Ilsa did not have too many greetings with Bancrolo and said directly to Bancrolo:

"Mr. Bancrolo, you said at today's meeting that there are two ways to make the morale of an army high in a short period of time, right?"

——Hmm? Why did Your Majesty suddenly ask about this...

Although Bancrolo was puzzled, he answered quickly:

"Yes. There are two ways to get the morale of an army high in a short period of time."

"One is to take out a large sum of money to reward the generals."

"The other is to lead them by famous people."

As soon as Bancrolo finished speaking, Ilsa immediately said:

"Mr. Bancrolo, the Uriel Knights are currently the only unit in our country that can quickly dispatch to fight the Frank army. In order to make up for the difference in military strength between the Uriel Knights and the Frank army, it is very necessary to make the morale of the generals and soldiers of the Uriel Knights become high. I am right?"

Bancrore nodded:

“That’s exactly that.”

"but--"

Bancrolo changed his mind.

"At present, there is no such a talented person who can make the morale of the soldiers suddenly rise."

"There are only three knights who can instantly raise the morale of the soldiers - Issel, Albert, and Su Cheng."

"Unfortunately, none of these three people are in the imperial capital now."

Speaking of this, Bancrore couldn't help but sigh:

"Oh... I would have liked Captain Cheng here..."

"In the name and influence of the regiment Cheng, if the generals and soldiers of the Uriel Knights learned that their commander-in-chief were Su Cheng, their morale would definitely rise unprecedentedly, and they would be confident in the battle they were about to participate in."

Concerns about the current situation made Bancrole complain.

However, just as Bancrolo's complaint fell, Ilsa immediately said:

"No, Mr. Bancrore, you're wrong."

"There is actually someone in the imperial capital who can make the morale of the soldiers high."

"It's just that person is not a knight."

--Um?

Bancroo raised his eyebrows in confusion.

Bancrolo, who didn't know what Ilsa said just now, began to think about it. He quickly passed the name of every hero who was now in the imperial capital in his mind.

Soon, Bancrolo realized who the person Ilsa said was.

"Your Majesty..." Bancrolo's eyes widened, "You mean..."

...

...

3 days later.

The mansion of the Britannian Empire, Pandragon, Jacob.

"Jaco." Bancrot said to Jacob in front of him, "Are you really going together?"

At this time, there were only Bancrore and Jacob in Jacob's huge dormitory.

"Of course."

As soon as Bancrolo finished speaking, Jacob said without hesitation.

"Your Majesty is still young now, I'm not at ease to let her go to the front line alone."

After saying that, Jacob patted the breastplate he had just put on, and then said in a half-joking tone:

"It seems that I am really old. In the past, the weight of armor was no different from that of a commoner for me as a young man."

"And now it's a bit difficult to wear the armor."

Bancrole looked up and down at Jacob, who was wearing armor at this time, and then chuckled a few times:

"I really haven't seen you wearing armor for a long time. It's amazing. I was a little worried about you, worried that you were so old that you couldn't wear armor."

Speaking of this, Bancrolo paused as if he had remembered something.

Then he continued:

"Jaco, can you still swing your sword?"

After hearing Bancrore's question, Jacob did not immediately answer.

Jacob, who was smiling without saying a word, walked towards a wall in the dormitory while smiling faintly on his face.

On the wall, a light hung from the scabbard and the hilt of the sword, and you will know that the expensive sword was incredible.

Canglanglanglanglanglang...

Jacob slowly pulled the sword out of the scabbard.

The crisp sound of drawing swords filled every corner of the room.

This long sword with exquisite appearance and a completely different shape from the Knight Sword is engraved with domineering and complex patterns.

Looking at the sword that Jacob drew from his scabbard, Bancrot said softly:

"Long Yin... Speaking of which, I have never seen you use this sword."

Dragon Roar - When Jacob was 17 years old, after winning the martial arts competition, the 11th emperor of the Britannian Empire, that is, Gozevin's father, gave this priceless sword to Jacob as a reward.

Because the forging materials used in this long sword, like the knight guns of the three major knight orders, are all dragon silver. Therefore, they are named "Dragon Roar".

After pulling the dragon roar completely out of the scabbard, Jacob turned around suddenly, and while turning around, he raised the dragon roar in his hand over his head, and then slashed heavily in the direction where Bancrolo was.

call!!

The powerful sound of breaking wind exploded in the room.

Bancrore was startled by Jacob's sudden "attack" and subconsciously took two steps back.

In fact, even if Bancrotre didn't retreat two steps and stayed there directly, it would be fine, because Jacob's sword could not cut him at all, and the tip of the dragon roar was still one finger away from Bancrotre.

Bancrolo looked at the ground at his feet.

"...It seems that even if you haven't grasped a sword for decades, Jacob's skills are not unfamiliar."

"No, I'm actually unfamiliar."

Jacob said, inserting the dragon roar back into the scabbard, and then hangs the dragon roar with the sword and the scabbard on his left waist.

"If I were young, you might have to wait until my sword is swinged in front of you before you realize that I have set out the sword."

"Oh... it seems that I am really old. Both the speed and strength are much worse than when I was young."

Speaking of this, Jacob subconsciously turned his gaze to a cabinet beside him.

After turning his eyes to the cabinet, Jacob's brow frowned slightly, and then he turned his eyes back.

When he took his eyes back, Jacob whispered in a volume that only he could hear:

"Forget it, don't take that."

After talking to himself like this, Jacob walked out of the dormitory with great strides.

When he passed by Bancrolo, Jacob raised his hand and patted Bancrolo on the shoulder.

"Pandragorn will be handed over to you during the period when His Majesty and I are not around."

"Don't worry." Bancrolo smiled, "You don't know how capable I am."

After looking at each other with Bancrot and smiling tacitly, Jacob then helped the dragon roar on his left waist and walked out of his dormitory.

At Bancrolo's feet, a dead mosquito was lying.
Chapter completed!