Many stared blankly at the red figure that didn't belong to the same level as them. They were keenly aware that the other party's eyes seemed to carry a kind of shock. This strange feeling made many people very puzzled.
Looking at the graceful crimson robe and the elegant black dragon horns, many people were sure that they had never seen or heard of this beautiful red-haired woman before they came to this world or in the past six months of mercenary life in Karo City.
From the moment Elder Wendell announced the award ceremony and placed Royal Highness Carolina's name before the 12 elders, he knew that this mysterious dragon woman in front of him was a true powerhouse. Whether it was strength or status, she was above the 12 elders who represented the highest authority in the Elven Empire.
Many people didn't have a thorough understanding of the dragon race. Although they had become used to studying the continent's history in the library, they hadn't reached the realm of a great scholar who knew the past and present. Moreover, the traces of the dragon race in history were the most mysterious legends on the continent. Many people couldn't find too detailed introductions about the dragon race in public areas such as libraries. The truly valuable documents were basically basically stored in the magic towers of the archmages like treasures.
That was why many of them only felt respect for Princess Karolina, not a trace of fear, panic, or flattery. Besides, even if many of them knew who she was, they wouldn't try to curry favor with her. As a soldier, Karolina had her own pride and bottom line.
Carolina was a little absent-minded. She didn't know why she suddenly felt that this human in front of her, who was as small as an ant, would suddenly burst out with a kind of aura that was familiar to her.
Her slender fingers rubbed the space between her eyebrows. Feeling a little annoyed, Carolina got up and walked out of the hall. Since the announcement was over, there was no need to stay here anymore. She participated in today's meeting with the purpose of understanding the movements of the necromancers, but she didn't expect such an unexpected situation.
Maybe it's an illusion.
Carolina thought. Then, she walked gracefully and disappeared into the shadows of the corridor under the respectful gazes of the elders.
The elders were very satisfied with Mengmeng's attitude. After all, it was the first time in the history of the elves that they had awarded an honor to an outsider. Mengmeng's contribution was solid, and his excitement towards the honor made the elders who had opposed him feel very good.
After all, no one was a saint. Anything given out would only be considered complete if there was a satisfactory response.
The elders left one by one. Elder Wendell didn't say anything to Many. He just gave him an encouraging smile and told him the specific date of the ceremony.
Many of them were in a mess. Excited?
Some of the elders introduced the origin of the Guardian Medal and the privileges of the wearer, which made many people sigh with emotion at the generosity and generosity of the Elder Council.
Some of them felt a little lost when they saw Carolina's back.
However, the current mission was to prepare for the next matter. Now that things had come to this, there was nothing else that he needed help with regarding the Undead War, and it was time to leave Dashiell.
The mercenary's wandering life was always like this. Mission, rest, mission, rest, it was a continuous cycle. Many had the common psychological problem that most veterans had — they couldn't leave the war. It was not that they didn't want to leave, but when they were away from the smoke and gunfire, away from the crisis and possible threats at any time, they found that they were greeted by an unbearable peace.
When they dragged their tired bodies and tortured souls back to their hometown, away from the gunfire and smoke, they would panic to find that they could not return to an easy life. Their strong vigilance began to torture their nerves like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and their temper became more and more irritable. It was as if the easy life that they looked forward to every day on the battlefield had suddenly made them lose the motivation to live, and the only thing that could rekindle their passion was battle, more battle.
They would rather die on the battlefield than die in a hospital bed.
This was the true portrayal of these veterans.
They looked forward to leaving the war every day, but found that they could not leave him.
Many was also one of these people, and the only difference was that he was still young.
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The ceremony was held on the third day.
At the center of Dasil City, the glory of the elves, the Dasil Ancient Arena.
The three elders of the Council of Elders solemnly conferred the honors according to the ancient ceremony. The grandeur of the ancient arena made many people sigh that a civilization that had existed for thousands of years naturally had something to be proud of.
The ceremony was long and dull, but it made people feel the heavy history of this ancient race.
Looking around, except for the elders who were conferring the honors, several army commanders, and the important ministers of the parliament, the rest of the audience was at least 300 meters away from them. It could be imagined how amazing the area of this huge and almost exaggerated arena was.
The ancient arena, which covered an area of nearly ten square kilometers, was now full of seats. Civilians, businessmen, officials, soldiers, mercenaries, and even the lowest service industry staff found seats that suited their status in the arena. It was full.
For the ceremony, the ancient arena as the venue represented the degree of importance it was valued by the elves. Especially when the residents of Dasil City learned that the protagonist was not an elf but a human mercenary, people put down their work and wanted to see the background of this guy who could make the Council of Elders mobilize so many people.
Touching the medal that was carefully buckled by Elder Wendell on the left chest, many people quickly adjusted their mood. Looking at the tens of thousands of people in the venue, many people realized how important their medal was at this moment.
The Guardian Medal, the medal of responsibility.
Many of them had always been friendly to the elves, including Norda who had helped them from the very beginning, Sylner who was a little silly, and Paul from the Tree Vine Bar. Today, many of them had finally experienced a feeling that was deeply rooted in their souls.
The medal was not big. It looked like a green leaf, but its shape was never seen by many. If one looked carefully, one could find that the veins of the leaf were flowing with constantly moving magic patterns. The power contained in it made many people feel that it was not an ordinary item.
The entire arena stood up and applauded this human mercenary wearing the medal. Through the brief speech of the army commander of the royal guards and the personal statement of Elder Wendell, people understood that the necromancer was about to take action. They would not be stingy with their applause for this mercenary who bravely fought against the evil necromancer.
In the distance, Noda was murmuring something like "Let many people treat me, or else I'll suffer a loss". Standing beside him, Sylner, dressed in splendid clothes, was gazing at those people who were wearing medals from afar. She couldn't hide the smile at the corner of her mouth. Her charming figure dazzled the drooling guys behind her.
Many, you are really amazing!
Sylvia said in her heart.