Duke Habs's brows involuntarily furrowed slightly, judging from the duke's knowledge, there was only one explanation for the situation in front of him - trouble came.

Judging from the frightened and relieved look of the captain of the city defense team after seeing this young officer, and the undisguised admiration in the eyes of the surrounding city defense soldiers, this young officer's identity is obviously quite unusual.

Who is he? Duke Habs began to spin his brain at high speed, recalling the information he had learned in the carriage along the way.

After coldly glancing at the Duke and the royal knights behind him, the young officer said to the Duke of Habs without the slightest expression: "What about your proof?" ”

"Proof?" Duke Habs smiled slightly, and suddenly asked, "Your Excellency should be Captain Foster, the first general under the command of General Beedrins of the Knights of the Wings of Light, right?" ”

Duke Habs was not wrong at all, the man in front of him happened to lead his troops to routinely inspect the gates of the city nearby, and after receiving the news, he hurried to the east gate was none other than the first captain of the Knights of Lightwings, Foster.

Foster's eyes froze slightly, and he repeated again with an expressionless face: "Since you said that you are the messenger, then take out your proof, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." ”

By the time he had said the last word, Foster's hand had already rested on the scabbard at his waist.

This movement apparently sent some kind of signal, and almost all of the Lightwing Knights beside Foster drew their weapons at the same time, and the soldiers defending the city immediately raised their short crossbows.

Not only that, but the royal knights who were still outside the city could also find that there were many more soldiers on the wall above their heads, all of whom were holding longbows and sharp arrows on the strings, aiming straight at the heads of the royal knights.

Most of the passers-by who were still watching with interest screamed in an uproar, and only a few who were not afraid of death stood far away on the street corner, wanting to see what would happen next.

Duke Habs calmly glanced at the short crossbow that was close at hand, in the hands of the captain of the garrison.

Well, it's already winded, and it looks like it can shoot at any time.

So he raised his right hand: "Don't act rashly. ”

The Duke said this to the hundred royal knights behind him.

The royal knights, who had been in a bit of a commotion, quickly calmed down after receiving orders from Duke Habs.

Foster, who was sitting on the horse, saw all this, and subconsciously grasped the handle of the knife at his waist with his right hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"These subordinates of yours are very good, and they seem to have seen a lot of blood on the battlefield."

Surprisingly, it was not Duke Habs who said that, but Foster.

So these "have seen a lot of blood" of course do not refer to the soldiers of the Knights of the Wings of Light around Foster, but to the hundred royal knights behind Duke Habs.

But it is well known that the royal knights often have the nickname "Royal Guard of Honor", which is intended to make fun of the fact that these tall and mighty knights spend half of their day training their posture and pace, and do not bother with combat drills at all.

Such a soldier who can only be used to decorate the façade at the celebration ceremony and military parade, and has almost no chance to set foot on the battlefield, can be regarded as a vase, how can he "see a lot of blood"?

Duke Habs had a look of surprise on his face and gave Foster a deep look.

The Duke suddenly realized that he seemed to underestimate the look in the officer's eyes.

The Duke of Habs did not continue to speak, but took out a beautiful-looking piece of parchment from his bosom and gestured to Foster.

The parchment, of course, soon found itself in Foster's possession.

Forster read the parchment carefully, and was sure that it was indeed from the Empress of the Empire, and that it was indeed the same as the Duke of Habs had said.

In fact, even without this parchment, Foster could have seen that the Duke of Habs and the hundred royal knights behind him were genuine, because such a team could not be faked.

Speaking of which, it mainly depends on temperament.

Forster solemnly handed the parchment back into the hands of the Duke of Habs, but did not have any intention of giving way: "Since you have proof, why didn't you show it to the captain who was in charge of guarding the door?" ”

Duke Habs smiled slightly and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I forgot." ”

The eyes of the two men met, and there seemed to be some sparks in the air that were crackling and colliding.

The atmosphere became even more tense, frozen to the point of almost suffocation.

After a while, Foster snorted coldly and slowly released his right hand holding the handle of the knife: "You can go in, but these hundred knights can't enter the city." Not only were they not allowed to enter the city, but they had to stay at least ten miles away from the city gates. ”

Duke Habs shook his head lightly with a look of regret on his face: "Is this the hospitality of the Holy See, dear General Foster?" ”

"I'm not a general, and there's no bullshit hospitality here," Forster sneered, and gripped the handle of his knife again with his right hand, "It's an order, Lord Duke." ”

"Okay, order." Duke Habs spread his hands: "But if I don't have a single royal knight by my side, then who will keep me safe in the Holy See?" ”

A glint flashed in Foster's eyes: "I." ”

The Duke of Habs once again showed a look of surprise: "You? ”

"That's right." Foster stared at Duke Habs like a ferocious hungry wolf staring at his prey: "During your stay in the Holy See, Lord Duke will lead the team to take care of your safety. ”

Duke Habs was dumbfounded, and after a moment he turned around and waved at the royal knights behind him: "You also heard Captain Foster's words, do so." ”

The obedient formation of a hundred royal knights reversed their formation and slowly left the city gates, leaving only Duke Habs and his carriage.

"Wait," Forster called to Duke Habs, who was about to get into the carriage, and then stretched out his hand to the coachman, who had been sitting in the driver's seat of the carriage, "The coachman must leave too." ”

Duke Habs couldn't help but laugh, and a spark flashed faintly in his eyes: "Could it be that Captain Foster wants me to drive by myself?" ”

Foster turned over and dismounted, his expression calm: "I'll drive." ”

Once again, Duke Habs's face showed a look of surprise, his mouth opened, but in the end he slipped straight into the carriage, leaving only three words for Foster.

"Go to the Sacred Palace."

Foster sat in the driver's seat of the carriage with a blank face, and picked up the whip that had just been in the driver's hand.

"Smack!" The whip exploded in the air.