The white knight walked out of the big house, outside the house is the personal guard composed of mercenaries, compared to the serfs who volunteered to come, the combat power of the mercenaries is the guarantee of the combat effectiveness of the white knight army, but the mercenaries have a bad point, that is, loyalty, these soldiers who only recognize money are often despised by the nobles, in fact, this can not be blamed on the nobles, the battlefield defection or sitting on the ground is almost something that mercenaries often do.

"Your Excellency." Several mercenaries seated on the floor were talking to each other, wearing iron helmets with wide brimmes, old leather armor, and a halberd on their knees, and when they saw the White Knight approaching, they stood up and took off their hats to salute the White Knight.

"Hmm." The White Knight nodded to the mercenaries, and the strange thing was that these mercenaries seemed to have a lot of respect for the White Knight, which was beyond the relationship between the employer and the mercenary, which could be said to be extremely rare.

The White Knight continued to walk through the camp, not even a single retinue with him, which was extremely unusual, as any nobleman would walk around the camp with his own guards, partly to prevent assassinations by the enemy, and partly to warn his own soldiers who tried to take the general's head to ask for credit.

"Can there be trust between people?" The White Knight sometimes thinks that he is very tired, that he is an impostor, that he is manipulated like a puppet by the Church, that he has little to no one to trust, and that even Carlos is using him with ulterior motives.

"Ha~." The White Knight walked alone into the woods next to the house, his face raised and he looked at the sky through the gap in his helmet, sometimes wishing there was an Assassin who could cut off his head cleanly so that he would never have to sleep again.

"Whoa." At this moment, the white knight suddenly heard the sound of grass behind him, and he turned around with his well-trained hand resting on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

"Ahh Out of the grass came a dirty little boy with some dead wood branches in his arms, and the little boy was even more surprised when he saw the white knight appear.

"You are?" The White Knight let go of his hand, knowing that this could not be an assassin.

"White, White-sama." The little man pointed at the white knight excitedly, and the dead branch in his hand fell to his feet.

"What's going on?" The screams of the little boy caused a chain reaction, and many people sprung up from the woods, all of them poorly dressed serfs.

"Yes, it's Lord Bai." Like the little boy, the serfs were shocked when they saw the White Knight, but they quickly reacted and surrounded the White Knight with cheers.

"Lord Bai, did you come to see us specifically?"

"Lord White."

"Lord Bai, it is indeed the prophesied king, the real holy king."

The woods soon turned into a noisy bazaar, and the serfs looked at the White Knight with longing and awe, and they worshiped the White Knight irrepressibly.

The warm atmosphere made the White Knight a little surprised, he didn't expect that he was so welcomed and worshipped, he had to wave to everyone frequently, and every time he waved, it caused a wave of warm applause and cheers.

"Long live the true king~~."

An excited serf cheered loudly, and his cheers echoed everyone's hearts, and suddenly this slogan resounded in the sky.

"The real king?" The White Knight smiled bitterly in his heart, if these people knew that he was nothing more than an impostor, I am afraid that this cheer would become a cheer from under the guillotine.

The White Knight motioned to the crowd as he walked towards the large house, and the people naturally made way for him, Carlos heard the commotion outside, and immediately led several mercenaries to come, and the mercenaries used their spears and halberds to control the people who tried to approach the White Knight.

"Wow, is this our king?" Looking at the white knight's elegant figure and white armor, even if they couldn't see his face, the serfs were still excited that this was in line with the image of the real king in their minds.

"Hmph, what kind of king, what kind of king is it to leave his warriors and flee?" But at this moment, a crisp voice questioned, which surprised many people.

"Who is it, who is slandering our king." The serfs were furious, and they looked for each other, and soon a young girl was pushed out, and the person who pushed her was so rude that the girl fell to her knees in the mud.

"It's you." The white knight looked at the girl, and he recognized her at once, this is not the girl who caused his soldiers to kill each other, and later pleaded with the northern warriors.

"It's me." The girl's green eyes glared at the white knight, and the corners of her stubborn mouth twitched, and she said to the white knight.

"Kill her, she must be the Duke's spies." The serfs were extremely angry with this girl who dared to speak out, and the screams of killing were so loud that the girl's shoulders trembled, but she did not bow her head at all.

"Stop, she's a friend of mine, everybody be quiet." The white knight raised his hands and said to the serfs around him, as if by magic, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"You turned your back on the warriors who fought for you." The girl said to the white knight.

"Hmm." The white knight looked at the girl kneeling at his feet, and inexplicably thought of his sister, who was also a stubborn girl.

"Bold fellow, how dare you speak to Your Highness like this, someone will arrest her for me." Carlos instructed the soldiers impatiently.

"Wait a minute, you're right, I did leave the position under the Duke's castle." The White Knight raised his hand, and he said loudly.

"Wow~~." The White Knight's words caused the serfs to talk about it, and Carlos's face became a little bad, and even he didn't know why the White Knight told the truth.

"However, the brave warriors who held off the enemy were voluntary, and although I knew that I could not save their lives, whenever I tossed and turned, I could only kneel at the head of my bed and pray to the Lord to the souls of these brave warriors." The white knight clasped his hands together and made a prayer gesture.

"Oh, oh, what a merciful, what a pious Highness." The serfs all had happy expressions on their faces, and if they could be prayed for by the prophesied king, they would surely ascend to heaven even if they died!

"But, but~." The girl still wanted to defend herself, but she didn't know where to start.

"Enough, are you going to say that the dead warriors are meaningless? Are you insulting their fighting spirit and soul? Carlos stepped forward, pulled the girl up, and said sternly to her.

"Me." The girl was speechless by Carlos's words, and she had to keep her mouth shut, and at this time, the praise of the white knight sounded around her.