"I'm not leaving Elima."

  In the evening, Qu Fuer went to Yalan's room and said she wanted to talk to him.

  As if it was expected, Alan did not get angry. He was wiping a dagger and said, "Come, sit down." Then he handed her a cup of tea - they Orientals like to drink a kind of green tea, but Qu Fuer was not used to it.

  "I was born here." Qu Fuer held the teacup and said sincerely. She had an inexplicable trust in Yalan. After years of immersion in Quewu, she knew what kind of people she could get close to and what kind of people she had to avoid. "Just like this tea, I can't get used to it. And I don't know your Mingxia language." Fuer looked at Yalan in confusion. "If I go back there, what will happen to the Shanbei County you mentioned?"

  "Your home is there," Yalan said. He understood Fu'er's anxiety, just like when he left his tribe and made a living in Shanbei County.

  "But I was raised in Quewu. I thought whoever raised me was my family." Fu'er sipped the bitter drink, "Mr. Yalan, thank you for telling me the news. To be honest, when I heard about my life experience, I was really happy. It turns out that I still have relatives in this world." She put down the cup, "But when I thought about going to such a far place, I suddenly became uneasy. The only place I am familiar with is Elima. I don't know the red tape of the royal family. I can't even learn Jasmine's simple gesture of saluting." Fu'er smiled bitterly, "I grew up in a brothel. I haven't learned any real skills."

  Alan looked at the girl, the man's daughter, lovingly. They had never lived together, but the shy expression of the girl just now was exactly the same as her mother's.

  "Don't worry, Fu'er, I will protect you." Yalan patted her hands, "You are her daughter, don't worry at all."

  "My dream since childhood is to become a member of the Knights Templar." Fuer began, she stretched out her hands to Alan, "Do you see the calluses on my hands? They are not caused by doing any hard work in the Quewu, but by practicing sharpening dragon spears since childhood. The Elimar people are taught from childhood to become a knight and go to the northern front to kill dragons, and I am no exception. Mr. Alan, you see, I am already an Elimar from the inside out, and I can't become a Mingxia person."

  "That's a joke." Alan said, "The people in the Pope's Office only deceived the common people, but the people of Elimar took it seriously." He sneered, "This country will sooner or later cause a civil war. For this reason, I will also send you back to Mingxia."

  Qu Fuer was surprised, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

  "You don't need to understand. Those have nothing to do with you." Alan's tone turned back to his usual majesty.

  Whether Qu Fuer was willing or not, he would never let her stay here. Elima was like a thick dirt wrapped in candy paper. Once someone cut the candy paper with scissors, the thick dirt would flow everywhere.

  How could he leave his daughter in a place like this?

  Qu Fuer felt something was wrong. Yalan must know something, but he would not tell her. If something dangerous really happened, she suddenly remembered the Yuanyue tragedy a few days ago, and the frequent activities of the northern dragon tribe in recent days...

  Cesare...

  The name suddenly popped into her mind.

  Seeing her pale face, Alan thought she was just scared. "It's okay, don't worry. We'll be safe when we return to Mingxia." He thought for a moment and said, "We'll leave tomorrow morning. It's not convenient to reveal my identity in Elima, so please just call me Uncle Alan, just like Jasmine."

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  Fu'er nodded dazedly, "Her name is also Jasmine."

  Alan nodded. "Yes, it is to commemorate your mother. His Majesty and your mother had the closest relationship back then. Your mother is His Majesty's elder sister."

  "Why did you find me only eighteen years later?" Fu'er asked casually, but the question left Alan speechless.

  "…Because a lot of things happened in the meantime…" Alan said, "Besides, we couldn't find out where she was."

  "Oh..." Fu'er nodded. She just asked casually and didn't take it too seriously. However, when she raised her eyes, she saw an extremely sad look flashed in Alan's eyes.

  Cesare could see the men riding on dragons from afar. They lined up in a row, as if they were waiting for him.

  "Dragongol!" Cesare shouted.

  "Oh, I was wondering who it was, it turns out it's Duke Lorenzo himself." The man called Longgor stood on the dragon's back, he had red hair like fire.

  Longgor took out an arrow from behind and shot it directly at him without giving Cesare any chance to dodge. Cesare waved his shield to block it, and the white roc under his crotch seemed to be in sync with its master, diving down and then flying up, and Cesare's greatsword slashed directly at Longgor's mount.

  The Dragon People live with dragons. They raise dragons and tame dragons. They are barbaric by nature and unilaterally tore up the treaty of peaceful coexistence with the Elima hundreds of years ago. They abuse the women of Elima, kill the men of Elima alive, disembowel them, cut off their heads and put them on spears to demonstrate to the Elima people.

  This was a shame that every Elimar kept in mind until the First Northern Expedition. The Grand Master of the Knights Templar at that time was Saint Lima from the Fumel family. He led the people to drive the dragon people back to their lair in the north for the first time, and killed the dragon leader and a fire-breathing black dragon, and cut off their heads.

  Hundreds of years of grievances have kept the North in turmoil, but as Elima grew stronger and eventually became the largest country in the North, the dragon clan gradually declined and could no longer take advantage.

  Long Gor is the best of the dragons, and the blue dragon under his crotch. The ice he spews out is enough to freeze everything. He was born a commoner of the dragons, but because he successfully brought back a blue dragon egg from the Dark Whisper Forest and successfully hatched and tamed the blue dragon, he became the first warrior of the dragons.

  Whether Longgor is stronger or Cesare of Elima is stronger has always been a hot topic among the people of the border. They have been entangled in the air for several rounds, but there is still no winner.

  Seeing that Longgor had revealed a flaw, after all, he was good at using bows and arrows and was not good at close combat. Cesare swung his sword and slashed at him, but he defused the bomb and made Longgor fall off the blue dragon.

  "Well done, Captain!" shouted Knight Elima, who was fighting with the dragon people nearby.

  "Don't be distracted." Cesare saw an arrow suddenly shot out from the corner. He turned around suddenly, and the dagger in Longgor's hand cut a hole in his lower back.

  It's a trap.

  Cesare thought to himself, he used all his strength and threw the sword in his hand towards the blue dragon. The force was so great that the sword pierced into the blue dragon's hind legs. The blue dragon howled and flew towards the ground.

  The ground was the advantage of the Elimar people, as some people had already ambushed them. When they saw the blue dragon falling, the crossbows and iron nets were fired. The blue dragon let out a particularly miserable howl, as it was pierced by the crossbow and caught in the iron net. It flapped its wings hard to try to fly, but to no avail.

  Cesare circled down in the sky on his white roc. Naturally, he saw the surrendered Longgor and the disapproval in the man's wild eyes.

  "Cesare!" Longor shouted at the man in mid-air, "Kill me now if you dare."

  Cesare chuckled, "I can't let you die that easily."

  "You will regret it sooner or later. I will skin you, eat your flesh, rape your women, and make sure you die a miserable death." After saying this, Longgor laughed, but was pushed to the ground by the knights around him.

  The white roc landed, and Cesare jumped down from it. He walked to Longgor and stepped on Longgor's face with his foot. "Okay, I'll wait for you."

  He waved his hand, the crossbow sounded again, the blue dragon's miserable cry rang in Longgor's ears, and then it died.

  Longgor's wails resounded through the sky.

  He looked at Cesare with hatred. Killing the dragon tamed by the dragon tribe was equivalent to taking the life of the dragon tribe. A dragon tribe without a dragon was like losing eyes and hands. However, that was the blue dragon he had tamed since childhood, and they depended on each other for survival. Cesare, the Dragongore Curse, was a man like a devil.

  Cesare retracted his foot, and Longor suddenly raised his body, but was held down again.

  Cesare leaned close to Longor's ear and said in a gentle and soft voice, "There are still ten hours until dawn. I will let you go then. I don't want your life. You killed so many people in my group. I want to make you taste the pain too."