After the holy sword is broken

The three of them didn't return to the camp until night.

"...These things, the frontline commanders have told you just now, when the time comes, there will be mages who will conduct spiritual links, so that the commanders can give orders and receive feedback. I have done it before, so it shouldn't be very unfamiliar, right? All in all, no need Tension, similar to the previous support, but the intensity may be a little higher...

"Hey, hey, the one in front, don't you need to do anything? Why are you stuck here? Do you know where this is?"

The crowd in front, hearing the commander's shout, immediately scattered like birds and beasts, revealing the young people surrounded by layers.

The young man was wearing a silver-white robe, the light blue silk thread outlined mysterious and complicated runes, and the whole robe gave off a faint radiance, as if it had been blessed by the double moon.

The long black hair was tied up, revealing that extremely handsome face.The azure blue eyes shone with subtle divine light, as if the moonlight had fallen on the sparkling lake.

When he looked up, Alger heard the sound of people around him breathing.

"Why are you here?" Alger frowned after being surprised.

"I'm here to fulfill the obligations of the Viscount of the Empire." Burgess said calmly, "Don't you need a blacksmith on the front line?"

Imperial Viscount?

Alger remembered that the other party seemed to have indeed mentioned that he was a lord.

The mage wearing a monocle leaned out from behind Burgess, spreading his hands helplessly.

The three executors looked at each other, stretched out their hands at the same time, and dragged him to a corner.

Alger: "Why is he here?"

Ragal: "Why is the Viscount of the Empire with you?"

Lizzie: "'The Favor of the Moon God'? Is he the legendary blacksmith Burgess?"

The monocle looked left and right, and didn't know which one to answer first, so he finally had to say: "The legendary blacksmith Burgess, who is temporarily in charge of my protection, has the title of Viscount. He submitted the application according to the wartime covenant. No one can stop him."

Ragal raised his eyebrows: "Hey, the royal family is actually willing to put him here, and save the money."

Monocle: "Where is the royal family willing to... He has been staying in the dock town before, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, and the royal family can't control it."

Alger frowned: "Why don't you persuade? Don't you know how dangerous this place is?"

"I can't persuade him. Moreover, he is not under the jurisdiction of the Poetry of Truth, and the situation is in line with the regulations of the wartime covenant. Even the chief priest can't control it."

The monocle raised his chin and gestured to the people outside who were bathing in the radiance: "Also, as he said, don't we need a blacksmith here?"

A legendary blacksmith can play a role in the battlefield, no less than an arsenal.

Under the premise of sufficient raw materials, in addition to being able to quickly manufacture standard weapons in batches through high-level alchemy arrays, some high-grade magic items can also be maintained and repaired in a timely manner.

He can even participate in fortifications, build magic fortresses, and strengthen the existing defense lines, which can save a lot of casualties on the front line.

A legendary blacksmith is a strategic wealth of an empire.

...shameful heartbeat.

The three executors exchanged a look.

Then Argel was pushed out by the other two.

Clear cough.

Before he could think about what to say, Burgess smiled and said, "You guys, have you discussed how to deal with me?"

Ragal squeezed forward with a smile: "How can I... Viscount Burgess, welcome to the gate of hell."

Lizzie whispered from the side: "Your words sound like a devil bewitching people's hearts."

Ragal's eyes didn't move, his smile didn't change, and he whispered back: "Then you come."

Thus, Lizzie, in Ragal's eyes of hell, pulled the non-existent skirt, and gracefully performed a courtesy to Burgess that belonged to a noble lady.

"Nice to meet you, the most outstanding young blacksmith in the empire, Your Excellency Burgess."

"I am also deeply honored to be able to meet the most outstanding and powerful puppet master today."

"You know each other?" Alger was very strange.

Lizzie knew Burgess, and could infer that the legendary blacksmith was famous.But Lizzy has been stationed at the Gate of Hell almost since she took over as the second executor, and the information transmission here is not fast. How did Burgess know about her?

"Constructs, puppetry, and forging are all branches of ancient alchemy that have been passed down to the present, so I have a little understanding of these inheritances."

so...

Finally, several people sat down.

Sitting by a fire dug out of the sand, with a boiler on it.

——After a busy day, of course I have to eat.

Cut the air-dried meat into cubes, put them in clean water, add diced potatoes and carrots, grab two handfuls of mushrooms to enhance freshness, pour in a bowl of peeled beans, sprinkle some vegetable leaves, shake in some salt, let They are bubbling and cooking slowly.

Stir it with a long-handled spoon, and the meat and vegetables from the bottom are scooped up, and the rich meat aroma overflows with the rich water vapor.

There are many such fires, and one is lit every short distance on the open sandy ground.People gathered around the fire and sat on the ground.At a glance, the flames can't see the end.

The kitchen brought out baskets of rye bread, not even sliced, and let them break it by themselves.The bread is hot and soft, with the aroma of new wheat.

"No carrots," Burgess said.

Alger smiled, brought back the bowl that was in front of the other party, and picked the carrot cubes into his own bowl with a clean spoon.

"Is this okay?" He slowly handed it back: "It's a little hot, handle it carefully."

Burgess stretched out his hands and supported the bowl with the tip of ten fingers, still frowning from the heat.

Alger handed over a square scarf: "Use this as a cushion."

Burgess took it, raising his eyebrows.

"Why do you have this kind of thing?" Still a fan.

"It's used to wipe the sword, take it with you...don't worry, it's clean."

Use a folded square towel to insulate the heat, and it can barely be served.

Gently blow off the white mist, and there are tiny oily flakes floating on the surface of the soup. The color of the soup is clear, slightly brownish yellow, and the soup ingredients underneath are clearly visible.

Take a sip while it's hot, it's a fresh and salty taste, not too delicately seasoned, but it doesn't taste bad.

Alger filled his bowl with two spoonfuls of soup, put down the spoon, and continued the previous topic.

"Aren't you in retreat? Why are you here?"

"I encountered a little difficulty. Originally counting the time, you should have ended the confinement, and I wanted to find you to go to the Dwarf Empire, but I just heard about the front line when I arrived at the Poetry of Truth, so..."

Burgess tilted his head: "That's it."

"...You are quite decisive in making a decision." Alger commented.

"Alger was locked up? Why?" Lizzie noticed the bright spot.

"because……"

As soon as Burgess opened his mouth, he was interrupted by Alger: "It's nothing, a small matter."

The third executor of the poem of truth also wants face.

Burgess laughed lightly, his royal blue eyes were full of starlight, and his already handsome face was so dazzling that people around him looked at him frequently.

Alger decided to change the subject.

"Can you get used to it here?"

"Is there anything I'm not used to? I wasn't born in the king's city either. Don't you think dwarves are so particular?"

Burgess took a sip of the soup indifferently, put down the bowl, and reached for the rye bread in the basket.

The basket was a little far away from him, Alger took one for him and handed it over.

Ragal asked, "Have you registered? Are there any arrangements for responsibilities and accommodation?"

A tiny snail slowly crawled along Ragal's back, onto his shoulder, shaking its two tentacles, and spit out a bubble.

"I arrived in the morning, and I have already registered with the person in charge. Speaking of which, under the list of the royal family, why am I the only one in the column of nobles? Didn't they send reinforcements?"

Ragal spread his hands.

Burgess sighed: "Well, that's too much."

"Just get used to it." Ragal didn't struggle too much, and asked instead: "Have you been to the forging area, and do you still have a weapon arsenal?"

"I've seen the forging area, the arsenal needs to be open, and I can't get in.

"But please forgive me, the efficiency of the current forging area is too low. Although there are three great blacksmiths in charge, their abilities have not been brought into full play. Is it the lack of technology, or the lack of hardware and resources?"

Ragal waved his hand: "You can talk about this with someone in charge. Except for you, there is no one here who specializes in forging."

If you don't understand, you can't talk about it.

"Is the accommodation arranged?"

"No." Burgess said with a smile: "It is said that someone is sure that no nobles will come to support, so the rooms reserved for the royal family are all arranged."

Ragal: "..."

Lizzie was laughing out of breath, and while laughing, she patted Ragal on the shoulder.

Ragal coughed: "Then why don't you share a room with Alger."

Alger was stunned for a moment: "There is only one bed in my room."

"Is there any problem? Can't two people fit in such a big bed?"

The bedroom at the military level is really spacious.

The truth is this truth.

The bed fits well, and you shouldn't be too picky when you are on the battlefield. He is a man, and Burgess is also a man.

There is no problem.

But it's just... very uncomfortable...

He glanced at Burgess beside him, and the other party happened to be looking over. When their eyes met, they immediately moved away.The dancing flames reflected on his face, making him a little hot.

After finishing the affairs slowly, went to the water room to rinse, dried the wet silver hair, and did enough mental construction before Alger opened the door and entered the room.

It was dark inside, but fortunately Alger's dark vision was excellent, and he could see things normally in this environment.

He saw Burgess already lying on the back of the bed.

The young Legend leaned on the pillow, resting his head gently on his hands, his long black hair loosened, softening his handsome face a bit.The azure blue eyes reflected the shimmer in the dark room, like a finely cut section of a gemstone.

The light-colored nightgown was worn loosely, with a small piece of skin exposed at the neckline, with well-proportioned texture and smooth lines.

The faint blue light of the two moons shines through the window, intertwined with light and shadow, adding a bit of mystery, and a bit of lonely and melancholy temperament.

Alger stopped talking, and chuckled lightly: "Do you still bring your nightgown when you come to the front...why don't you light the lamp?"

"I was planning to bring the luggage to the Dwarf Empire, but I was traveling anyway, so I just took it with me when I came here."

After Burgess finished speaking, he found that the good atmosphere had been distorted, and quickly continued: "It's time to sleep, of course we don't turn on the lights."

With his back turned to him, Alger took off his coat, still wearing his middle coat.

He took off his boots, sat on the bed, passed Burgess, and drew the curtain beside the bed, and the room was suddenly plunged into total darkness.

"Then good night, may the goddess of the night and the lord of the two moons protect your dreams."

In the darkness, Burgess' face was filled with disbelief.

Unmoved...

For the first time in his life, he questioned his own face.

There was the sound of cloth rubbing beside him, and it was Alger who lay down and covered himself with the thin quilt that belonged to him.

Burgess supported his head until his wrists became sore, and then he resigned himself to his fate and lay down silently.He pulled up his quilt and covered it very high, only a pair of eyes were exposed, looking at the empty darkness in front of him, blinking and blinking.

Did the priest really say that he just sleeps when he sleeps, without even having a sleepover?So boring.

If there is no movement, you won't fall asleep, right?

Is there no psychological burden to lie with him?

Listening to the steady and slight breathing sound beside him, he could vaguely smell the smell that belonged to that person, and even feel a little bit of body temperature when he let go of his perception.

Burgess couldn't sleep, and didn't dare to turn over.

Very uncomfortable.

Want to do a little action.

Stretch out your right hand, carefully poke towards the other side, follow the temperature, and touch the person's hand.

Like a little hamster stealing oil, hook his little finger sneakily.

no response!

Burgess jumped for joy, but he heard the man chuckle.The fingers that had just been hooked were pulled away from his fingers, and the back of his hand became hot, and it was covered by the opponent's palm.

Alger put Burgess's hand back on his bed, and said with a smile: "Stop making trouble, go to sleep. There will be a training camp tomorrow morning. Although you don't have to participate, you will be woken up by the whistle. By then , I can’t sleep even if I want to sleep.”

Burgess's face was burning red. He waited for Alger to finish speaking, and it took a long time before he sighed slowly.

"Alger, when will you be able to like me..."

In the darkness, Alger opened his eyes, his silver-gray pupils were filled with darkness.He didn't answer, just looked at the void silently, and then closed his eyes again.

The author has something to say: Burgess' inner thoughts: Lean into his arms!

What Burgess actually did: Take one of his fingers.

Alger's reaction: Stop making trouble, go to sleep.

Burgess, what a legend.