Annan did not want Monsong Montreal in his sight for another second. He turned to Princess Sails, who had not said a word since earlier.
"Leave. I don't want the flowers I just planted to wilt at the sight of you." Princess Sails's voice had turned cold again.
Annan chuckled. "You have it backward. The more rotten and filthy something is, the better it helps plants grow."
"Princess, we'll visit you again tomorrow."
Monsong Montreal nodded to Princess Sails and left with the two silent men.
Watching them go, Annan turned his head and asked, "When does the parade begin?"
"In a week."
"Seven days..."
Annan talked with Princess Sails for a while, then returned to Free City and found the two instructors Luoxi had chosen: Lerick and Watt.
Lerick had lost an eye, and Watt had a bad leg. Most of those who had come back alive bore some injury.
"Instructor Lerick, I'm putting the Foreign Races Legion in your hands. Drill them hard!"
"I'll teach those soldiers how to stand in formation!" one-eyed Lerick promised loudly.
"That's not enough." Annan shook his head. "The Rikaner Kingdom will be taking part in this parade too. Treat the parade seven days from now as a new battlefield!"
Vengeful fire blazed in Lerick's eye. "I'll send them home with wet pants!"
"I'm counting on you."
Lerick turned and strode toward the camp.
"Everyone, fall in!"
The goblins chasing one another around the camp, the orcs testing their strength, the White Dragon being fed scraps, and the centaurs and elves formed a ragged line before Lerick.
Getting a group of soldiers from different races to obey like this after only two days of training was impressive, but it still was not enough.
"Goblins in front, orcs in the middle, minotaurs behind them!