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Chapter 515 - 515 243 Domain Affairs and Rangers from All Directions_3
515: Chapter 243: Domain Affairs and Rangers from All Directions_3 515: Chapter 243: Domain Affairs and Rangers from All Directions_3 “But you are far taller than I imagined.
Forgive my earlier guess; I initially thought you were just a child.”
“A child?” Leon asked, puzzled.
“Don’t blame Glenn Soren; I thought the same earlier.
Who could know that Master Goliard’s poetry describing you as a youth would be this misleading?
Your stature is so magnificent; no wonder you were able to slay the Snake Monster,” a middle-aged knight chimed in, laughing.
His speech was rapid, with a strong accent, but Leon found it slightly familiar—it was somewhat akin to the accent from Orad in the East Territory.
“This is Lord Derek from Xijix.
He once single-handedly destroyed a band of Wolf-Riding Bandit Army entrenched near the border of Loman Territory.
The locals honor him with the title ‘Wolf Hunter,'” Larian immediately introduced.
“A pleasure to meet you, Lord Wolf Hunter,” Leon saluted.
Derek smiled wryly and waved his hand: “Baron, please just call me Derek.
The so-called ‘Wolf Hunting’ is nothing but a misunderstanding.
Back then, I was killing bandits riding Horror Wolves, but I deeply love those loyal ‘big dogs.’ I even have a Horror Wolf that’s been my companion for years.
How could I possibly hunt them?”
Soon, amidst laughter and conversation, Larian introduced the other Ranger Knights at the table to Leon one by one.
By the time all introductions were completed, Leon felt increasingly delighted.
The Ranger Knights at this table from within the Orland Kingdom were nothing short of extraordinary; each had notable reputation and astonishing deeds—whether it was vanquishing fierce Demons or bearing the illustrious name of chivalry.
Leon suddenly understood why General Trolsa once praised him for rescuing Selva Village, saying he possessed the “Heroic Knight” spirit of Orland.
It turned out to be a genuine comparison rather than idle flattery.
Upon closer look, it seemed Larian and Kovis had traveled around and brought back not just a few knights but an entire group of “Heroic Units.”
…Indeed, in these times, those who can undertake ancient ideals alone and not perish in the wilderness must posses exceptional skills.
Who else could embark on such a path?
This may also be some form of survival bias; those unable to withstand great enemies and disasters and survive to claim fame had long since perished in some obscure corner of the world, never to be seen today.
After becoming acquainted with the Rangers, Leon once again expressed his gratitude to them for coming to his aid, then turned to ask the question that had been lingering in his mind.
“Have all of you heard Master Goliard’s poetry?
Has that tale spread so far already?”
Upper Beiso County was relatively close, with roads that were fairly convenient to travel, but Xijix County was situated in the Eastern border of the Orland Kingdom—a route that was extraordinarily distant and difficult to traverse from Kosos County.
Leon suddenly recalled that even the Southern Count Arsen had heard his story.
What exactly was that giant dragon poet’s plan, endlessly helping to spread his reputation far and wide?
Was it merely because they had become acquainted in Dragon Throat City, and because Leon had stopped Mr.
Rody’s subordinates from dealing with him?
Looking back, for someone who was a True Dragon, wasn’t he simply role-playing and fishing at the time?
Whether Leon intervened or not, what difference would it make?
Could a few gangsters have managed to scratch his scales?
Was it really for the promise he made while imprisoned, saying he would help bring fame to Leon?
“Do not underestimate Master Goliard’s talent.
The story is splendid.
Nowadays, it’s one of the must-requested poems in taverns throughout the North.
Many are anxiously awaiting the third installment, searching everywhere for Master Goliard.
Unfortunately, the great poet always has an elusive presence,” Glenn Soren said, lowering his wine cup with a sigh.
In this era with few amusements, even Rangers rely on the Minstrels’ tales to dispel the monotony of travel.
Derek, the Wolf Hunter, remarked: “I differ from Glenn Soren.
I saw Master Goliard himself in person at a border tavern not long ago.
He personally performed songs about Lord Leon.
Over in Loman Territory, your poetry has yet to spread widely.”
“You’ve met Master Goliard?” Leon’s heart stirred as he eagerly asked, “Do you have any news on his whereabouts now?”
No matter the giant dragon poet’s intentions, his path had so far been paved with good deeds without malice directed at Leon.
If the Undead Calamity could secure the poet’s help, he might prove to be more effective than a massive army.
Leon had already gained some understanding of a True Dragon’s strength from Lola.
Derek shook his head: “Regrettably, I only met the poet once.
He has long since wandered eastward.
At the time, I heard he was planning to pass through the Hectorwa Wilderness.
I offered to escort him, but sadly, he declined my offer.”
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