Dear Broom Knight

“Pat!”

“Pat! Where are you! Are you alright?”

Hearing the shouts carried by the wind, Lorry gently patted the other hand he'd lost the bet with.

Although he understood that in this castle, Count Montes wouldn't be the first to suffer, and perhaps even Alex and his wife, along with their three children, were being well-protected.

But, how should he put it… just like himself, sitting calmly in the clouds without reacting, his rationality was too obvious.

Knowing you'll be fine, so not worrying, another way of saying it is, there's no need to care until death is imminent.

Such emotional expressions between friends would make people feel a bit cold, let alone between husband and wife, father and son.

But because of the previous events, both Mrs. Yagris and Lorry didn't need to be so hypocritical, forced to perform in front of the public.

Could that be considered a good thing?

He looked down, then raised an eyebrow: the 'Blade of the Fierce Tiger' seemed ready to go in and rescue people.

Speaking of which, making a detour to Valera's side this time really saved their lives.

Otherwise, based on their identity from Lorry's territory, even if Montes Castle welcomed their long-distance rescue, they would definitely be placed on the outermost perimeter.

Which is now, the area with the highest casualty rate.

Although protected by armor, the explosion, obviously from the power of the Storm God, was too destructive.

All the splashing gravel, regardless of size, was attached with a layer of acceleration from the wind, no different from a high-speed rotating cutting machine.

With the level and equipment of these knights, being able to survive until the rescue of the 'Blade of the Fierce Tiger' could be considered lucky.

And the 'Blade of the Fierce Tiger,' speaking of which, wasn't much better off than these outer guardian knights.

They were still carrying several fragile individuals!

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Lyon was really frightened.

Although they weren't afraid of death, if they were blown to death without even touching the enemy's edge, without even figuring out what happened, he felt he would really die with lingering resentment!

Moreover, the knight with a serious expression glanced out of the corner of his eye at the bard who was trying his best to unleash his magic, hoping to restore his companions to their peak state… He actually always believed that if the 'Blade of the Fierce Tiger' really faced the danger of total annihilation, then Severn would definitely be the one among them who could last until the end.

Severn's mind was actually about as small as Yuri's.

Just like now, because he knew he was going to rescue people, he had to restore his own people to their best condition first… even if his own people just looked scary.

But Severn wasn't like Yuri: the team, and this group of brothers, was the meaning of Yuri's life.

Lyon was very clear that even if there were ways to survive, Yuri would only choose to perish with them.

But Severn was different, he had relatives and mentors to rely on, and many friends outside.

Therefore, even if he would be heartbroken by the death of his brothers, and his temperament would change drastically, he would definitely persist in living to the end.

However, had they escaped another disaster this time?

Before setting off, that tragic, strong premonition of going to a rendezvous with death seemed not so serious anymore.

Lyon patted his long sword on the giant shield and shouted loudly: "Defensive formation, go save people!

Yuri, open exploration! Knights bear shields, use a squatting posture to dig through the ruins, move sideways!

Swordsmen, be ready to observe!

Severn, save your strength, just add healing spells to those who are barely hanging on!"

However, the requirements for the casting scholar himself are very high, not only must he know the enemy like the back of his hand, but he must also have enough mana to support it.

However, damage like the big explosion just now, even if Yuri desperately kept the warning on, would be useless.

That wasn't damage specifically aimed at them.

Yuri gently exhaled, touched the necklace in front of his chest, the lucky charm made of dragon scales seemed not so hot anymore.

Ever since they decided to come to Montes Castle, that thing had been warning all the time.

If he couldn't see the books treasured inside the royal palace, Yuri wouldn't dare to be sure that this rainbow-like small scale was also a dragon scale!

White dragons do not erase the existence of other dragons just because they are the only dragon clan in this world.

But they won't take the initiative to mention it either.

Everything has to rely on humans who have a good relationship with them, trying little by little, to get some information from chatting with them.

Rainbow Dragon, although it is a kind of small dragon that white dragons don't look up to very much, thinking that it has no use other than sensing danger, Yuri really wants to see one!

For powerful white dragons, predicting danger is indeed useless.

But for humans like him with thin skin and fragile flesh, that is a life-saving straw.

His fingers gently stroked the scales on the amulet, sensing a clear crack on it, Yuri sighed softly.

He didn't know how long this thing could last.

But he definitely didn't regret it.

Looking at a knight who was dragged out of the ruins by Lyon, his armor deformed, multiple fractures all over his body, and bleeding, Yuri was unusually firm.

Knights, as long as they are those who particularly abide by the knight's code, will instinctively stand in front of their comrades and block the first wave of damage.

Just like the knight in front of him, he almost only had one breath left, but under him, several leather-clad attendants who were still okay were dragged out.

Severn was adding blood to the knight with red eyes.

He, who likes music, loves art, and is good at communication, probably has some empathy.

However, as long as Yuri thought that the one lying there might be Lyon, or his several younger brothers, he couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart.

Then he was glad that he had made the most correct choice.

The swordsman Milian suddenly issued a warning: "The castle area seems to have started fighting again!"

Lyon stood up and took a look.

Logically speaking, they should also go there.

Fighting the followers of the evil god is their mission.

But… Lyon glanced at the ruins of the city wall that were so dark and cold even under the starlight, and took a deep breath.

Of course, he would rather fight bravely.

Moreover, in the battle that Mrs. Yagris and Count Montes would definitely participate in, Lyon would not encounter too much danger at all.

The enemy's target will only be that couple.

But he, who participates in it, can get a lot of rewards afterwards… a resounding reputation, generous treatment.

It might even become famous throughout the country because of the confrontation with the followers of the evil god.

That, for Lyon, is actually very useful.

However, he just closed his eyes for a moment, then pointed forward and said: "Our mission is to save people.

It is estimated that there are quite a few who are just short of breath!

Severn, save your mana and pay attention to the usage interval of energy potions!"

"Yes, Captain!" Severn replied loudly.

"It seems that someone is also saving people in front." Another swordsman responded leisurely.

As an old buddy, he actually knew very well what choice Lyon would make.

Compared to the so-called reputation of a knight, Lyon always pays more attention to people themselves.

Otherwise, how could he follow behind him knowing that there was a problem with Lyon's identity?

Unlike Milian, who is still curious, he never thought that Lyon would rush inside.

"They are coming over." Milian, who was reminded, frowned, "It seems to be a group of children, no, not yet adults or just adults."

"Is that, the 'Blade of the Fierce Tiger' adventure group from Baron Gzall's territory?"

A boy walked out of the crowd, staring at the flag behind Lyon and asked a well-known question.

"Yes, I am Captain Lyon, who are you?" Lyon asked with a serious face.

"I am Charles Toller, maybe you know my second sister Cheska?" The boy showed a wry smile, "We were invited by young master Kyle to attend his birthday party.

But, just now… young master Kyle was taken to the Earl's side, so we… don't know what to do.

There are still enemies outside, and our strength does not allow us to go home by ourselves, so we have been staying on the training ground.

I don't know, if it counts as good luck.

At least, now, we can let us save our fathers."

His words made several young children behind him sob, presumably some of their parents were guarding on the city wall.

"You, just follow us!" Lyon took these children into his protective circle without hesitation, "It just so happens that you can help us dig through the ruins."

Yuri frowned, but also agreed… people with big problems will not follow this group of children.

They don't care about small problems either.

But it's still quite useful.

After all, the worst of this group of children are mid-level attendants, and they still have enough strength.

"Um…" Finally, he just lightly informed Charles, "Charles, your parents…"

"I already know." Charles Toller replied calmly, "Aunt Pat asked someone to notify me and asked me if I wanted to leave with them.

But, I don't want to.

If Mrs. Yagris has no objections, I plan to take my sister Valera to Baron Lorry's place.

It's better for brothers and sisters to be together."

These words made everyone silent… looking back, Charles, the ruins behind you are probably the result of brothers staying together for too long.

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"The puppy's combat power is still so, hiss, powerful and useless." Horn, standing behind the ruins, put his hand on his brow and looked into the castle.

Having been prepared long ago, they would naturally not be affected.

Even though Pat kept causing him trouble, she still followed him out of the densely built area.

"There, I, no, even Yagris doesn't know." Pat looked at the area on the left side of the center of the castle with a pale face, the exposed, undamaged circular defensive hut.