victory

He forcibly restrained his urge to run back to find the young man, and ran home in one breath.

The lavender field, the cattle and sheep pen, and his small one-acre field are all the same as before, no difference.

he should do something...

correct!How about expanding the land a little bit!He now has the strength to look after more vegetables!And...he knows that there are some sweet grapes in the mountains, he can graft one over, so that if the dragon comes over in the future, he can let him taste it!

I don't know if the young man had eaten these things before, but he laughed when he thought of Longsheng eating sweet potatoes.

Then he froze.

He slowly moved to the sheepfold, looked at his sheep, a white bunch, grazing carefree, and a voice in his heart let out a long sigh.

He simply stopped struggling, and simply walked towards the field full of lavender, rolled in it a few times in a fit of anger, his body smelled of dirt and pollen.

He lay in the lavender field and looked at the sky, recalling the scene when he raised the weapon in his hand and severely chopped off the enemy's head.

His brothers, shoulder to shoulder with him, back to back, shed blood on the battlefield, because of the cold attitude of the people of the small town, it has become much more blurred.

Joseph still had the hot and passionate glory of the soldiers in his heart, but his eyes were as dazed and out of focus like a lost child.

Since he joined the legion with other equally righteous warriors, the glory of warriors has been engraved in their bones.

The Legion taught them to slay dragons because they were evil beings, and to protect humans because they were innocent and good.

So he never fears, because he firmly believes in his mission, every war is just.

His companions also died for it.

But what if dragons aren't evil?What if...human beings...are not as innocent and kind as imagined?

Where should the hot warrior glory in his heart be placed?

After all... the dragon he knew was a gentle, vegetarian monster...

It even didn't take the initiative to slaughter any human beings on the battlefield. It just struggled sadly when it couldn't stand the sharp blade.

Thinking of this, Joseph actually felt sad for the dragon...

It is the most innocent and kindest. Although it has been harmed by human swords for no reason, it has never taken revenge on the human beings who took the initiative to hold him maliciously. As the only giant dragon in the world, it is not understood by people. , How lonely, how lonely life should be.

龙…

Hey... dragon...

He felt emotionally languid, but pulled himself together and took care of his fields and animals.

He even actually divided a branch of grapes, planted them in the yard, and erected vines so that it could grow and grow.

He had found so many things for himself to do, but he still missed dragons.

Joseph leaned against the grape trellis, and suddenly he had a bold idea.

He wanted to make peace with the dragon, but...he didn't want to beg for peace empty-handed.

He wanted to... give the dragon a taste of the rum he always drank when he returned from battle.

Once you drink that wine, you will forget all your troubles.

Because the dragon has been so sad...he really wants to see...

But it is not easy to go to the small town to buy rum. Since he moved to the mountains, he no longer needs human coins, so he doesn't have any savings that can be used to buy wine.

Then, I can only be troublesome, first sell some of the fruits and vegetables in my field in exchange for coins, and then buy a jar of rum with a strong wine aroma.

He did what he said, sorry that he couldn't keep the radishes that Long loved to eat, packed up the big and beautiful ones in the field, and dug up several pieces of potatoes before going down the mountain.

Of course he remembered the route down the mountain. Although he hadn't stepped on it once in the past ten years, when he stood on the top of the mountain, he had imagined that one day, he would be able to step on this road that is now covered by weeds again. The path was invisible, so he didn't get lost, and it didn't take him long to reach the foot of the mountain.

He covered his face tightly with a cloth, completely unable to see his original appearance.

Because he also understood that if his face was revealed, it would cause a great uproar in the town.

He, who has been called "Joseph of the Terrible" for ten years, has grown his broken left foot, and his limp back can stand upright. If this is known, the consequences will be terrible.

With sweaty palms, he clutched his satchel containing radishes and potatoes.

The town was extremely lively, even busier than before he went up the mountain.

Among the people coming and going in the small town, it seems that many of them are from other places, so he did not attract people's attention by covering his head and face.

Ten years have passed, and the changes here are so great that Joseph can hardly find his way to the square market.

But fortunately, following the smell of rich rum, he stepped on the strange and wide continent, and when he squeezed through the bustling crowd, he still reached his destination.

The location of the tavern has not changed, still leaning against the square.

He was not in a hurry to go to the market, but spent a little time looking for the hut left to him by his parents. That hut was also near the square, but he didn't know if it had been demolished.

To his surprise, the hut was not demolished, and instead of not being demolished, it was even better repaired.

There were two powerful townspeople standing at the door of the hut. Joseph got closer and was stopped.

"Sorry, I just wanted to meet an old friend."

"Old man?" The two looked at each other strangely, and then let out deafening laughter.

His face covered in layers of cloth was hot from laughing, but he still stood and didn't budge.

So the two stopped laughing, and looked at him with disgust, "Are you this old friend? The one here, his relatives and friends died long ago at the end of the age of the brave. What kind of old friend are you?"

Joseph opened his eyes wide, "The one who lives here?..."

One of the strong men lifted up a book he had been holding in his hand, and shook it in front of Joseph, "Don't tell me you don't know it."

He stared at the cover of the book for a while, and the three big characters of "New Year" made his face very stiff.

"Here, Joseph, the warrior who slaughtered the evil dragon! Aren't you his old friend?" After the man said sarcastically, he complained to the person next to him, "Really, what are you talking about these people? Do you think Master Joseph is so nice? This nonsense story is not a joke..."