Lord of the North

"Helena..."

Zola was in a daze. From her point of view, she didn't know if there was a chance to change the name back in her lifetime. Helena was gone, and now only Zola Odinson was alive.

"Helena is already in the past, Mrs. Atum should explain why you are here." She took a deep breath, stared at Atum and said.

"If I say that I am here to offer my loyalty to His Royal Highness Jason, will Her Royal Highness believe it?" Atum didn't change his title at all because of her words.

In his opinion, no matter what Zola changed her name to, she was still Her Highness the Princess of the Lopez Kingdom, and the two most powerful forces in Lopez were still surnamed Lopez.

"Unfortunately, I don't really believe it." Zola didn't bother with him about the address, he could call it whatever he wanted, and instead spread his hands to answer.

"I..." Atum had a helpless expression, and was about to speak when the outside door was pushed open with a creak.

"It seems that I came just in time."

With a gentle expression, Lancelot nodded to Zola first, and then said to Atum.

"Dear sir, do you know that it is very impolite to interrupt someone's conversation?"

Batum turned around, looked at Lancelot with a smile and said, his eyes were full of dissatisfaction and anger. In his opinion, this was a disrespect to him and the Lopez royal family.

"I'm so sorry, but I made this faux pas because my soldier barracks told me that an unidentified person had come to me."

Lancelot was startled when he heard the words, and then responded with a smile: "Besides, I don't even know your identity, so why should I respect you?"

This is a bit cruel, and it is clear that Atum hides his head and shows his tail, so he has no right to be rampant here.

Zola sat quietly in her seat and watched the two of them confront each other. She didn't have a good impression of Atum, because the people Jason sent to contact him didn't bring any good news back.

Atum has been swinging back and forth between the local nobles, the Slovenian government, and Jason, and her position is unclear, so she has a mediocre impression of this person.

Although he has always been loyal to Lopez's old king.

"My name is Atum, a native of the Northland. I am currently the regiment commander of the White Sword City Garrison. I am also the Earl of the Kingdom. Soldier, tell me your identity."

Atum's face was ugly. Anyone who suffered this kind of treatment would not feel happy, let alone him who has always been arrogant and brave.

"My name is Lancelot. I come from Italy and I am a knight conferred by His Royal Highness Jason. I am currently the deputy commander of the city of Lucca."

Lancelot smiled and said that although he is currently in charge of the Lucca city army, he has not accepted the position of legion commander that Zola intends to give up.

First, the name is not justified, because this kind of position needs to be appointed by King Lopez, and the Iron Fang Leader has not yet broken the face with those in Sloven on the surface.

Second, he was afraid that the veterans of the garrison would secretly embarrass him because of this matter, because now there will be some obstacles when he gives some orders.

But those generals are very measured and will not affect the tasks assigned by Lancelot, but it will make him feel uncomfortable, as uncomfortable as eating flies.

"Hmph, Princess Helena doesn't even have your airs..."

Atum's eyes were not good. He felt that Jason would not oppose him, the legion leader, because of one subordinate, so he said with some disdain, but his

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He was interrupted by Lancelot before he could finish speaking.

"I'm still one of His Royal Highness Jason's ineffective subordinates."

When Zola heard this sentence, the alarm bells rang in her heart, and the extraordinary power quickly formed a protection for her.

boom! ! ! !

As soon as her action was over, the energy in Lancelot's body exploded, and Zola's entire room was instantly covered with cracks.

Batum's eyes widened suddenly, the veins on his forehead popped out, and the floor under his feet shattered. Fortunately, Lancelot's aura came and went quickly, otherwise he might fall to his knees under this aura .

"Hoo... ph... ph..."

After Lancelot's aura disappeared, Atum lowered his head and opened his eyes wide, breathing quickly, his eyes full of disbelief. This pressure was much more terrifying than the Earth Knights he had seen before.

"You..." He looked at Lancelot, a little speechless, and he didn't know what to say.

Zola on the side breathed a sigh of relief. Lancelot was planning to give him a blow and let him see clearly whether he had a future with Sloven or had more potential with Jason.

"There is no way to talk here, Lancelot, you are too impulsive."

Zola pretended to reprimand Lancelot, and then looked at Atum apologetically: "Master Atum, I'm really sorry, let's continue talking in another place."

After speaking, she walked out of the crumbling room first, followed by Lancelot.

Atum's expression changed, and he swore that he really wanted to flick his sleeves back to White Sword City, and then immediately lead troops to attack Lucca City, but he didn't dare.

Not only because either of Lucca City and Iron Fang Territory can compete with him today, but also because of what Lancelot said before.

'I am still one of His Royal Highness Jason's ineffective subordinates. '

In other words, Jason Earth Knight had more than one subordinate, and he didn't dare to bet on the authenticity of this sentence, so his hesitant idea was instantly decided.

"call……"

He took a long breath, wiped his sweat, arranged his clothes and followed Lancelot and Zola in front.

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"Not bad, Harris, you really didn't disappoint me."

Jason looked at the more than sixty semi-armored horse archers in front of him. In the short hour before, these soldiers showed themselves their powerful mobility and proficient riding and shooting skills.

Although their skills are still a bit immature and flawed, Jason is still satisfied and can't help but praise again and again. Harris' ability is worthy of recognition for the initial results in the past few months.

"Thank you for your praise, sir."

Harris put down the big rock in his heart instantly, so that he proved his worth, and his status was preserved.

He is not one of those talented adults, let alone a strong man like Lancelot. He is just an old soldier who has retired from the battlefield.

Harris understands that only those with value can be retained and survived in this powerful lineup, because the strength in Jason's hands is too terrifying.

"This is not a compliment, but an affirmation of your ability. I hope that one day my horse archers can run across this continent."

Jason's eyes were full of ambition: "Even compete with the centaurs on that grassland!"