Chapter 1116 New Legion

When the lance stabbed out of his hand, Imrick felt a little familiar. A long time ago, he was just like the silver-helmeted knight who charged head-on, with only the desire to win the battle in his heart...

And the dragon.

The fleeting confrontation made the opponent fall easily. It turned out that fighting with His Majesty the Phoenix King was not painful, because it was resolved in an instant. For the time being, no one has been seen who can go to the second round in the lance competition.

The loser did not lose heart. With a painful chest, he loudly declared to His Majesty who had arrived at the edge of the venue: "Jones, son of Owen, pays respect to you, Your Majesty the Holy One!"

Unconsciously, after a morning of dozens of participants shouting together, it has become an unspoken rule for the loser to pay respect to the Phoenix King. Perhaps one day, if he wants to gain the loyalty of the Knight of Arion, the next Phoenix King must prove that he can beat the arrogant rider in lance.

Imrick, who no longer wants to give feedback, turned his back to the knight and rested his palm on his shoulder, which was considered a response to this respect.

Jones did not feel ashamed. His Majesty had fought with more than 30 people in one morning. It was his honor to respond. He could not ask for too much.

Cosir took the lance handed over by Imrick, and when he changed his hand, he asked: "Your Majesty, it is almost afternoon. Do you want to eat?"

Given Imrick's strange body structure, not eating for a month is not a big deal. He can maintain his vital signs by breathing the magical wind in the air of Ossuan.

But eating is a major event in life, especially after a thrilling battle, it cannot be absent.

"Well, let's get ready."

According to convention, the Phoenix King's meal will be set up in a long banquet street, with silk covers as tents, and tribute wine as embellishment. All kinds of rare and precious food are indispensable.

But there are always exceptions. Imrick's request is to invite all participants to a meal.

The chefs are very busy, because this is the order of the Phoenix King, and meat must be eaten. The mages are also busy. There are at least 50 participants. How to make a spacious enough table in a short time is a troublesome matter.

Only the Phoenix King was very happy, and he was still chatting with the Silver Helmet Knights at the competition venue.

Cumberland, who was the first to go on stage, raised his hand to express that he had an unwelcome request to the Phoenix King.

"Your Majesty, I have some humble opinions. I wonder if you can consider them for a moment."

"Tell me, I like people with ideas."

After pondering for a moment, Cumberland earnestly expressed his request: "Your Majesty, do you have the idea of ​​expanding the military sequence of the Phoenix King?"

According to the law, there are only two types of military sequences in the Phoenix King's Court. The first is the White Lion Guards as personal bodyguards, and the second is the five gates and two overseas fortresses.

Although Imrick is now in charge of Lothern, the actual leadership of the Sea Guard Militia is not in his hands. The only ones that can be regarded as stable control are Caledor, Dragon Gate, Dusk and Dawn Fortress.

The expansion over the years has increased the number of troops under the Phoenix King's Court, but most of them are in the form of guards, and it is difficult to be regarded as an army that can be easily mobilized.

Imrick nodded a few times, and was very interested in Cumberland's words.

"Explain your idea. I never mind having too many troops. It would be even better if we could cover the earth like a dragon."

The humorous joke made everyone laugh, and so did Cumberland. He expressed a relatively rudimentary idea.

"There is no need for me to explain too much about Arion's situation. Many people are interested in gaining reputation in the army...

I don't mean to disrespect Miss Anastasia, but what I mean is that I want to fight in your name and conquer in the name of the monarch of the Elven Empire.

We want to spontaneously organize a legion loyal to the Phoenix King. The military pay and equipment do not need to be provided by you..."

Imrick interrupted him and patted Cumberland on the shoulder.

"How can I let those who show loyalty bear too much burden? Your idea is very good, very good.

However, no matter how many people in Arion volunteer to join this legion, I will treat them according to the standards of the Tal Kaled Garrison.

If the finances of the Phoenix Court are not enough to support the expenses of the legion, I will bear it alone as the owner of Kaledo, and you will get a new flag, a flag given by me personally."

The treatment of the Tal Kaled Garrison... I am not afraid of laughing at it. I am afraid that the equipment of these middle-level nobles is not as good as that of the middle and lower-level officers of the garrison.

But the real important thing that Cumberland cares about is the flag. If a legion wants to show its fighting spirit, it is nothing more than a glorious flag.

If the Phoenix King gives it, it means that this is a divinely blessed army that will be unstoppable on the battlefield.

"Please allow me to pay my respects to you!"

The kneeling of the silver-helmeted knights made Imrick speechless. It was not about loyalty, but it was a waste of time to toss Gilgarion for a long time. It turned out that this old horse was so unpopular. If he had known that he could just turn around Arion twice, he could fool a bunch of knights to follow him.

"Cumberland..." Imrick cast his eyes on a knight who was kneeling on one knee, who was the last one to lose. He thought for a long time and couldn't remember his name.

"Jones, you two follow me first."

In a burst of shaking shoulders and snickering, Imrick turned his head and asked Cosir, did I say the wrong thing?

Cosir was meticulous and whispered: "Your Majesty, his name is Jones."

Hearing the explanation of the captain of the White Lion Guard, Jones raised his head and shouted: "Your Majesty, I can be called Jons."

The affectionate eyes seemed to be telling of endless loyalty, but it only made Imrick feel sick.

"No, you should still be called Jones. I think this name is good and has the style of a warrior."

Jones was so excited that he was ready to record his name in the family tree so that his descendants would be proud of it and continue it as a tradition.

The self-touched knights made Imrick speechless. In order to get rid of them temporarily and talk to Phyllis about his bravery, the Phoenix King summoned Kazhuoin and asked him to entertain on his behalf.

So the Silver Helmet Knight and the Captain of the White Lion Guard could still say a few words. When facing the Captain of the Phoenix Guard, they really didn't know what exquisite words that always tense mouth could spit out.

Especially after Kazhuoin quickly used sign language to explain that the Phoenix King had left for something, everyone immediately dispersed.

You guys who followed the Witch King to rebel, there will still be people who remember you. Don't think that you can escape the footsteps of memory by getting His Majesty's pardon.

Imrick looked up at the sky, asking the maid intentionally or unintentionally.

"How?"

People who grew up together naturally understood what this meant. Phyllis pretended to be confused, "What do you mean?"

Anastata gave a thumbs up, "The teacher is really great."

The two people whose interest was interrupted glanced at the ignorant little brat together. They were still turning their heads away and ignoring each other, but naturally walked together.

The petrified wild girl vaguely heard the teacher say,

"Throw her away, I think Bev is very cute, she should be raised as a granddaughter in the Phoenix King's Court..."

"Why can't we have one..." (End of this chapter)