I Like This Dream!

While Eve Stewart was busy writing letters and Anna Sullivan was still asleep, the Wengaro Defense Line was busy.

Contrary to the summer break at Thebes Defense Line, which was leisurely enough to give the garrison a holiday, the summer in Wengaro was filled with the blood of strange beasts and garrison troops. At the junction of summer and autumn in previous years, the Wenjialuo Defense Line had just ended the annual beast tide. The border troops breathed a sigh of relief from the slowly decreasing number of alien attacks and began to look forward to the slowly getting colder weather. As the town closest to the defense line, Ashwood Town will also be lively.

But it should never be as lively as it is now, especially this year.

The once-in-a-decade tide of beasts has just swept through the Wenjialuo defense line. It came with ferocity, but it took its time to leave. It is said that the soil on the defense line is stained red with blood, and the merchants are busy. The caravans that left at the end of summer in previous years left early. The timid people left for their lives and never returned. The bold speculators came and went, hoarding Selling a large number of exotic animal products, even the crystal cores are placed on the street. The quantity of goods has increased significantly, but the population at the border has dropped significantly. The Wenjialuo border army has been severely weakened, and all available reserve troops have been replaced. It is not an exaggeration to say that the villages and towns near the defense line are empty out of ten houses.

Ashwood Town is filled with bustling crowds of people, most of whom are young adults, but only a small part of the northern locals who have the tradition of growing beards. The men, dressed in uneven clothing, didn't know each other but couldn't help but talk to each other in a variety of accents while waiting in line. They are all here for one reason: Prince Ronald's recruitment order.

Hank was one of them. He stood in line, stamping his feet and rubbing his hands, trying not to tremble. He was a Southerner through and through, and he only wore a thin short-sleeved shirt. He never expected that this damn place would be so cold at the turn of summer and autumn. The group he lined up was much smaller because this was not a place where soldiers were recruited but knights. The team next to them crowded together noisily. Hank grasped the hilt of the iron sword at his waist. While scorning these uneducated guys, he secretly hoped that the team here would also be crowded together to keep him warm.

"It's really cold here, isn't it?" He turned around and spoke to the person behind him. Behind him was a bear-like man with a beard that reached his chest and a shiny head. He was also wearing short sleeves - maybe middle sleeves, but this guy was made into short sleeves. The bearded man glanced at him, snorted from his nose, and said, "Is this called cold? Pampered Southern guy."

Hank was very unhappy. A bitter sarcasm went through his mind, and his eyes turned to the other person: the shiny scalp was engraved with tattoos, and he belonged to a barbarian tribe in the north; the muscles were thorny, and the fingers were thick, and the wooden handle of the body was poked out to see. It looked like an axe; the defenders maintaining order not far away laughed cooperatively. The bearded man glanced at Hank with a sneer, turned to talk to the person behind him, and met the defender's eyes. They were obviously familiar with each other. The strong dragon could not suppress the local snake, so Hank turned back angrily and secretly cursed the Yankees hundreds of times.

"It is indeed much colder in the north than in the south," a gentle voice interrupted, "I was also freezing when I first came to the north. If you don't mind, please use my cloak for emergencies."

Hank raised his head and found that the person in front turned sideways and handed him a cloak. He was a young man about the same height as Hank (only an inch or two shorter than Bear Man), with blond hair and blue eyes. He had a dignified appearance and a smile that appealed to the omega. Hank hurriedly thanked him and put the cloak over himself. The material of the cloak was quite good. As soon as Hank touched it, and then scanned the opponent's leather armor, scabbard, and outfit, he immediately knew that the opponent was not comparable to the second son of a down-and-out nobleman like himself.

"Thank you so much!" He expressed his gratitude while vomiting bitterness. "For a country bumpkin like me who has never left the south, I wouldn't have come to the north to suffer hardship unless I was too poor to survive! Are you also from the south?"

"Born near Abori." The young man nodded.

"Abori? Yeah, that's a big city!" Hank praised, "There are countless stone bricks, exquisite houses, and extremely good order. For such an amazing warrior like you, the city lord didn't leave you there. ?"

"Don't take it seriously. How did you see that I am a great warrior?" The young man was so praised that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"It can be seen from the way you stand." As he spoke, Hank imitated the other person's example and stood up straight. Unfortunately, he looked a bit...not grand enough. When he stood up straight, he looked like a villain. "Most people don't stand like this. , the hanging position of your scabbard is just right, and you can draw the sword at any time. With all due respect, I accidentally touched your hand when I was taking the cloak just now, and you still have calluses on your fingers from drawing the bow all the time!"

The young man showed a surprised expression, and Hank made an exaggerated aristocratic salute.

"I'm not boasting, don't look at me like this, my eyes are quite good." He said with some pride, "I said you are an amazing warrior, but that is not a compliment. Let me tell you, the head that made you run outside It was your fault."

Why are people like this here? Hank was really surprised by this. As the second son of a down-and-out nobleman, he could not inherit the title or most of the property. As soon as his father died, his brother kicked him out early. He traveled around and grew into a person who was very good at judging situations. It can be seen from the blond young man's stance that he is no mere showman with a good physique (many aristocratic idiots can't even hold a sword, and Hank is happy to take advantage of them when they are alone), his outfit and gentle conversation It can be seen that at least he has noble parents. With these two things, even as a beta, it is enough to find a good position in the local area. Why bother to come and squeeze with them.

Prince Ronald's recruitment order states that there are no restrictions on origin or gender for recruitment to the Border Army, only approximate age (from after gender differentiation to before being too old to run/raise a sword); candidates for the Knights are only required to account for "one's status" One of "alpha" and "noble birth" does not require formal knight training (that is, being taught by a formal knight as a knight's squire for many years). After passing the test, you can become a member of the Glory Knights. In the past, when the official army only accepted alphas or people with special abilities, and the knights only accepted aristocratic alphas, Hank, as a beta, had no chance to try his luck.

Suddenly there was a burst of laughter behind him. Hank took a step back cautiously and then looked back. He saw the bearded man pointing at the blond young man in disbelief and shouting: "Amazing warrior? Are you blind? That's an omega! Fuck, omega How did you get in?"

His voice stopped half of the people in the square, half of the noise immediately stopped, and the other half also inexplicably closed their mouths due to the suddenly lowered volume. In the bustling square, suddenly there were only whispers, and everyone's eyes were focused here.

"His Royal Highness the Prince's recruitment order does not prohibit omegas from participating." The young man said calmly.

With a bang, all the sounds came back, louder than before, as if someone had poked the honeycomb. Hank was stunned, never expecting that this was what he missed.

Betas are not sensitive to the smell of gender, but alpha and o have alpha temperament, wear light clothes that facilitate movement, are strong, tall and aggressive; omegas are gentle and delicate, short, and have a strong physique when accompanied by long skirts, perfume and children. Either petite or plump, it has nothing to do with "strong" or "warrior" anyway. You said the warrior in front of you is an omega? You might as well say Hank is an omega!

"Everyone is dead?" The bearded man shook his head and looked from head to toe with his eyes. The omega, who was completely unlike an omega, remained unmoved and just replied calmly: "I'm here to compete for a spot to join the Knights of Glory, just like you guys."

The bearded man looked at him with wide eyes and laughed wildly with his companions behind him. "He...he said he wanted to join the Knights!" They laughed so hard that they were out of breath. "And yet, he was 'like us'! Hahahahaha! Listen! Omega! Go back and breastfeed the child!"

This was a serious offense, enough for the o relative to demand a duel. But it was obvious that this young man came alone without any companions, and Hank had wisely stepped aside to protect himself. There were enough idle people gathered in the recruitment square. These guys who came to try their luck and work for their lives were laughing indiscriminately, but the center of their conversation was always expressionless, as if they were looking at a group of bored urchins.

A rocket shot up into the sky, scattering sparks in the sky. "Quiet!" the guards shouted in unison. The crowd in the square branched into a lane, and a knight in armor walked over with a stern face. The bearded group saluted hurriedly, obviously recognizing the badge on his armor.

This is a member of the Knights of Glory, an alpha noble elite who enjoys the power of "can only be judged by the head of the Knights" and "kill civilians first and then punish them".

"What's going on?" he asked with a frown.

"Sir," the most eloquent of the bearded group said, "there's an omega sneaking in here."

"Omega?" The knight frowned and looked at the young man aside, and immediately smelled his gender. "His Royal Highness Prince Ronald will ensure the stability of Wengaro's defense line. You should go back. Sir, the battlefield is not an omega." The right place to be.”

"I inherited my father's title of baron. According to the request of His Highness the Prince, I am qualified to compete for the position of the Knights of Glory." The omega said neither arrogant nor humble, "His Royal Highness the Prince once said that at this critical moment of life and death, omega, Non-nobles and even sinners with bad deeds can contribute to the defense of Armonan. If this is true, I have come to the right place."

The whispers that had been ringing around from time to time stopped, and everyone pricked up their ears, wanting to hear the knight's answer. They didn't try their luck in previous years because the conditions were not up to standard. Not only does the recruitment order not limit gender and origin, promising money and status, it also declares that the past of the recruits will be forgotten and that sinners who sincerely repent will be protected. Alphas from civilians, betas from nobles, and wanted ex-criminals have gathered for this purpose. If Prince Ronald regrets, these desperate guys will have to make a fuss.

The knight's frown deepened, realizing that changing his words without authorization would dishonor his lord's reputation. Who expected this to happen? To be precise, what His Royal Highness the Prince said at the time was "Anyone can try, even an omega" - you said "Any reinforcements are welcome, even if there is only one person", it does not mean that you are really happy that there is only one reinforcement!

Since the defense line recruitment, only alpha and beta have been present. If an omega with his own capital is in trouble, there are obviously safer ways to get money, so why bother coming to the dangerous border? It has long been common sense that omegas stay away from the battlefield. Although the knights do not think that it will be bad luck for omegas to come near the military camp like some places, they still feel that those guys staying on the battlefield will only cause trouble.

The knight glanced at Omega unhappily and said coldly: "Everyone has a chance, which does not mean that the Knights recruit everyone. If anything happens during the selection process, it will be your own responsibility."

"Thank you for your answer." The young man said politely, "I'm ready."

Before the knight said anything, the bearded man was already angered by these overestimating words. Let an omega draft with him? This is a complete insult! "No need to bother! My lord!" he shouted, "let me, Quick, send this cousin home!"

"Discourteous!" the knight squire scolded, not because of what the other party said, but because a mere civilian interrupted in front of the knight. The bearded man quickly lowered his head, his whole body bent in a hurry that made the knight decide not to argue with him. He looked at the omega again and saw that he looked calm and calm, without any panic.

The knight changed his mind.

It would be better for this arrogant omega to be beaten back than to die on the defensive line. The knight thought kindly and nodded.