Lenia looked at the strange combination in front of her and furrowed her beautiful eyebrows slightly.

She got up early today to go to the barracks to complete the task assigned by the lord yesterday, but she was stopped halfway through, saying that an unknown intruder was trying to enter the forbidden area of the workshop.

But when she arrived at the workshop, she saw only two strange figures, one old and one young, and the key point was that the girl among them was ashamed to claim to be Her Royal Highness Agnes.

Although she didn't have the opportunity to meet the famous Holy Maiden of the Church of Light, few people on the mainland had the opportunity to see the true face of the Holy Maiden.

However, as far as she knew, the Holy Maiden Agnes was at least twenty-three years old, and could never be the little one in front of her.

The girl in front of her is too young, and whether she is an adult or not needs to draw a question mark.

Because of her perennial martial arts training, Lenia is very tall, slightly taller than ordinary men, and wears thick armor, compared to the girl who calls herself Agnes, she feels like a big bad wolf and a little white rabbit.

"You say your name is Agnes, Your Highness the Church of Light?"

She finally couldn't help but reconfirm the doubts in her heart.

The girl lifted her hood, revealing her beautiful face and long flaxen hair, but did not reply, but only kicked the mud in the ground with her toes in boredom, and seemed not interested in answering the easy answer again.

"Uh-huh...... You're the little girl of the Garde family, and you're doing well, so go and ask the lord of your family to come out and talk. ”

In the end, it was the old man who followed the girl who answered, but he was also a little unruly, as if the dozen or so soldiers around him and Lenia could not give him any oppression.

He was also dressed strangely, with a tattered armor all over his body, and a broken sword covered with rust that he used as a crutch to prop up on the ground, slightly hunched over.

One wonders if the way he fights is with the rusty sword in his hand or with a trip to the ground.

The gray hair and beard are also messy, and they are twisted together when they speak, which is very funny.

However, Lenia didn't dare to be careless at all, and casually underestimated them because of their appearance.

Although she couldn't feel the oppression of definite magic fluctuations or other forces from the two people in front of her, there was always a kind of qi that made her dare not act rashly.

As a Grand Knight, her foreknowledge of danger told her that she could not draw her sword easily, or she would probably be the one who died.

But on the other hand, as the guardian of the lord, it was impossible for her to let such an unidentified person, with an unknown purpose, and suspected of being extremely powerful, approach Duke.

So for a while, the confrontation between the two sides became a little tense, the atmosphere became extremely silent, and the soldiers around were moved by an indescribable pressure accumulating in their hearts.

"It's actually easy to meet the lord, and you don't need to come here. Besides, if Her Highness is here in person, it will be too late for us to welcome you, so please prove your identity, otherwise......"

After hesitating for a long time, Lenia gave an ultimatum and gently placed her right hand on the hilt of her sword, the threat in her eyes was already very obvious.

Even though her subconscious and intellect were telling her that it was impossible to defeat the two in front of her, her dignity as a knight and her loyalty to her lord gave her the courage to draw her sword.

The old man glanced at Lenia in some surprise, straightened his back slightly, but his face was full of meaningful smiles.

The girl stopped fiddling with the mud on the ground, gently brushed her hair, and narrowed her eyes slightly to stare at Lenia viciously.

"Very good, you ......"

"I'm sorry, I'm late, haven't you started a fight yet?"

Before the girl could say more, Duke ran out of the way and interrupted them anxiously.

Originally, he should have rushed to the scene a long time ago, but he was afraid that the garrison would not be enough, so he sent the guards who reported the news to the barracks to transfer troops, and did not ask where he stopped the intruder.

So in the end he had to ask the coachman to take him around the workshop, only to find Lenia confronting two people, an old man and a young man.

"Lord, be careful, the identities of these two are still uncertain. ”

When Lenia saw the lord coming, she breathed a sigh of relief and quickly took Dukla behind her and protected her tightly, making Duke feel quite helpless in front of the public.

"You're that unlucky Duke Fliv?"

"I'm Duke, but that unlucky bastard......"

Duke inexplicably looked at the girl in front of Lenia who pinched her waist with one hand and pointed at her nose with the other, and didn't understand that she wasn't angry yet, where did the other party get so angry.

"It's you! Less than half a month out of the house either encountered erosion or bumped into a cultist, what unlucky person in the world is like this, and this saint girl rushed from the west of the continent to the north of this bird does not to clean up the aftermath for you, do you know how disgusting it is to use a teleportation array!"

After receiving Duke's affirmative reply, the girl seemed to have a cathartic point for her accumulated emotions, and she muttered a large number of complaining words, which were very vulgar and completely incompatible with the saint.

Duke looked at her with a confused expression, and wanted to ask her if she was so resentful, shouldn't she complain to the person who sent her over? I didn't want you to come if I knew you were like this, are we very acquainted?

But looking at her menacing appearance, Duke still dismissed the idea of rebuttal, and was ready to wait until she came to settle accounts with her if she couldn't produce the documents to prove her identity.

"And this gorilla...... Hmmm......"

Click!

The girl's eyes grunted as she turned to Lenia, and her index finger unceremoniously shifted from Duke to her face.

As the word "gorilla" drifted to Duke's ears, he caught a glimpse of Lenia's short body, and her right hand, which had been resting on the hilt of the sword, was about to pull out the saber with force, and the dangerous sound of swallowing it out of the scabbard was unusually crisp.

So he hurriedly pressed her right hand, which was about to move, and the old man on the other side also covered the girl who was about to spit out more foul language, and smiled helplessly at Duke and Lenia: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, this aunt is used to being wild." ”

The girl shook off the old man's big hand, snorted twice, and looked at Lenia defiantly, but at last she stopped and said nothing.

Then she sneered and said, "Okay, don't you want to confirm my identity? ”

She ran her right hand into her left sleeve and threw a golden scroll-like object at Duke.

As soon as Duke stretched out his hand to take it, he instantly felt a majestic light power coming from above, warm and full of faint coercion.

His heart sank, feeling the power of light contained in it and the girl's fearless appearance, knowing that her identity could not be faked.

Unfolding the paper, which was made of specially made monster fur tanning, the golden name of "Agnes" and the special seal of the Church of Light and the Pope made Duke feel extremely glaring.