The Mighty Dragons Are Dead - Chapter 365

Chapter 365: Chapter 0362: Wishing the Great Lord Triumphant Return (Third update, additional chapter for 120,000 recommendation votes)

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The time before dawn is the darkest moment of the day.

Yet Fresh Flower Town was ablaze with light.

Torches clustered and blazed, and the crystal lamps in the castle shone brilliantly, casting a particularly lively atmosphere.

“Thomas, quicken your pace, the lord has already started washing. The ironed undershirt needs to be delivered to the lord by four o’clock.”

“Has Douson been fed? Tom, don’t forget the lord’s order, give Douson a bath and comb its fur.”

“Mrs. Morson, have the maids sifted the powdered milk? We need to pack it up promptly and load it onto the carriage,”

“Barton, hurry up and feed all the horses for the expedition. Don’t delay the troop’s departure time at dawn.”

Butler Carter was constantly walking back and forth between the castle and the apple orchard, directing the castle’s servants into action, serving the troops about to set off on an expedition.

When Liszt, having washed up, entered the dining room, Marcus, Paris, and others had already arrived, waiting at their seats for breakfast.

Taking the head seat, a manservant immediately laid down the napkin.

He greeted everyone with a smile, “Good morning to all.”

“Good morning, Lord!”

The breakfast was exceptionally lavish, with an array of dishes glistening under the crystal lamp and candlelight, comparable to a festival banquet, even including a good amount of magical beast meat.

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Cutting a piece of steak and sipping a cup of milk tea, Liszt then said, “This is our last meal in the castle. From now on, I need everyone to quickly enter a state of war readiness. The journey to Iron Hoof Island from Coral Island is four days, eight days for a round trip, plus the time for landing and combat. We won’t be able to return for at least half a month. Is everyone prepared?”

“Lord, we are always eager to rush to the battlefield. The mission of a knight is to live for battle!” Marcus was in an exuberant state for the past few days.

He had participated in wars. As an Elite Earth Knight, he had a few experiences with Pioneer Mandates, but he had not made any significant achievements. Yet he was a commoner with an immense fascination for nobility, almost dreaming of earning wartime accolades and ascending to nobility. Now, the opportunity lay before him.

“I always yearn to return to the battlefield and prove myself!” Charles Trap said, his eyes aflame with passion. “I am no longer young; these next years are my last opportunity!”

Liszt’s classmate, Rick Trace, remarked, “Though this will be my first time on the battlefield, since childhood, my only goal in life has been war!”

Griffin Haystack grinned widely, “Lo—Lord, Griffin has al—always wanted to go to the battlefield to ch—chop people!”

The recently recruited David Big Yellow Tooth was stern-faced, “I never thought I’d have such a fortunate opportunity. Fresh Flower Town really is a place favored by knightly glory. I will definitely fight for the lord’s honor!”

Following Marcus, the other knights also began to declare their fervor.

Only Paris was busy eating and drinking, showing no particular reaction; she was neither a knight nor chased after nobility.

Hearing his followers’ lofty ambitions, Liszt’s own blood began to boil. He hastily finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth, and stood up.

Those who had finished and those who hadn’t all put down their cutlery and stood up following him.

Liszt looked around, wanting to say something to boost morale, but after thinking it over, he felt it was all too cliché. Having spent time at Tulip Castle, where he watched the earl strut and had to flatter him, he well understood that such scenes were too frequent and had lost their ability to inspire.

Moreover, there was no need for further encouragement; the knights were already sufficiently motivated.

So, he simply said in a deep voice, “To war!”

Then he turned and left the dining room, took the Crimson Blood Sword passed by a manservant, and strode out of the castle. Outside, the sky was still pitch-black, and torches lined both sides of Douson Avenue, illuminating the way forward.

Retainer Knights led the Li Dragon Horse forward, and he swiftly mounted.

The other knights, along with Paris, promptly followed suit, mounting their horses. Along with two supply wagons and the following Douson, the party set for departure was now complete.

Town officials and castle servants stood on both sides of Douson Avenue, saluting with fixed gazes. More residents of the town had also risen early, waiting along the main road, regarding the gallant Knight Squad clad in fine steel armor with eyes full of admiration and reverence. There was no clamor, yet the atmosphere was already fervent.

Liszt said no pleasantries.

He lightly kicked the Li Dragon Horse’s belly, leading the squad forward at a slow pace.

Behind him, Goltai called out loudly, “May the glory of the knights watch over you, may Lord Landlord return in triumph!”

The others quickly joined in, “May the glory of the knights watch over you, may Lord Landlord return in triumph.”

Their shouts gradually merged into a wave louder than the last.

Filling the entirety of Fresh Flower Town.

“May the glory of the knights watch over you, may Lord Landlord return in triumph!”

The silver knights, amidst the resounding cries, rode faster on their steeds and soon disappeared at the end of the dew-covered road.

The shouting crowd didn’t disperse until the knights were no longer in sight, and then, at the scolding of town officials, they scattered. Those who were supposed to continue sleeping went to sleep, and those who had work to prepare for continued with their preparations. Although the landlord and knights had departed, the officials had not, and the serfs who were meant to work still had to work.

Quickly.

The once lively castle slowly regained its tranquility, only the dimly lit crystal lamps still piercing through the veil of darkness before dawn.

Butler Carter stood on the now quiet Douson Avenue, gazing at the dark road, unable to turn away for a long time.

Mrs. Morson approached, “Mr. Carter, breakfast is ready, and everyone is waiting for you.”

“Hmm, alright.”

“Are you feeling nervous?”

“No, I am anticipating,” Carter replied with a smile, “Although I am not a knight, our master’s strength does not require us to worry about him, and there is Douson, a magical beast filled with wonders… Mrs. Morson I’ve seen too much knightly glory in Fresh Flower Town; some people are born nobles.”

Mrs. Morson nodded, “The master certainly is one.”

“You know I didn’t work in Tulip Castle before, I seldom saw the master until the Earl appointed me to serve as the master’s butler. When I tasted the first glass of wine with the master in his study, I knew he was a noble of the highest birth.”

Carter reminisced about when he first came to Fresh Flower Town, back then he had to calculate every day whether the castle had enough food.

And then Liszt assured him that everything would improve.

His tone held no discouragement, no dejection, no impatience, as calm as if there was nothing to worry about—indeed it was so, as thereafter, Fresh Flower Town saw rapid development and never again fretted over food.

On the contrary.

Carter found himself more preoccupied with figuring out daily how to vary the menu to satisfy the master’s palate, for the castle’s recipes were too varied, almost bafflingly so.

“Let us send our blessings to the master and his followers,” Carter said as he sat down.

The servants, who were seated around the table, instantly straightened up, and following Mr. Carter’s lead, they clasped their hands over their chests and pronounced the blessing loudly, “May the glory of the knights watch over you, may Lord Landlord return in triumph.”