Clearly, anyone with normal hearing can notice the connection between the dragon name " Loxor " and the imperial name " Luokenuosuos i ".
It's likely that the dragon, relying on the fact that everyone who knew it was dead, didn't bother to give itself a fake name. It just randomly converted the code between two languages and used it without any care.
However, [ the Practice More If You're Bad ] was also very puzzled--
Why would this Master Green Dragon, who is said to be able to rival the Amber Dragon Aeldra, insist on becoming a marshal in the Empire?
But on second thought, he realized that this matter wasn't entirely incomprehensible.
After all, based on the information that has been made public so far, dragons always seem to have some quirks.
Just as some dragons like making money and some like collecting things, it seems perfectly fine for some dragons to like cosplay.
Thinking of this, [ Practice More If You're Bad ] said to Alfonso:
"My lord, as far as we know, not all dragons in this world have died out. Some are still active, just in different forms."
"Moreover, it wasn't solely the Demonic Tide that took their lives back then; part of it was also due to the hunting by other dragon clans."
"Is that so?!"
Alfonso gasped, then...
Nothing more was done after that.
Even if he, a mere viscount, knew a shocking secret, what could he possibly do?
After listening to the demon servants' explanation, Alfonso began to discuss the next steps with the others.
The surprise attack on Sandcastle Number Thirteen a few days ago was very successful. Although the heads of the skeleton soldiers were all left there as a mound of skulls, they brought back enough evidence to prove the results of the battle.
Eliminating over three hundred enemy troops in a single, small-scale conflict is no small feat that can be appeased with a mere small reward.
When Alfonso's father learned of this, his gaze towards him changed slightly, and he subsequently reported the matter to higher authorities again.
Lange was the commander of the central border army, and his superior was naturally Grand Marshal Luokenuosuos i of the Imperial Army.
That's why we have this messenger here today.
Accompanying the messenger here, besides the commendation order for merit, promotion, and troop replenishment to two thousand men, was a genuine transfer order.
Riel Valley is located in the southern part of Lange Marquis Lange's territory, and it is a tough nut to crack no matter which side controls it.
This order was clearly meant to send Alfonso to tackle the tough challenges.
The viscount was just a minor figure, so of course he had no reason to refuse.
Moreover, the transfer order came along with the commendation order; it's not something someone like him could do—take the sweet talk and spit out the bullet.
Although he didn't understand why he had to be arranged this way, Alfonso chose to accept it.
After a brief discussion, he ordered his centurions to lead their troops to break camp. It would take about two or three days to head south, after which they would face a new enemy.
Alfonso, of course, had no idea that this transfer order was one of the rewards his father had secured for him.
In the eyes of the old Lange, his second son had already accumulated enough merit:
Before the main battle even began, his thousand-man squad had already twice destroyed the sandcastle, annihilating more than five hundred enemies in total. Moreover, for some reason, his troops seemed to be growing in number with each battle!
As for those seasoned veterans who had been beheaded by their own sons for violating military law, the Marquis of Lange naturally didn't care.
He originally sent these few men to help his child, but instead they abandoned their own army and acted like lords in a thousand-man unit!
Why keep such a guy around to breed if not to kill him?
Besides his purely meritorious service in eliminating the enemy, Alfonso also provided many other forms of assistance to Lange's army.
For example, the topographical maps and enemy deployment maps that were delivered on time, and the summary of patrol frequencies of nearby sandcastles, etc.
All these achievements combined made old Lange feel that his son had already made enough money, giving him an excuse to give him more property when dividing the inheritance.
In that case, the only thing this second son had to do until the war ended was to save his life.
That's why he got this transfer order.
Riel Valley is easy to defend and difficult to attack, and the Skeleton Alliance's forces are not many. Alfonso has two thousand men and can already be called a "little general," so he can make decisions on many things on the spot.
If Alfonso can capture the fortress there, he can then garrison the area, allowing for a safe retreat even if the empire falls. He might even be credited with receiving the fleeing troops.
If we can't take it, we can also use the pretext of containment to station ourselves near Riel Valley and not venture any further—Marshal, you don't want our supply lines to be cut off, do you?
There are reasons to advance or retreat. Compared to the Skeleton Alliance, Riel Valley is practically paradise.
Although Alfonso currently doesn't know his father's true thoughts, even if he did, he would probably only manage a wry smile.
Old man, why didn't you tell me you had such a great plan sooner?
I've already signed the demon contract, sacrificed half my life, and am prepared to go all out. Now I'm trying to save my own life?
Will you replenish the half of my life I sacrificed?
In short... filled with doubts about his father and the marshal's decisions, Alfonso and his thousand-man squad prepared to break camp and head south.
Meanwhile, the messenger who had just left Alfonso's camp also quickly realized something was wrong.
His intuition told him that someone was following him.
As a noble Dragonborn, he disdained using methods like a reverse ambush or a roundabout way to shake off his pursuers. Instead, he simply stopped in the middle of the road, waiting for his followers to arrive.
Soon, a somewhat familiar figure appeared behind him; it was the young man who had asked if he was Dragonborn.
Upon seeing that it was him who had come, the Dragonborn was momentarily stunned.
Upon seeing him, the man showed no fear or panic whatsoever. Instead, he strode forward to greet him, saying as he walked:
"Such swift and decisive action... it seems my guess was right after all, you truly are Dragonborn!"
Why are you looking for me?
The messenger neither confirmed nor denied the request, but instead asked directly about the other party's purpose.
"Sir, I have come on orders to see Lord Loxor."
The moment the half-dragon messenger heard the name Loxor, a murderous intent surged within him.
This person not only recognized his Dragonborn identity (what's so difficult about that?), but also knew Lord Luokenuosuos i's real name.
Who exactly is he? And what is he planning to do?
Seeing that the opponent did not launch an attack, [ Great Wei Boxing Champion ] slowly stepped forward to his side.
He then took a crimson scale from his pocket and showed it to the messenger.
Without needing to say more, his intuition told him that it was a dragon scale, and even if it didn't come from a real dragon, it must have originated from a Dragonborn like himself.