#1123 - The Threat of Pragon
“I didn’t expect this to be a last testament left by this guy, Silvester.” Velen looked at the crystal ball in Kyle’s hand and couldn’t help but sigh.
Kyle placed the crystal ball on the short table and slowly said, “With his strength, even if he didn’t succeed, he should have been able to survive.”
Hearing this, Velen said, “That’s right. Silvester defeated a legendary demon with you. With his abilities, even if he can’t beat them, he can still run away. Besides, the plane world that can be crowned as a trial by the Dawn God must have already cleaned up those indigenous gods or epic powerhouses.”
Speaking of this, Velen suddenly asked, “Do you want to take this crystal ball?”
Kyle pondered for a moment and said, “My lord, then leave it with me.”
“Okay.”
Velen nodded, used his Dou Qi to lift the crystal ball, and sent it to Kyle’s hand.
Seeing Kyle put away the crystal ball, Velen ordered, “In the next few days, you secretly investigate what kind of person Gadonfu, the commander of the Twenty-Sixth Army, is.”
“My lord, is this guy disobeying your orders?” Kyle’s eyes flashed with a stern look when he heard this, and he asked.
“No, he isn’t.” Velen shook his head and said, “Although the memory light cluster given by Archbishop Gerard has some basic information about Gadonfu, sometimes this information cannot be completely trusted. Therefore, to fully understand a person, you still need to start with the people around him.”
“I understand, my lord,” Kyle replied.
“By the way, when taking over the Twenty-Fifth Army, if anyone dares to disobey your orders, do whatever you need to do. Anyway, I’m here to support you.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“If there’s nothing else, you can go and get busy.”
“Yes.”
Kyle bowed and then turned to leave.
After watching the other party leave, Velen sat down. After lying down for a while, he waved his hand to summon a low-level Silver Knight, and asked him to invite Pragon Mumucius, preparing to have an open and honest talk with him.
Leonas has a relationship with Silvester, and he himself has a good relationship with Silvester. In addition, he is a Judgment Knight. As long as he doesn’t do anything out of line, he doesn’t need to worry about his position.
Serena Croftsner’s address to him has already indicated his attitude, so there is no need to worry about whether the other party will go against him.
As for Pragon Mumucius, he does not belong to the clergy of the Church of Dawn, and his address is just right, neither close nor distant, and his attitude is somewhat unpredictable.
If this discussion is not clear, then he can only apply to the command for a replacement vice-marshal.
He doesn’t like infighting, and he doesn’t want to waste time on meaningless things.
Since the Church of Dawn has handed over 250,000 people from the Ninth Army to him, he must take on this responsibility, complete valuable strategic goals at the lowest cost, and minimize the casualties of soldiers as much as possible.
“When the Ilya Expeditionary Army arrives, see if you can get some Life Priests over here.”
With his status as a God-Given Earl, he should be able to “use his face” from Archbishop Yarbo and transfer some Life Priests to the Ninth Army.
“I didn’t feel anything about the war before, but now I suddenly feel the preciousness of Life Priests.”
Velen laughed at himself, leaned back, lay on the blanket, and muttered to himself, “After I go back, I still need to increase investment in the Priest Academy, and strive to equip each team of the troops dispatched from the Qixing Territory with a Life Priest when attacking the interlayer space.”
Velen has not yet explored that interlayer space, but the information obtained from the King of Wind Fairies shows that it is impossible to completely conquer this space without spending thousands of years.
Therefore, after this expedition, a thousand-year war between the Qixing Territory and that interlayer space will come.
“Marshal, Marshal Pragon requests an audience.”
Hearing this, Velen sat up, tidied up his somewhat messy clothes, and said in a deep voice, “Please invite Marshal Pragon in.”
“Yes.”
In less than a moment, a blue-haired middle-aged knight appeared in front of Velen.
“Marshal, good afternoon.” Pragon came to Velen, placed his right hand on his chest, and bowed his head. His etiquette was very well done, and no one could find any fault with it.
“Marshal Pragon, please sit down.”
Looking at the soft cushion behind him, Pragon was polite and then sat down.
“Marshal, I wonder what you have called me here for?”
“Marshal Pragon, I invited you here not for official business, but just because I wanted to chat with you.” Velen waved his hand to raise a light green magic shield to isolate internal and external prying.
Seeing this situation, Pragon already understood the purpose of the young marshal, who was less than a hundred years old, in looking for him.
“Lord Pragon,” Velen squinted his eyes slightly, with a hint of depth in his tone, “Do you know that when I met the Dawn Pope back then, I also met that important person?”
Pragon frowned almost imperceptibly, and a doubt arose in his heart, but he still maintained a gentle smile on his face, and replied in a steady voice, “Please enlighten me, Marshal.”
Seeing this, Velen raised the corners of his mouth slightly, seemingly with a hint of playfulness.
He opened his mouth, but did not make a sound, but silently mouthed a name.
Pragon’s gaze froze instantly, his pupils contracted sharply, and the shock in his heart surged like a tide.
“The Saint… it’s actually the Saint.”
After a moment of absent-mindedness, Pragon quickly restrained his emotions, the smile on his face disappeared without a trace, he lowered his head slightly, and said respectfully, “Lord Yongxi Knight, what are your orders?”
Looking at the change in the other party’s attitude, Velen’s smile deepened a bit, he waved his hand gently, and a soft Dou Qi gushed out from his fingertips, helping Pragon up, his tone was peaceful but unquestionable, “Lord Pragon, if I’m not mistaken, you should have a certain relationship with a certain legend.”
Pragon’s body stiffened slightly when he heard this sentence, but he quickly returned to calm, without the slightest concealment, he lowered his head and replied, “Lord Yongxi Knight, this subordinate has a marital relationship with Archbishop Adams.”
“Since that’s the case, then let’s not do these superficial things. I only have one request for you. During the war, during meeting decisions, I allow different voices, and I also allow you to object, but once the order is issued, you must execute it unconditionally. You should know what I’m talking about.”
“Yes, Lord Yongxi Knight,” Pragon replied.
He easily heard the implied meaning in Velen’s words.
