At ten in the morning, beneath the southern slope of Iowa Valley, the Auxiliary Army, the two knight orders, and the apprentices of Gallop Academy had assembled in formation. At the very front of the square formations stood fifteen newly finished stone pillars. These pillars were only a dozen or so centimeters in diameter and less than two meters tall, with names and family information carved into them one by one.
In last night's battle of attack and defense, roughly fifty Auxiliary Army soldiers had been wounded, and fifteen had fallen. The wounded, after receiving magical treatment, would soon be able to return to the army, while the dead had been gathered together and cremated.
Fifteen Gallop Academy students buried the earthen jars holding the ashes beneath the stone pillars. The Barbarian Priests, along with the Ascetic Monk Light Dolaina, began to sing a requiem. Accompanied by the low voices of several hundred people, the air seemed to fill with specks of magical elements rising into the sky.
The White Flame Sprite kept flying around the crowd, absorbing the essence of these emotions.
"Warriors, I ask us to remember Kramos, Doctor, Blue Catclaw, Grey Tree-Root..." Landen named every fallen soldier one by one, announcing that these people's descendants would be given priority in entering the Auxiliary Army or the knight orders.
Beside him, Albert frowned. At first, he had not quite understood why the burial of a few Mana-Less soldiers required a high-ranking lord to personally preside over it, but now, seeing the knights and Auxiliary Army soldiers before him listening in silence, he himself was quite moved.
At Albert's side, Julian Zhuoqin had a smile in his eyes and brows as he looked at Landen Gallop with great appreciation, and from time to time he also glanced at Ben