Today's fifth chapter update is complete. Pighead will keep writing!
The pork slaughtered by the village butcher smelled so good. Pighead ate so many ribs—so stuffed!
After painstakingly losing over ten pounds in the past half year, it would probably all come back after one New Year! Heavens!
With a clatter of weapons, more than half the Dragon Cavalry behind Enzo were so frightened that they dropped their weapons to the ground.
Charging at them were those fiends of the Berely Garrison Corps! Compared to the Dragon Cavalry, a light cavalry corps used more often to maintain order in the imperial capital, the soldiers of these main combat corps could pick out any one man and beat ten or twenty Dragon Cavalrymen at will.
Those warriors who had only recently joined the Dragon Cavalry timidly retreated. Their legs had gone weak with fright, and they had utterly lost the courage to resist. It was not only the immense pressure exerted by the garrison soldiers—Beludi was also a great figure they did not dare offend.
They were merely commoners, commoners who had learned a little martial skill. Even an ordinary baron could decide their lives and deaths at whim, much less a marquis, such a lofty lieutenant general. And his father was the Empire's only marshal today!
Yet Enzo wore a proud, cold smile. Watching Beludi's whip lash down with all his strength, he calmly thrust out his sword. The four-foot-two-inch Stabbing Sword violently rubbed against the air, releasing a shrill rip like tearing silk. A foot-long gleam of cold light flickered ahead of its blade, fine runes swaying and flashing within it, radiating a sharp, bone-piercing chill.
Beludi was appalled. He stared at Enzo—someone actually dared to strike at him?
In Berely, in the imperial capital of the Gallic