Rifle charge in Ark, but without a mount

Although there were some minor mistakes because I was not very skilled, they were not serious.

The blonde knight looked at the scarf in her hand, and she didn't know what she was thinking about, but her face turned red again. She slowly wrapped the scarf around her neck, immediately blocking the cold wind that was just blowing into her neck.

"Thank you very much for your gift, Claude. It is very useful to me."

She thanked him sincerely, her fingers still stroking the scarf around her neck. Then she seemed to have thought of something and looked apologetic.

"I'm sorry, Claude. I don't have a gift to give you in return. This is really rude."

"Don't say such strange things. If you want to thank me, how about we take a walk together? We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we haven't really had a good chat yet."

Margaret naturally had no reason to refuse, and she didn't want to refuse.

The two began to walk along the street, chatting as they walked. Claude naturally asked her what she was worried about. Margaret trusted Claude very much, so she did not hesitate to tell him everything she thought. She was originally like this, just like her knight title, as bright and upright as the sun.

Claude listened to her quietly, and did not interrupt her until she finished. Until they came to an intersection, they had to stop because of the traffic light. They attracted a lot of attention here. The two of them were already very good-looking, and they were even more eye-catching when they were together.

"Margaret, you are being too picky."

Claude's words immediately made Margaret look at him with a hint of expectation in her eyes, hoping that he could tell her something.

"Do you think you can figure this out by yourself? That's why I said you're being too stubborn. You don't have to take everything on yourself. Your family and friends are willing to help you. They are all very good people. You can seek help from like-minded people, seek help from friends and family. The answer to this question will always be found in practice."

After a brief pause, he continued.

"Do you need me to help you? No...let me help you."

After saying this, he looked at Margaret with extremely serious eyes, patiently waiting for her reply.

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Margaret looked at the man in front of her, and time seemed to go back to a few years ago, when they met in Old Martin's tavern. It was only their first meeting, and they talked for a few words under the warm lights, but he made the decision to go against the Business Federation without hesitation and help her. He has not changed at all over the years, and is still the great knight with hidden enthusiasm in his heart.

"Then I thank you in advance for your help, Claude."

Margaret's smile at this moment was as bright as the sun and more dazzling than gold.

Rise of the Reunion: Chapter 87: Kazdel

The architecture of Chernobyl is very unique. Most of the buildings are not very tall, but rather low. The tallest one is no more than 30 stories high, with dense and narrow windows. In order to maintain the temperature inside, most of the shops on the street use heavy doors, and the few that use transparent glass doors are also double-layered heat-insulating glass.

15 days after the city changed its leader, 80% of the shops had reopened. After all, no matter how worried people were about disasters, they still had to survive. When the first shop opened its door carefully and found that no one would come to rob them, the rest of the shops also opened one after another.

Most of the restaurants on this street sell Ursus specialty food, such as pickled fat, black bread, borscht, etc. In order to resist the extremely cold weather here, people's taste for food is heavy in oil and salt. People from other countries find it difficult to get used to the food here, but for Claude, it's just right. The food here always reminds him of his hometown in his previous life, which is as cold and desolate as Ursus. Only the perennial giant stone fortress and the soldiers stationed inside show the existence of mankind.

Fat is a very precious thing for the people living there. It is only used to entertain important guests. As the son of a duke, he is different from ordinary people... He has endless fat. Every meal they eat is covered with a thick layer of oil. No matter what they eat, there is melted fat on it. At first, Claude didn't understand it at all. He couldn't eat the greasy food.

But after rolling in the snow twice, he immediately understood. In the cold wind that froze his bones, if the food he ate did not have enough energy, he would soon freeze to death here. So during the days of living and fighting there, he also adapted to the tastes of his father and mother... Although their poor cooking skills still made him criticize them greatly.

Disgusted with the world, he abandoned his wife, Qi Ling,

They stopped in front of a restaurant. A wooden sign in front of the door read today's specials. Warm and choking smoke slowly drifted from the chimney into the sky. Their figures were reflected on the glass door. The two people, both wearing black clothes, looked extremely harmonious.

"How about going in for a meal? It's time for dinner."

"Of course, I'd love to."

After getting his companion's consent, Claude grabbed the wooden handle on the door and pushed open the glass door. The warm air enveloped them. The stove inside was not a common wood-burning stove, but an Originium heating device, which seemed a bit luxurious. The owner was a middle-aged Ursus man with a big mustache on his upper lip. He wore a knitted hat on his head, and on the edge of the hat, a heart was knitted with red wool.

Hearing the ring of the copper bell hanging on the door, he quickly stood up and began to greet the guests. He quickly cleaned a table by the window and guided the two to sit down.

"What would you like to eat? The ingredients here are all fresh, fresh vegetables and meat just bought from the planting module."

"I saw outside that there are special dishes today, what are they?"

"That's the specialty of our store, sour cream mushroom poultry soup. Many people around here come to eat this every day, but it's less available these days. And there's freshly baked buttered bread, which goes best with it." The boss reached out and stroked his beard, then began to recommend.

"Do you have butter kebab? We'll have two large ones."

"Haha! Of course there is. Every store in this city has this dish, otherwise they wouldn't be able to stay open here." The boss laughed cheerfully. In his opinion, the answer to this question was beyond doubt.

"I want two more of the special dishes you mentioned. That's all, okay?...Okay, boss, that's all."

The boss nodded and was about to prepare the food, but suddenly stopped and asked them curiously.

"Are you two tourists from Casimir? Sorry, it's hard to see Casimir people in this city."

The two looked at each other, nodded, and temporarily acknowledged what the boss said.

"You are really unlucky to have arrived here during the war. But it's not that bad to be honest. After all, life is better now."

The boss came behind the counter with emotion, lifted a curtain and stuck his head in.

"Atasha, two large portions of butter grilled meat, and two sets of the special meal."

"understood."

A middle-aged woman answered from behind, and soon, the sizzling sound of frying meat and the aroma of stewing soup came from the kitchen. The boss hesitated outside for a while, and seeing that there were not many customers, he turned around and went in to get busy.

Claude rubbed his hands and pushed a strand of messy hair behind his ear. His hair had grown a little longer because of the war. While waiting, in the heat of the room, both of them took off their scarves and gloves and learned about each other's experiences over the past few years.

Claude was still listening quietly. He heard about the other party's experiences in the past few years. Margaret and her uncle crossed the border of Ursus and traveled endlessly, almost crossing half of Terra, all the way to Kazdel, the country of the Sarkaz people.

The Sarkaz were notorious in this land. Sometimes they were called the demons, which showed people's fear and disgust towards them. Claude also knew the reason for this. The Sarkaz had started a war that swept across half of the continent a long time ago. Under the leadership of their demon king, they trampled on one country after another. Although they were defeated by the coalition forces of other countries in the end, they still left indelible scars and memories on the land.

The Sarkaz, who once ravaged the world, were naturally suppressed by all countries after their defeat. Whenever they had a little hope of revival, they would be crushed by other countries. For a long time, Kazdel was in a state of anarchy and chaos, with mercenaries everywhere killing each other. The only product of Kazdel was the mercenaries who created killing and death.

A few years ago, Claude had heard that a pair of siblings in the Sarkaz united the Sarkaz people, giving Kazdel a glimmer of revival. He was very interested in the news at the time, but unexpectedly, not long after, news came from Kazdel that the brother and sister had turned against each other. For unknown reasons, the two kings of the Sarkaz started a brutal civil war, dragging that land into war again.

After a while, the civil war among the Sarkaz people came to an end. Theresa died after her defeat, and the organization she founded, Babel, was disbanded. Theresis became the final winner and led the entire Kazdel. But this war also brought serious consequences, and the situation in Kazdel is still chaotic today.

Margaret and her companions stayed in Kazdel for a long time, where they made two new friends. The hopeless land, which was deeply mired in the quagmire of war, also left a deep impression on her. They encountered five attacks on the first day they arrived there. They were basically scattered Sarkaz mercenaries who were greedy for money. These people were mercenaries when they could find work, and thieves when they couldn't. Their identities were quite flexible.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 88 Hart? ?

All countries in the world have big problems. After listening to Margaret's story, Claude came to the conclusion that the political system of the country is characterized by a hundred flowers blooming and a hundred schools of thought competing with each other. Tribalism, slavery, feudal society, and capitalist society coexist on this land. He has never seen a place that is so chaotic.

The two sighed for a few words, and the dishes they ordered were served. The first large piece of grilled meat fried in butter was served, steaming hot. It was sprinkled with herbs and lemon juice. The rich crimson sauce flowed on the plate, exuding a rich aroma.

They picked up the knife and fork at the same time, and cut the steak with precise and fast movements. They dipped the meat in the sauce on the plate and ate it. As soon as Claude took a bite, his eyes lit up. The food here was unexpectedly to his taste. The steak had a strong and mellow flavor, which easily aroused his appetite.

Claude was enjoying his meal, and the steak on his plate was shrinking rapidly. The same sound came from the other side, which made him look up.

Margaret heard Claude's chuckle and couldn't help but look up in confusion. Then she saw Claude smiling and tapping the corner of his mouth, with a gentle and teasing smile on his face. She immediately reacted, her face flushed red, and she wanted to find something to wipe the corner of her mouth.

A handkerchief was handed over from the other side of the table. The white fabric was embroidered with golden edges. She took it silently and wiped the corners of her mouth, but the blush on her face lingered for a long time.

But the charming atmosphere was soon diluted by the boss who came to serve the dishes. Looking at the blushing girl and the smiling boy, he smiled knowingly and immediately turned around to give the two of them space.

"Young people today are so young!"

Claude didn't seem to be shy. After tasting the steak, he was looking forward to the other food in the restaurant. He lifted the lids of the two soup bowls, and a lot of hot steam came out. Then he put two spoons into the bowls.

The sweet aroma of the toasted butter bread made people salivate. Claude broke a long loaf of bread into two pieces and handed one half to the knight lady opposite him.

"Miss Margaret, a knight cannot live without a full stomach."

Margaret showed an approving expression, took the bread, and ate it as if nothing had happened, if you ignore her red ears. The resolute and powerful knight lady seemed to be in a strange mood.

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Both of them were extremely satisfied with the meal. Not only was it delicious, but the price was also very affordable. Claude silently memorized the location of the restaurant and planned to use it as his lunch spot in the future.

The hot face from staying in the store was not so uncomfortable when it encountered the cold air outside. Putting on the scarf and gloves again, the two looked at each other and chose to continue walking along the street at the same time.

There were more newcomers on Chernobyl Street, but the black-clad military police were replaced by Reunion soldiers, who were still not very skilled at directing traffic and made mistakes from time to time. Although they had undergone emergency training, they were still far behind the skilled traffic police.

Pedestrians kept coming and going on the street, most of them were Ursus people. The round ears on their heads were inexplicably cute after looking at them for a long time. Passers-by would always look at the two of them, partly because Kuranta was rare here, and partly because their outstanding appearance and temperament made them stand out from the crowd.

The black and golden soft tails fluttered behind them, occasionally touching each other. Margaret's figure was considered tall among women, but it only reached Claude's shoulders. They wandered around the city aimlessly, chatting aimlessly.

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"Is that so? You are preparing to return to Casimir."

Claude stretched out his hand and watched a snowflake melt in his palm. A light snowflake began to fall from the sky.

"Yes, we have been out there for many years. It's time to go back and take a look."

Margaret also stretched out her hand and accurately grasped a snowflake. The moment she grasped it, the snowflake melted, leaving only the cold snow water seeping into her gloves.

"And I haven't seen Maria for a long time. Although her grandfather is taking care of her, I'm still worried because I have no place to stay outside and I have no way to communicate with her. I don't know how the child is doing. She should have grown into a big girl now."

"I've been to Casimir once, and they're all doing well. The current Business Federation is also powerless to retaliate against them, and Maria is stronger than you think. You don't have to worry too much, she's already grown up."

Claude put his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker and turned to look at Margaret, who was wearing a heavy dress.

"But if you want to go back, please say hello to the child for me. I am not a very competent master. I will go to Casimir to see you later."

Margaret adjusted the scarf around her neck. She knew it was time for the two of them to separate.

"Do you have a place to live now? If not, I'll ask someone to arrange one for you."

"Thank you for your kindness, Claude. In fact, you have already arranged accommodation for us."

Claude raised his eyebrows in surprise. He really didn't know when he had made such an arrangement.

Margaret explained to him with a smile.

"Didn't you allocate a hospital for everyone in Rhodes Island? I live with Shining Nightingale and the others. The living conditions here are very good, and there is heating."

"I see... Well, it's time to say goodbye. I guess there's a lot of documents piled up on my desk, waiting for me to deal with them when I get back."

"May the light protect you, Claude. Goodbye."

"Have a nice trip, Margaret, and see you later."

Under the light of the street lamp, the two said goodbye to each other, and then walked towards their homes with a faint smile on their faces.

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Even at night, because of the recent improvement in public security, there were many pedestrians in the city. People kept passing by Claude, and he nimbly moved through the crowd and walked towards the city hall.

Suddenly, he seemed to sense something, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. The route under his feet also changed, turning into an alley. He pretended to know nothing and continued to move forward. Then, as expected, he felt a figure approaching him at a very fast speed.

His fingers brushed the scabbard, and just as he was about to strike, the figure did not draw out the sharp blade, but instead bumped his back with his head... The collision was gentle, more like an attempt to attract his attention than an attack, and it was very regular. Two gentle bumps, and then a slightly heavier bump.

But at this moment, Claude was in extreme shock. This touch was so familiar. This touch engraved in his soul could only belong to a living creature.

"Hart??!!"

His words, which were slightly distorted by surprise, echoed in the alley.

The Rise of the Integration Movement: Chapter 89 My Old Friend

Corpses were piled up on top of each other, forming a huge mountain of corpses. Broken weapons and flagpoles were scattered on the ground like a cluster of tombstones. Knights wearing full body armor were pushing the orcs to the front of the pit, chopping off their heads one by one, and then throwing the bodies and heads into the pit together.

The corpses on this mountain were all the best warriors of the orcs, wearing heavy armor made of crude iron. This was the best equipment for the orcs. Most of the orc warriors only had rough animal skin and bone armor, with only two pieces of rusty iron tied to the vital parts for protection.

He lowered his head and looked at the fat head in his hand. The stronger the orcs, the bigger their bodies would be. This guy, whose head was as big as a sheep, was undoubtedly the strongest among the orcs. And his head was now in the hands of a human.

Behind him, Hart's sharp beak with serrated teeth was tearing open the chest of the Behemoth, searching for the tender and soft internal organs. Soon, a huge heart was dug out and held in its mouth. It was like a ball full of blood, and a large amount of blood oozed out when it was bitten.

The blood with a strong fishy smell tasted delicious to the griffin, so it slowly chewed the heart in its mouth and prepared to dig out more delicious food. The huge wings with black and golden feathers behind it also fluttered with its mood, blowing up dust on the ground.

It tore the delicious liver into two pieces, picked up one half and looked at its brother. In its heart, although its brother looked a little different from itself, he was undoubtedly the closest creature to it, and the only one it was willing to share food with.

The red light of the setting sun shone into its eyes, and the lonely figure was reflected in its huge golden pupils. The griffin is an extremely emotional animal, and it keenly sensed that something was wrong with its brother's mood.

The griffin's sharp claws grabbed the huge body below it, and with a slight force, it cut four deep grooves. It threw the huge body into the pit next to it like throwing away garbage. The most delicious part had been eaten by it, and now the more important thing was its brother.

He slowly moved his body closer, the pads under his claws preventing him from making too much noise. He still held the bloody liver in his mouth, and placed it next to his brother. Then he gently touched his back with his head, twice lightly and once heavily.

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He silently reached out his hands and hugged the huge head of his griffin, scratching its jaw skillfully. The griffin with golden feathers rubbed hard in his arms, making a soft humming sound.

"I'm sorry to have made you worry. I'm fine now."

He took a last look at the huge head, smiled with relief, and as if he had made up his mind, he reached out and hung the head on the saddle of the griffin. He had to let his mother see this head.

"Behemoth's liver? Maybe I'm the first person in the empire to eat this."

Picking up the bloody liver at his feet, he gladly accepted his companion's kindness. His knights began to line up, and the griffins that were eating the orcs' bodies began to be gathered by their masters. The huge and elite First Legion was waiting for his orders.

But as the leader of the legion, he was doing something very strange: he found a piece of the enemy's breastplate, cleaned it, and then lit a fire on the battlefield and began to fry the liver.

The knights looked at him in silence without saying a word, while his generals hesitated for a moment and then walked towards him.

"Sir, what should we do next?"

"Don't worry, sit down and eat together. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This is the last Behemoth in the world."

He slowly turned the liver over, then took out a few bottles of seasoning from his bag and sprinkled some on it.

"But sir, this is the territory of those barbarians. Will we stay here too long?..."

"Don't worry, Ramon. We have broken their backbones. The only thing these barbarians can do now is to survive. Well, sit down and eat. I am very good at making this. My father likes it very much."