After laughing at the main god that the White Knight believed in, the Berserker looked at him proudly, hoping that the proud White Knight would refute himself, although he joined the White Knight's army as a mercenary, but the northern warriors had their own religious beliefs, and they thought that the southern gods were too weak.

"Our God may seem weak to you, but don't forget that it is He who unites us all." The White Knight was silent for a moment, then said to the Berserker.

"Solidarity? Ha, only the flock will be crowded together. The berserker sneered.

"But it is the Lord God who gives them the courage to face death." The White Knight stood up, and he pointed to the serfs who had left their families and walked into battle with a stick in their hands, and said to the berserkers.

The White Knight's words silenced the berserker, which was exactly what he didn't understand, the god of the northerners was the sacred god of war, and he promised every brave warrior to enter the temple after death, drink and fight with the heroes of ancient times, but there was no need to worry about death, because the warriors who died in the temple would immediately be resurrected and drink again, and so on.

"But what are these ordinary farmers fighting?" The berserker looked at the battlefield with some doubts, and the serfs who had no combat training and basically did not have any armor on their bodies were actually dying like northern warriors, which made him puzzled.

"Faith." The White Knight said loudly from his mask.

At this time, the sun shone through the branches and leaves of the trees, and his armor seemed to be plated with a layer of gold, and he looked like a holy god, and the peasant women, the old people, and the children who were praying in the rear all showed surprised and delighted expressions when they saw this scene.

"Wow, our king!"

"The Lord God has blessed us."

"Please bring peace, abundance and health to the world."

"Sure enough, your lord is our true king."

The family members of the serfs looked at the white knight and were convinced that they were following a truly legitimate king, which made the serfs who had been struggling to live at the bottom seem to see hope.

"My lord, it seems that we will not be able to break the castle today." Carlos dragged his tired body towards the White Knight, the duke's castle was so strong that even if the serfs did not want to attack, they only filled in the trenches, leaving more than a hundred corpses under the walls.

"Don't panic, I didn't plan to storm the castle in the first place." At this moment, the White Knight walked into the white tent he had set up in the forest clearing, and he stood inside and said to Carlos.

"Is that so? It's a pity, if we had more elite warriors, or skilled craftsmen to make engineering weapons, maybe ~~. Carlos shook his head regretfully and said.

"We can't afford to waste our elite soldiers here, especially since that's not our goal." The White Knight picked up the flask and poured Carlos a glass of ale, which was bitter but perfect for Carlos, who was thirsty, and drank it all in one gulp.

"However, I am still curious about what we are aiming for, if we can control the castle of Bemessi, then the entire duchy will be subjugated to our feet, so it will be more advantageous to gather soldiers to go north to fight the usurper." Carlos put down his glass and said to the White Knight with a sigh.

“。。。。。。” But the White Knight didn't speak, he was silent.

"Ha, it seems that this plan is very secretive, understand that I am a knight and will obey your orders." Carlos smiled self-deprecatingly, bowed to the White Knight, and respectfully exited the tent.

When Carlos left, the floor in a corner of the White Knight's tent moved, but the White Knight was not surprised or surprised, and when the turf was uncovered, a clergyman emerged from it.

"It's damp and smelly." The deacon who came out of the tunnel complained and patted the dust on his body, he didn't care about the white knight in the slightest, as if the real owner of the white knight standing in the tent was nothing more than an inanimate object.

"Lord Deacon." But after the White Knight appeared, he knelt down obediently.

"You did a good job, I didn't expect you to be able to gather such a large army, haha, I'm afraid His Majesty the Pope will be surprised!" The deacon stood in front of the White Knight with a smile and said to him.

"It's all in accordance with the commands of the Holy Church." The white knight bowed his head and said respectfully to the deacon.

"Well, hold on, and soon the Duke of Bemessy will surrender, and then you will be considered a meritorious service." The deacon said to the White Knight.

"Thank you, Lord Deacon, if you can grant me a request after the matter is successful." The White Knight pleaded from his visor through his mask.

"You have overstepped, don't forget that you are just a low-ranking servant of the Holy Church, let you do whatever you want, there is no room for bargaining, do you think that the Holy Church is a merchant chamber of commerce?" The deacon squinted dissatisfiedly at the White Knight and said to him.

"No, don't dare." The White Knight lowered his head, his nervous tone trembling.

"Hmph, I don't dare to miss you, by the way, I haven't seen your face for a long time, take it off!" A strange look appeared on the deacon's face, and his eyes narrowed, and the white knight hesitated, reached out and removed his helmet, his long golden hair flowing down his shoulders like a waterfall.

"Whew."

"Ah, no matter how many times you watch it, you will feel refreshed, it's really beautiful, in this filthy world, there is still such beauty, tsk." The deacon's eyes seemed to be seduced by a sinful banshee, and he couldn't take his eyes off the white knight's face, and he couldn't help but reach out and hold his face, and the touch made him tremble.

The white knight's brows furrowed, and the touch of the deacon's sweat-stained hand made him feel sick to his stomach, but he desperately suppressed the feeling in his heart, trying to imagine himself as a wood, yes, a wood without any feelings and feelings, only in this way could he keep himself from vomiting on the spot.

"Hehe, after this mission is completed, follow me back to the Holy City, I will take good care of you, and I won't let you take any risks, haha." The deacon pressed his face between the white knight's shoulder blades and face, greedily inhaling the scent of his body while his hands touched the white knight downward.

"Thank you, Lord Deacon." The white knight bit his red lip, his body trembling slightly, but it seemed to the deacon that it was a trembling of excitement, which made his mood surging even more.