landed on the left arm of the daytime.

"Your Highness, dinner is ready."

Kal'tsit's call rang out, and Daylight responded, releasing the eagle once more.

"Oh, is this feather meat?"

Arriving at the small table where they ate, Bai Zhou was slightly surprised to see the steaming meat laid out on it.

Finding a domesticated feathered animal to eat in the wild is difficult, but once you do, it becomes a lucky thing.

"It was sent by Commander Dean."

Kal'tsit placed the warmed wheat bread on the table and explained the origin of tonight's dinner.

"Looks like we've benefited from Attila's fame too."

As he spoke, Bai Zhou picked up a slice of bread and took a bite. It tasted better than the whole-wheat bread they had eaten a few days ago.

"Gurgle..."

The foal was happily munching on feathered meat when it heard Bai Zhou's praise and wagged its tail with a hint of pride.

"Eat quickly, you still have to study Gallic history later."

Bai Zhou tapped the little girl on the forehead, instantly silencing her laughter.

Seeing Attila's pained expression, Bai Zhou chuckled softly and slowly began to enjoy the food in front of him.

The matter of teaching Attila Gaul was decided upon after discussions between him and Kal'tsit.

It would be a great pity if Attila only fulfilled his role as a hostage in Gaul. Moreover, Gaulish aid obtained in exchange for a useless hostage would not last long and would instead attract the covetousness of Gaul.

For Kazimir and Ursus to truly maintain peace, Kazimir, which has begun to decay, needs to be reborn.

Therefore, Attila needs to grow up.

Use the strengths of Gaul to counter the weaknesses of Casimir.

"Your Highness should also review the vocabulary you learned today."

Although Kal'tsit agreed to teach Attila the knowledge of Gaul, her teaching focus was still on Daylight. It would be absolutely unacceptable for Daylight to relax and play around just because she was teaching Attila.

“I will have Mon3tr accompany Your Highness.”

"Don't worry, Kal'tsit, I'm a good student."

“In the capital, not a single teacher who taught us had a bad word to say about us.”

Bai Zhou, too, proudly raised its head, its tail held high.

"Day, you idiot. Kazimierz, you can't learn it."

Attila used the Flame Cavity technique she learned from Kal'tsit to attack Daylight.

"Attila is the idiot (Kasimir's words)."

Bai Zhou squinted and rubbed Attila's little ears, then retorted without any politeness.

After dinner, Bai Zhou settled into the tent set up by the caravan and began reviewing his textbooks. Mon3tr, acting as his substitute teacher, watched him study.

Barring any unforeseen circumstances, tonight will pass by like this.

"Ok?"

After reading through some unfamiliar words, Bai Zhou frowned and looked up.

A hesitant cry of doubt

Mon3tr gently nudged Daylight's arm with his bladed foot, signaling him not to wander off.

Something crawled out.

"Your Highness?"

Upon hearing this, Kal'tsit temporarily let Attila study on her own, then quickly went to Daybreak's side to inquire about the situation.

"Something has crawled out of the mountains."

During the day, he stood up on Mon3tr's bladed feet and went outside the tent to look at the mountain not far from the camp.

There are about twenty or thirty of them.

Can you see what that is?

Kal'tsit also knew that daytime could share vision with the arcane energy of the Skyfire.

"They... are probably... something like ghouls."

It was getting late, and the night sky was mostly cloudy. Without moonlight, even an eagle's eye could only see a rough outline.

"Ghoul..."

Kal'tsit breathed a sigh of relief.

"Your Highness, please inform Commander Dean."

A ghoul is a living corpse transformed through an ancient form of witchcraft. This witchcraft grants even the coldest corpse the ability to move again. Reviveed ghouls feel no pain or fear, nor do they tire, making them excellent tools for the dead.

It is worth mentioning that most of Sargon's immortal army were transformed in this way.

However, there are differences between the two. The Longevity Army uses the bodies of warriors who were extremely powerful in life, and the casters are also excellent and skilled sorcerers, which can maximize the combat power after the transformation.

However, ghouls are essentially mass-produced, low-quality products. Most of them are considered successful if they can run and move. Their main purpose is for ancient nobles to guard their tombs, and they can only scare away foolish tomb raiders.

If it were just some ghouls that came out, even these Kazimierz soldiers could easily handle them.

"Wow—!"

The eagle's cry swept across the camp and finally found Dean, who was patrolling the camp.

"what?"

The eagle landed on the ground, and then, under the soldiers' terrified gazes, called Dean's name.

"What's the panic?"

Dean frowned and slapped the back of one person's head.

These guys really made the wrong choice. They're all so timid and hesitant. If he had known it would turn out like this, he would have brought some young people with them. At least young people have passion and are willing to fight.

"Dean."

"What are your orders, sir?"

As soon as the deep voice rang out, Dean knew who he was.

They were in the same camp, and since the other party appeared in this way instead of coming to see him in person, he must have something urgent to say.