"Heh! He was certainly generous!" Darian Nightblade had appeared behind Roland at some point.
"He even sent over three hundred Royal Crossbow Guards! It seems the Hand of the Swift Current truly was as fiercely loyal as the legends said!" Darian Nightblade remarked with certified sincerity.
Any army bearing the "Royal" name was no simple force! These third-tier archers had abandoned their cumbersome greatbows for dragon crossbows crafted from dragon horns. Clad in Sun-Moon Alloy plate armor, they were even more impregnable. As archers who could be thrown directly into the front-line meat grinder, they stood head and shoulders above the usual bunch of ranged Professional Soldiers.
"Nonsense! If someone spent all their wealth gathering men to restore my kingdom after I died, they'd be loyal too!" Roland could only laugh and curse helplessly.
"Hehe!" Darian Nightblade shrank his neck and gave an honest, foolish grin.
"All right, I need a moment to recover!" Roland slowly made his way up to the castle rooftop, preparing to continue his great card-opening endeavor.
"Then I won't disturb you, Your Majesty!" Darian Nightblade nodded, turned, and vanished from Roland's sight, leaving the space to Roland alone.
"One more time! Give me a better reward this time!" Roland looked as though he were praying to every god and Buddha, his sincerity enough to move even the Dragon God!
Whoosh! This time, what appeared was not dazzling golden light, but gentle white radiance.
"What the hell? What kind of cheap special effect is this?" Roland looked disdainful.
"A white card? This thing can scam people too? Let me see what's going on here." Roland grumbled.
"Let's see what this thing looks like... Uh, it looks pretty damn impressive, cough cough!" Roland's eyelids twitched wildly. Who said white cards couldn't produce something good?
The figure