Ark, they don't revolve around you

Zhuang Ning asked as if on impulse, "Do you have any other wishes?"

"I looked for Margaret's parents again, but I couldn't find them."

"very good."

"The rest is gone." Marenna sneered, "Also, I have always hated the title of knight. Margaret, stop calling yourself a knight of glory."

After he said that, he closed his eyes, exerted a little force, and was about to cut off his head.

"Ok?"

But the hand still stopped.

Because someone held down his sword.

It was an old hand, full of wrinkles, and looked like a dry bone.

But the owner of these hands must be a knight who has experienced many battles. He was able to stop Mainna with brute force alone.

This ranger was like a monster in Casimir, but he was unable to resist!

Only one person can do this.

"Grand Knight Commander."

Ioletta Russell.

Because of her old age, this lady chose to withdraw from the front line and live behind the scenes.

But few people would associate her with the fact that she was also a war hero in Casimir.

During the most brutal days of the war with Ursus, it was she and Cyril who reorganized the defense and saved Casimir from destruction!

Seeing this old man, Margaret's eyes lit up:

"Grand Knight Commander!"

As Cyril's comrade-in-arms, the old knight also has a deep relationship with Margaret.

She knew that the Grand Knight still had strength. If she——

But only a sigh was heard.

Ioleta said seriously, "Can I replace Maenna?"

——This sentence completely shattered Margaret's fantasy.

"Are you going to argue about something like this?" Zhuang Ning sneered.

"That's not the case. I've already made up my mind." Grand Knight Commander Ioletta cast a dignified look at Lin Guang, "It's just that I still have expectations for this little girl. I hope you can consider her and not treat Casimir too roughly."

"You are wrong."

"So, I have to pay the price for this." Ioletta put her hand on Margaret's head and stroked it, just like she did when she was a child. "Both Margaret and Margaret are still young, but I am old. This price should be paid by me."

"Do you want to... die too?" Margaret said tremblingly.

"Death is not scary, Margaret." The Grand Knight's face returned to indifference. "What's scary is not dying for the right reason. Just like what you did just now, you were just seeking death."

Margaret was speechless.

Zhuang Ning's expression turned cold, "Do you think anyone can die in her place?"

"I can have some conditions attached." Ioletta pointed at Margaret, "For example, she will listen to you unconditionally."

Margaret dodged his gaze and happened to meet the Grand Knight Commander's.

"From today on, my position is yours." She heard the voice, "but you must swear an oath, obey the doctor's orders, and even kowtow in submission."

Margaret felt almost suffocated.

Is this what I did? It was like a farce, sacrificing my elders, and all I got in return was submission?

"Grandmaster." Maenna gritted her teeth, "You don't have to, she's just a little girl."

"But even a little girl is better than an old man like me." Ioletta sighed, "I know you have been complaining about the Knights of War. This can be considered as my atonement for you."

It was this great master who caused Lin Guang's parents to never return.

Mainna did have some complaints about the knights and had always been unwilling to join the Knights in battle, so he really had no right to stop them.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Zhuang Ning's face.

"That's it." At such a sad moment, Zhuang Ning laughed contrary to his usual behavior, "Sure enough, compared to Victoria's farce, Casimir is more suitable for me."

He laughed sincerely, so much so that tears came out of his eyes, and spread his hands: "Isn't this much happier than Victoria?"

"Casimir is still more ancient and honest. He even rushes to commit suicide."

"I agree. From this moment on, I can make a covenant with Casimir!"

"Come on, Margaret."

"Although everything started with you, and although everything is your fault, I forgive you." He walked in, looking down at her, "Say what you need to say."

Margaret's face turned pale. She was the only one who looked at a loss among so many people.

She was almost speechless, sweat dripping down her cheeks, and she was almost crying:

"I will obey you."

Ioletta was relieved: "Next, it's my turn to die."

Yes, that's good.

As long as Casimir can be protected, death is a negligible price to pay.

"Wait a minute." Zhuang Ning interrupted her, "I never said you wanted to commit suicide."

He said softly, "Don't you knights take pride in dueling?"

"Then come and fight me, live, of course."

"The Business Federation and the Supervisory Committee have been fighting for so long, it's time for them to have some feelings for each other."

"Since the head of the Business Federation is going to be executed live, I think you shouldn't mind."

His voice turned cold again, "I will kill you in front of all of Casimir, Grandmaster."

Take a day off

There have been some major problems with the plot lately, and I can feel it myself.

I typed for a long time today, but couldn’t write a single word.

But when it was almost time to update, I still felt that this was not the way to go.

So take this day off.

Sort out the outline and think carefully about how to write it.

The update volume in the next few days will probably be only around 4,000, and the rest of the time will be used to adjust the status and perfect the plot!

Sorry.

Chapter 13: The So-Called Knight

More than twenty years ago, Casimir, battlefield.

The fortress was silent as a rock, and outside the fortress there was complete silence.

The corpses were piled up together, and the heads were chopped off and piled up into a small hill.

The night was pitch black. The fluttering flag was held by a rough hand. The knight who held up the flag said calmly, "There are only seven of us left."

He looked old, but through the armor he was wearing, one could still feel the strength honed in war.

This was a critical period in the war between Ursus and Casimir.

Casimir lost cities one after another and was in imminent danger. They were stationed in the fortress, besieged by the enemy, and only seven people were left.

"The commander of Ursus was very smart. He separated us all... Hellagur is worthy of his reputation."

"Cyril, when did you ever praise your enemy?"

Hearing the woman's words, the knight, Cyril Linguang, smiled and took off his helmet:

"I don't hate that guy, but I want to kill him. He and Bozhukasti are too troublesome. Ursus is really full of talented people, while we..."

He sneered, not disguising the malice and contempt in his words, but the hand covered with wrinkles and scars that held the flag never let go.

Smoke and dust rose up.

After Cyril Linguang finished speaking, he did not speak again, and the fortress fell into complete silence.

The fall was only a matter of time. In the ten wars between Ursus and Casimir, the latter was like a fragile child, being beaten back step by step.

"Sometimes I think that knights are outdated." Cyril said again, "We should accept the reality that knights have been abandoned by the times."

"Sir Lin Guang, you...!" Some teammates were indignant.

"Are you angry? I am too, but this is reality. War has changed. What matters is industry, and knight... is the word farthest from industry, right?"

Cyril said self-deprecatingly, "Perhaps we should hand Casimir over to the Business Federation. They understand expansion better than us..."

"Cyril!" Even Ioletta Russell couldn't help but burst into anger. "What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I'm telling the truth. Don't be angry. Have a cigarette and calm down." Cyril was still laughing, and his laughter became more and more exaggerated. Then he began to cough, and the sound of his cough echoed in the silent fortress.

He reached out his hand and touched his mouth, which was already red.

"Cyrillic?"

"It's okay. I can hold on. I'm Lin Guang... from the Lin Guang family." He lowered his eyes. The night was still dark. "I have a child."

"Ok?"

"Maenna... Oh, you should know that he broke off relations with me a long time ago and went out alone to be a ranger."

Cyril said calmly, "He is a child with a strong sense of justice. Unlike his brother, he hates knights and thinks we are a group of old-fashioned and sanctimonious people."

"He killed many knight lords, including many high-ranking war knights. If it weren't for you, we should have arrested him long ago." Although she didn't know why Cyril mentioned him at this time, Ioletta still agreed.

"He will come back sooner or later, because he will find that it's all the same... without the knights, there will be others who will prey on the weak." Cyril grinned, "He has a stronger sense of justice than his brother... but he is destined to be disappointed, right?"