Atlas Double Star Book

The news was ahead of the knights, and people had already started talking about the gift that "Star of the Oasis" Trand Muawia was about to present to the Queen: two bloody heads.One is the notorious "Heart Eater" Atigo, who used to be the leader of the Tatar tribe in the south of the Great Ice Sheet. Before this man appeared, the barbarians had always been submissive.And three years ago, Artigo suddenly appeared like a flame, leading a group of Tatar warriors to infiltrate the northern defense line, and killed the former head of the Seventh Knights in his sleep.For the past three years, Atigo the "Heart Eater" has been hiding in Tibet, provoking large and small attacks from time to time, and trying to use monsters to counterattack.Now his head is in a box.

The children passed on to each other that the second head that the Oasis Star took out was a surprisingly large white tiger head, which was the monster that Artigo the "Heart Eater" was riding.

As we all know, monsters do not have any intelligence, let alone be tamed, they only have the instinct of killing.However, the strange thing is that most of the warriors of Artigo use monsters as mounts, which greatly increases the combat power of these barbarians who did not dare to appear in front of Sibyl's iron cavalry. This "Artigo Rebellion" continued It has not been completely suppressed for three years.During this period, the head of the Seventh Knights changed three times in a row, and the Queen was furious.Until a year ago, the young commander of thousands of cavalry, Trand Muawia, took the initiative to ask His Majesty for orders.

"Did you know that the half-Sybyl cut off the tail of the white tiger with his own hands!"

The boys run through the streets, competing with each other over who knows more details.

"He cut off the monster's head with a big sword, and Atigo, who was as strong as a bear, jumped off the monster's corpse!"

"The chief of the barbarians - the heart eater with human blood on his mouth."

"Eyes are red like blood."

"Huh, wielding a huge stone axe, that axe is used to chopping people. I heard that Atigo was forced to the edge of the cliff at that time!"

"Has the Heart Eater proposed a duel?"

"That's right, because the other Tatars had already discarded their armor and armor, he couldn't escape so he challenged the head of the Knights. Don't believe me, other people's news will not be more accurate than mine. The heart eater said If the duel is lost, the knights can bring his head back."

"horrible!"

"And then the half-Sybyl..."

Circles of boys on street corners argue with each other.The passing scholars still declined, while the knight and the duke tried their best to persuade him to attend the celebration banquet.A long caravan passed by, and the boys were scattered like birds.

Horseshoes stepped on the grooves of the stone slabs, Furvos mercenaries with spears on their backs guarded the caravan, and Tuttans who were good at business inquired about the good news in the north, added fuel to the rumors, and mixed inferior tobacco leaves and Vanilla tea is sold to the old women in the tavern.

"Then the lion tamer draws his sword. He usually uses two heavy swords. He can carry iron things that others need to hold with both hands." The old woman skillfully rolled up the tobacco leaves and sucked them with relish.She twisted a handful of pepper and pretended to buy it.

The peppercorns are falling again, and the hot soup pot is preparing cod soup with dates for 15 people.The court cook tasted it, admiring it while arguing with the merchant about something else: "The lion tamer dropped a sword in this duel, the savage cut off a piece of his shoulder, and he chopped off the savage The head of a human head. I heard that the fluffy thing moved for a while when it fell, and its tongue dangled on the snow."

"Trander grabbed his hair and lifted his head up, spitting on the devil's face." The young maid walked to the hall with the prepared thick soup, and whispered to her companions: "They all said that His Majesty would like this gift , but how can a human head be considered a gift? It's terrible."

"It's terrible..." The countess licked the edge of the silver spoon, satisfied with the taste of the cod, she raised her head and asked the knight commander at the opposite table: "Sir Muawia, they said you drank the heart-eater His blood, is there such a thing?"

The lion tamer, Trande Muawia, finished his meal by putting down his spoon, and he tasted that the pepper must have come from Yashul, where he had been born.

"It's true." He smiled. "I'm also a Sibyl after all."

No you are not.He knew that's what the Silent Ones thought, and they'd say he was drinking dirty water, they'd say Trand always did, drinking blood without fuss, hungry like a beast.Only blood that is pure enough can be called "golden fruit" and worthy of Sybil's lips.Trander loathed this, and the reservedness of nobles meant nothing to him.The blood of the enemy, the blood of the irrelevant, and the blood of the flatterer, he will not refuse.

After all we are Sybyls, the desire to drink when we are thirsty.Since violence exists in the world, it demands our possession.However, blood is the morality that human beings have entrusted to us.Someone sang a wine song like this, raised his glass and said:

"Drink!"

Wine was drunk from the beginning of the dinner to the end.After less than half an hour of rest, when the "symposium" began after dark, liquids of various colors flowed into the silver cup again, and then flowed along the darkness of the throat to drunkenness.

The alcoholic Sibyl always held such symposiums under various guises.Dinner parties are generally private, and each seat has a fixed host, and after the dinner party, all invitees can come, and people drink all night long.The island nation of Omega also has a similar custom, but at the symposium of Omega, the music and banquets will not stop all night long, and the hymn of the inspiration will be recorded as soon as it is sung.The Sibyls are very straightforward, and hold parties simply because they like to drink.In fact, it’s not just about being greedy for alcohol. In the final analysis, what the Sibyls are keen on is the act of “drinking” itself.

Neil drank the stuffed wine one after another until his fingers trembled.He stayed alone in the farthest corner of the banquet, avoiding all chatterers, avoiding all things that need to be described with the brushstrokes of a masterpiece, and staying away from those glorious faces.

"Hey, Little Cheese!" The visitor slapped him on the back violently, and the unhealed wound made him cough.Neil stared back at the shabby guy, it turned out to be Trande Muawia, his knight commander, and his best friend.

"Haha, I forgot that your injury hasn't healed yet... Mine is already fully healed. This is the convenience of the Sibyls. Look."

"Don't lift your clothes in public, bastard!" Neil, who was in a hurry, quickly held down Trander, who laughed heartily, and the ladies beside him whispered.Trander didn't like to wear armor, even when he was summoned by the Crown Prince Regent.

"Why does he still look bitter and bitter? Did our little virgin fail in his confession? Besides, you still have to worry about love affairs? That mage must not know how many noble girls are waiting to propose to you. "Trander put on a researching look, and looked Neil left and right.

"……It does not matter."

"Why is it not important? If you died in battle as a virgin, how can I explain to Egg? You are his only apprentice. Next time they call you to go to those places to play, you can go, and let them pick some work for you. How can a virgin be a true knight? Only magicians and priests need virginity."

Neil didn't want to talk to this guy anymore.Trande Muawia is known for his flirtatious style of fooling around, and when asked about his interests, he also straight up admits that his favorite things are eating, fighting and making//love.

As if sensing Neil's thoughts, Trander suddenly became serious: "Do you think I'm joking? Listen up, Neil Bernhard, I'll kick you out of the Knights if you don't lose your virginity within three months; I will be fired even if I shoot when I am in love; I will be fired if I write some sour love poems after a failed relationship; I will be fired if I don’t share the snacks I made; Rub the temples.

The two were chatting with their minds empty, when Trander's tone suddenly turned cold, and as soon as Neil looked up, he saw a knight with a height of more than two meters walking towards them.It was the Earl Larmont Hugh Prasrier who was called the "Magic Banner", the head of the Third Knights, the bastard who insulted them on the city wall today.Although the man was tall, he was as thin as a pole. He walked unsteadily, and his well-maintained light brown curly hair always drifted with his gait, so he got the nickname of the magic flag.Neil stared at the magic flag warily.This bastard not only tried to shut them out of the city gate today, but even tried to make his subordinates attack Trand.

Unexpectedly, Banner smiled eagerly and opened his arms, and Trand laughed too.The two embraced like long-lost friends, rubbing their cheeks lightly.Seeing Neil get goosebumps all over his back.

Neil was still waiting to see what the guy had to say about the gate.In the end they didn't mention the matter at all, but chatted rather eagerly about the war in the North.The Magic Banner and Trande are both the captain of the Royal Knights and the Commander of Thousand Riders. Why does Trande, who is from a lower family background, have to be tolerant?It looked like a lion paying tribute to a long-legged spider, which was unreasonable... Neil was already in a bad mood and drank a lot of alcohol, and it was not a good time to leave the scene, so he had to listen patiently to the two chatting and laughing.

The magic flag suddenly said to Trand: "I heard that Sir Muawia is very fond of that monster's head. It is indeed a beautiful white tiger, and it is a good material for a specimen."

"That's right, but I love all the heads I cut off with my own hands." Trander smiled meaningfully.

"Hey! Coincidentally, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also likes that tiger head very much."

"His Royal Highness has gotten too many heads he likes."

"Sir Muawia, your expression at the moment is like that of a boy who refuses to sell his toys. Why are you so serious, but there is only one missing specimen hanging on the fireplace."

"What you are asking for is the spoils that His Majesty promised me," Trander smiled coldly, "Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince loves hunting, I will definitely dedicate the largest stag head to His Highness at the next hunting feast... …but unfortunately, at this moment, I am the little boy who does not want to give up the spoils."

As for how much Trander liked the head of the white tiger, Neil knew very well.On the way home, that guy would open the box from time to time, stroke the white tiger's down with a look of intoxication, and named the thing "Little Snowball".Neil was well aware of Trand's temper, and he had to hold tightly to what he liked. Who could snatch meat from a lion's mouth?What's more, they all hate the magic flag. This man has no ability to hold a sword at all. He just stalks at the prince's feet every day to beg for food.So Neil couldn't help but said: "A real Sybil knight will never steal someone's battle exploits, you will get what your own sword gives you."

The magic flag glanced at the young man who interrupted: "Sir Muawia, your mongrel knight order is so distinctive, does a servant have the guts to interrupt?"

Trander raised his chin and smiled: "I'm really sorry, I didn't train well. This silly boy is too stupid and can only tell the truth. I often worry about him. You see, this stupid look, 24 years old and still I haven't touched a girl before, so I have to find him one tonight, as an officer, these are all things that should be done, right?"

Neal was upset.

Demon Banner shrugged his shoulders: "Hmph, the people of the Ice Plains believe that the strength of warriors will be kept in the head. I don't know what's in your head? I'm afraid it's a woman except for a woman. To figure this out, I don't think you need to wait too long."

"A piece of advice to you, Master Magic Banner: Generally speaking, a guy who is interested in other people's heads will end up happily staying side by side with his favorite heads."

"Being the other half of the bastard really brings you a lot of innocent fantasy." The magic flag quickly looked at Neil again, and before leaving, he said: "It's interesting, the golden retriever has a better future than the owner , at least pure-bred, and your father Hein Prospero was a good dog."

These words made Neil almost draw his sword, and Trand slapped him on the shoulder, causing his old injury to flare up.

"Is there something wrong with you? Children are not polite, don't you know that adults should not interrupt when they are talking?" the knight commander scolded.

Neil couldn't argue, so he turned his back and went to drink in silence.

Trande sighed. Ever since the Duke brought Neil to him for the first time, he had seen that the boy was very talented in fighting. Moreover, his swordsmanship was learned from Ego. Fast and ruthless as a snake.But the innocent nature of a young man is not suitable for being a knight.It was difficult for Neil to adapt to the climate of the palace...but that was okay, Trander was not worried.Because he is the knight commander, the one who plays games with many shadows on the round table.As long as he is there, his subordinates will never be fooled in the chess game.

"Okay, okay," Trander could only turn to Neil, coaxing him in a friendly voice, "Here, take this to Egg, and remember not to speak ill of me. Try again for me, see Is your master in a good mood... By the way, tell Jin Xiong to remember to bring back my little tiger. I presented both heads when I had an audience with His Royal Highness, and they were placed in the dungeon of the outer castle."

Trand took out a little leopard carved from birch wood.In his spare time during the war, Trander was always keen on carving such gadgets, and carefully painted them with wild grass pulp.Most of the regiment had received wooden animals carved by the Knight Commander.Neil was hoping for a wooden cat, but Trand carved him a phallic squid.

"Can I beat you up now?" Neil caught the small wooden sculpture and scratched Trent's neck.

"Just don't use spells, you can set off fireworks for me."

The two laughed.