Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Milin, who said he would give it a try, prepared a leather collar the next day and ordered it from Holo.

Not only did Holo not stop Milin's request, but she personally made a black collar for Milin.

According to Holo, the wolf gods who wear this collar will not be forced to obey orders.

But if there is any violation, you will be tortured including but not limited to itching, stinging, suffocation, etc.

Among the Wolf God Clan, this thing is usually used by parents to teach their children. Milin, who asked for the custody of Lapland from Holo, would have no problem using this.

"I understand, it's Sun Monkey's tight collar." Milin said with a clear look after listening to the instructions and precautions for using this collar.

"Is the Dragon King talking about the Monkey King of Cathay?" Holo seemed to be very curious about the identity of the monkey mentioned by Milin.

"...It should be considered that." Milin thought for a while and said.

However, Milin immediately realized that Holo's tone did not seem to be talking about a character in a story, and asked with a slight thump in his heart:

"Do you know the Monkey King?"

"We have only heard about it. I heard that it was beaten badly by the Dragon Emperor of Cathay." Holo said with a smile, completely unaware that the meaning revealed in his words made Milin feel a little confused.

"Um..." Milin, who was silent for at least half a minute, said, "Did the Dragon Emperor do it himself?"

"We're not sure, after all, the empire is too far away from Cathay." Holo said that she also heard about it.

"That's it... at least it's not too dangerous." Milin suddenly regretted that he had just come to this world to fish and watch the sea for half a year.

What about medieval horse and slash? Why did the whole war suddenly break out? Well, Total War is also quite horse and slash.

Milin always had a feeling that after coming into contact with Auschwitz and Erland, the temple guards and apprentices, the whole world changed.

"Master Dragon King, is there anything wrong with what we said?" Holo said with a smile.

"..." Milin glanced at Holo, who had always called him the title Dragon King, which is easy to misunderstand, and asked in a strange tone:

"Xian Lang, you keep calling me Mr. Dragon King, don't you think I am the Dragon Emperor's heir?"

"Isn't it? And we haven't heard anyone mention the title Wise Wolf in many years." Holo said with a smile.

Seeing that Holo was more concerned about the title of Wise Wolf than the so-called whether Milin was a descendant of the Dragon Emperor, Milin suddenly remembered that Lapland had always called Holo the wolf god.

"Speaking of which, Xianlang, do you have any other names?" Milin was somewhat expecting Holo to answer no.

However, before Holo could answer, Mirin realized that his expectations had been disappointed.

"Yes, when we were still the Wolf King, the children also called us by the name Yurik." Holo looked at Milin's face that was no longer stiff and continued:

"Looking at you, Mr. Dragon King, you should already know this name."

"I have admired my name for a long time..." Milin didn't know what else to say, but it was right to be polite first.

"But this name has been abandoned by us a long time ago." Holo said with a smile.

"Why? Oh, I'm sorry." As soon as he asked, Milin realized that his question was a little abrupt.

"There is no need to apologize. For a god, giving up his name means giving up everything that belongs to him. We have long since stopped wanting to be the wolf god."

As Holo spoke, she moved her gaze towards Lapland, who was running far away to avoid the collar, and sighed softly:

"This kid is the only one who keeps calling me Wolf God."

The result of this conversation was that when Ella prepared lunch and brought it into the carriage, she only saw Milin sitting at a low table like a sculpture, and the table was covered with papyrus for writing.

The carriage was littered with waste paper that had been crumpled into a circle.

Looking at this amount, the papyrus wasted by Milin, converted into dinars in this world, is almost the profit from selling honey and candles... Of course, it is calculated according to the cost of the local beekeeper.

"What happened?" Ella, who found that there was no room on the dinner plate, simply held the dinner plate in her hand and asked.

"e..." Milin, who was trying to figure out his thoughts, took his eyes away from the papyrus and looked at Ella, who was already very self-conscious as a cook, and said:

"I'm thinking about the feasibility of summoning ship girls."

"Really? Then Beizhai and the others will be very happy, and I will be able to relax a lot." Ella sighed as she spoke.

Ella, who also found herself inexplicably transformed into Milin's exclusive rice cook, now misses the two ship girls Ninghai and Pinghai very much.

If they were here, they wouldn't have to worry about Milin's daily diet.

Moreover, if Milin wants to change his taste, those ship girls from different countries will basically be able to cook local dishes, as long as the British ships are not allowed to cook.

"Wait a minute, Admiral, can you summon them now?" Ella suddenly asked, immersed in her reverie about the future.

"However, it cannot be..." Milin replied.

"..." Ella, who felt that Milin was cruelly tearing her away from her vision of a better future, had the urge to throw her lunch out and feed it to Lapland.

Ever since he learned that Milin got a collar from Holo, Lapland had tried to avoid Milin as much as possible.

Therefore, feeding must be thrown away.

After taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Ella asked:

"Admiral, why do you suddenly want to summon them?"

"Do you believe me when I say I miss them?" Milin said.

"I don't believe it, but if Admiral you say you miss those thick pipes on their bodies, I will believe it." Ella said without mercy.

"Well, I just miss the thick tubes on their bodies." Milin directly followed Ella's words.

"What's wrong? Are there any dangerous enemies in the imperial capital?" Seeing Milin's expression of not wanting to be joking, Ella asked, who immediately realized why Milin wanted to summon those ship girls.

"No, at least not for the time being." Milin shook his head and nodded: "This world is in danger."

"This world?" Ella was a little surprised by Milin's statement.

"This world may be much deeper than I thought." Milin said.

"Is it so deep that we need to summon all the ship girls here?" Ella still felt that summoning the ship girls here was a bit of a fuss. Of course, Ella's thinking definitely did not mean that she could not afford to summon her.

"Well, maybe it's not enough." Milin couldn't help but remember that when he first summoned Ella, because he heard the other party talking about the Jesus of the ship girl world, he mentally compared the combat capabilities of the ship girl and the Primarch. .

Is this what is called thinking about things day by day and dreaming about them at night? Although the medieval warhammer is not as exaggerated as the space version of warhammer, it is not a good place either.

Having said that, if this world is really a medieval warhammer, then why haven't I encountered anything strange in the six months since I traveled through it?

Is it the novice protection period?

"Admiral, do you still want to have lunch?" Ella glanced at the lunch on the tray in her hand with some pity. Seeing that Milin was so confused now, he probably couldn't eat.

It can only be said that Ella is becoming more and more self-conscious about being a cook.

"Of course, the best thing in the world is to eat. Are there any snacks for afternoon tea?" Milin immediately put aside the question of whether it was the novice protection period and tidied the table in front of him.

"Yes..." Seeing Milin like this, Ella felt that her worries were in vain.