Chapter 138

"To the heroes of the Knights of the star world, to the commander of soshyang war, and to your warm hospitality,"

Mazar raised his glass and said loudly, and everyone responded.

"To the outstanding deeds of the martyrs, to the commander of the Mazar war, and to your firm faith!"

Soshyan also raised his glass.

"To the permanence of the Empire!"

They drank it up, and the soldiers sitting at elegant long tables in the grand banquet hall raised their glasses.

There were 100 guests sitting here - the star knights and their colleagues of the bitter Walker Battle Group. This time, Lord Mazar only brought his own honor guard and some soldiers of a company. Even so, the number was more than all the star Knights combined,

After the speech, the music sounded immediately, and a flood of machine servants poured out of the back kitchen, presenting the first of many dishes.

Soshyan and Mazar sat facing each other at the main table.

Lighting balls floated over the top of the banquet hall, and flashing candlesticks were arranged on the table. The combination of the two filled the hall with a golden light - which reminded many people of the extraordinary halo of the church dome.

The dinner was very pleasant. The two regiments formed friendship here, and the soldiers also knew each other.

From the initial strangeness and vigilance, it soon became familiar and mutual appreciation.

At the climax of the banquet, the two sides even had a friendly sword competition.

On the star Knight's side, almin fought, and the ascetic regiment fought a young soldier of the glory guard.

After dozens of rounds of fighting between the two sides, the representative of the ascetic side frankly admitted his failure after the sword in his hand was lifted, while Amin hugged each other and gave each other weapons.

Mazar was amazed at the swordsmanship of the star Knights - they didn't look like recruits at all, but like experienced swordsmen.

At the end of the banquet, the soldiers of both sides got rid of the shackles of etiquette and began to move freely in the venue, talk to each other and get to know each other. Only sol left quietly in the middle of the banquet - he didn't want to attract too much attention.

As for soshyan and Mazar, they came to the private room exclusive to the commander of the war.

Here, they need to have a deeper conversation.

"It's really an extraordinary achievement to get the regiment back on its feet in such a short time, young man."

Following soshyan into the room, Mazar smiled and glanced around.

"This is not contempt. I have never doubted your ability, but I am still shocked by your achievements... This castle, those experienced soldiers, all this."

Soshyan pursed his lips.

"It's a responsibility, we all have a responsibility, that's all."

"Ah, indeed."

Mazar whispered, as if thinking about something soshyan couldn't know.

"Please sit down."

Soshyan pointed to the long table in the center of the room.

A long table carved from a boulder occupies half the room. It is surrounded by seats, all made of astat's figure. Each seat is made of granite of the same material as the long table.

Obviously, soshyan plans to use this to entertain other visiting brothers of the regiment in the future, and Mazar is "the situation of your regiment is really worse than I thought, the proportion of recruits is too large and the number is too small... I thought you had at least 100 soldiers at first."

"We will not be timid."

"Well, my proposal is menglang. I take it back here, but I still hope your regiment can participate in some outposts and at least give your soldiers a chance to exercise."

"Duty bound."

Soshyan nodded firmly.

The banquet finally ended with the laughter of the soldiers. The bitter Walker regiment will stay here all night and leave at dawn.

Soshyan made an agreement with Lord Mazar to assemble on the edge of the Freon system in a month.

After all this, soshyan returned to the private meeting room - the next room next door.

Opening the door, sol was sitting in a chair in the room, holding his chest in his hands, as if he were closing his eyes.

After hearing the footsteps, he opened his eyes, and then a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

"Your eloquence is much better than your swordsmanship, soshyan."

The other party smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Don't tease me. You taught me these words, instructor sol."

"Ha, anyway, at least sent the boy."

With that, he stood up and stretched his limbs. The air was suddenly filled with the explosion of bone collision.

"I haven't moved my muscles and bones for a long time. I hope the green skin won't disappoint me."