The withered trees stood listlessly at the entrance of the village, the sun was exceptionally hot this year, and many rivers in the entire Dias continent dried up, unfortunately this small mountain village was originally deviated from the river, and now the fields were dried up and cracked into countless pieces.

"Gotta get it." Five nobles dressed in bright clothes rode horses from the castle on the top of the hill along the mountain road to the mountain village, where there were serfs who had died of hunger and thirst, and the remains surrounded by swarms of flies, and the nobles could not help but cover their noses with handkerchiefs.

"What the hell is the gravedigger doing, what the hell is the gravedigger doing?" A young nobleman said disgruntly that gravediggers are the people in the realm who specialize in digging graves, and generally the lowliest and most useless people do this job.

"The gravedigger died last week." Another nobleman with a higher status hurriedly replied.

"Then find a new one, these serfs are like fleas that can't be killed, it doesn't matter how many die." The young nobleman said impatiently.

"It's the Steward."

The hanging copper plates in the village were runged, and the serfs heard the sound coming out of the shacks, and they saw the nobles in the center of the village in a daze.

"Your Excellency." The village elder trembled and bowed to the nobles, and greeted cautiously.

"Lord Earl asks you to pay the tax for the first half of the year, at least ten catties of oats, to feed the war horses of the Earl's stables." The young nobles covered their noses with handkerchiefs, and the serfs lived in low, damp shacks all year round and bathed infrequently, resulting in a strong stench.

"Honorable Lord Steward, we can't take out a grain of oats in our village, and this year's drought has caused the crops in the fields to wither, we must have offended the Lord God." The village elder said with a sad face.

"Nonsense, you lowly serfs must be hiding the grain." The other nobleman said angrily, the red mount under his crotch snorting irritably.

The village elder hurriedly explained to the nobles, but to no avail, the nobles seemed to believe that the serfs were hiding the grain, and the two nobles jumped off their horses, looked around and kicked the door of the serf's shack open and walked in.

"Gabi?" A peasant woman wearing a turban put her arm around her husband, and she looked up at her husband worriedly, while he licked his dry lips nervously.

The nobles were rummaging around, and the steward was a little impatient on his horse, he was the nephew of the Earl, and he would rather flirt with the beautiful lady-in-waiting in the castle than for the Earl's orders.

"Found it." Suddenly a nobleman came out of the shack with a small bag in his hand, and the deflated bag was held high by him.

"What is it?" The village elder looked at the bag in surprise, and his eyes fell on the villager Gabi, who was nervously holding his wife's hand.

The nobleman came to the steward, turned the bag over, and a handful of oatmeal grains shook out of it, and the village elder only felt the beads of sweat fall from his forehead, although such a little oatmeal was not enough to stuff his teeth, but it gave the nobles a mouth.

"It seems that you are really dishonest, and the fate of deceiving the Count is punishable, burning, burning down their houses." The young face of the chief steward contorted, and he commanded loudly with a fierce glint in his eyes.

"No, the Steward can't burn down the house." The village elders were in a hurry, and once the houses were burned, I don't know how many villagers would fall ill and die in the cold night wind.

"Burn." But the young steward paid no heed to the elder's pleadings, and the nobles immediately lit torches and lit them everywhere, smoke rose from the rooftops, and the villagers cried out in panic.

"No, no." Gabi tried to rush out to put out the fire, but was held back by his wife, who was no match for the armed aristocracy who resisted now.

Seeing the red flames rise, the steward smiled with satisfaction, and after warning the villagers again, he turned his horse's head and headed towards the castle, leaving only the villagers who hugged each other and wailed.

"Abominable nobles, abominable counts." Gabi clenched his fists and slammed them into the ground, his wife hugged his shoulders and wept, their last child had starved to death, and that mouthful of oats they had saved for the poor child had become an excuse for the nobles to burn down the village.

"When the jackal runs around the land and eats the good people, only a knight in white armor can maintain justice and peace, he will lead the good people to resist tyranny, and make the good people laugh ~~~~." At this time, an old voice sounded in the emotionally lost crowd, it was the voice of an old woman with a blank expression, her eyes looked at her rough hands blankly, the villagers knew that her family had died in the famine, and the old woman's consciousness was no longer clear.

"Why do you remember this ancient prophecy?" The village elder sighed, even he had lost hope of survival, but at this moment he heard a series of horses' hooves.

"Are the nobles back?" The villagers panicked, and they were not satisfied with burning down their village, but this time they were going to capture a few villagers and throw them into the dark and terrible dungeons of the castle?

Outside the village, however, was a different group of men, led by a rider whose face was covered in a white cloak and hood, followed by several men dressed as travelers.

"White, white knight?" The village elder saw the white knight at the head, and the ancient prophecy suddenly echoed in his mind for some reason.

"What's going on here?" Out of the group of travelers came a middle-aged man with brown hair, his appearance was very majestic, and his blue eyes were full of nobility.

Seeing this group of uninvited guests, the villagers were very alarmed, they didn't know if this was a robber attracted by the flames, but then they thought that there was nothing to rob here.

"Carlos." The white knight at the head called the name of the middle-aged rider, and the rider hurriedly came to his side respectfully, lowered his head and listened.

"Do you need help?" After saying goodbye to Carlos, the white knight took off his hood and revealed a handsome face, his golden hair wrinkled in the sun, and his eyes as blue as the ocean were very gentle, and he would feel intimate unconsciously.

"Oh, is this the legendary White Knight?" Looking at the angelic knight in front of them, the villagers looked at him with admiration, and at this moment it was as if the messenger of the Lord God came to them.