The Knights of Grace, holding aloft the banner of the Church, rode their horses down the dirt paths and headed straight in the direction of the castle of the Duke of Bemessi, unbeknownst to the White Knights.

"My lord, do you want to inform the White Knight?" The Black Butler stood in front of the door of the monastery, looking at the backs of the soon-to-be-departing Knights of Divine Grace, and one of his men emerged from a dark corner and spoke to him.

"No, he is just a servant of God, and the Lord God has his own arrangements." The black deacon did not worry about the safety of the white knight, for he the white knight was just a lowly servant, and no noble master would care about the life and death of the servant.

Duke Bermessi frowned, the serf rebels had attacked three times in a row that day, and although his city defense troops had repelled the serfs, fatigue was inevitable, and the feeling of being besieged was really bad.

"Father, hasn't the Holy Church felt my piety yet?" The Duke of Bemessi drank the wine from his glass, and he turned to the confessor behind him.

"Lord Duke, please be calm, your pious and holy church has heard, now you just need to wait quietly, the Lord God has his own arrangements." The confessor said calmly to the duke.

"Whew." The Duke of Bemessi glanced helplessly at the penitent priest, who had agreed to the church's eleventh tax, and even if he repented now, it would be useless.

"Glory to the Lord God." The Duke of Bemessi drew a sacred symbol in front of him with his hand, and the penitent priest extended his right hand to indicate that the Lord God had received this pious signal.

"Ping~~." Suddenly, the door of the hall was slammed open, and a courtier rushed in, looking very flustered, but with an ecstatic expression on his face.

"What's going on?" Duke Bemessi frowned and asked in a somewhat unpleasant tone.

"Lord Duke, please hurry up to the city wall, reinforcements are finally here." The courtier quickly knelt down on one knee, and he looked at the Duke and the Confessor, but his left hand pointed behind him, and he reported loudly to the Duke.

"What, are reinforcements coming?" When the Duke of Bemessi heard this, he blurted out in surprise, his direct army has been defeated, and the army of the vassals has not been mobilized, so the reinforcements in the courtier's mouth are undoubtedly sent by the church.

Led by the courtiers, the Duke of Bemessi and the Confessor Priest hurriedly climbed the city wall, while a group of civilians were cleaning up the battlefield and throwing the corpses of the enemy off the walls, and the bodies of their own side were pulled to the cemetery by carts and buried, so there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

"Look where." Holding on to the cold battlements, the courtier pointed to the southwest corner, where there was a winding path, which was usually a place for merchants and travelers, and which had been a wasteland, but had become a road because of the crowding.

"Ah~." The Duke of Bemessi looked at the courtier's fingers, and saw that there was a small black origin moving in the wasteland, but the banner of the leader could be faintly seen, with a golden pattern on a white background, which should be the symbol of the church.

"A knight of the Holy Church." A smile appeared on the corner of the Confessor's lips, and he straightened up to the Duke of Bemessi.

"The knights of the church, cai, are such people." The Duke of Bemessi was shocked, and he was disappointed to see the knights moving in the wasteland, and the Church had sent dozens of knights, and there were thousands of rebels outside the castle.

"Maybe the big army is behind!" The courtier opened his mouth and comforted Duke Bemessi.

"Hmm, really?" Duke Bemessi scratched his cheek suspiciously, and his brow furrowed again.

However, these dozens of knights did not attract the attention of the rebels at first, in fact, even if they did, they thought that this person was not their opponent at all, and the attention of the rebels was still on the castle. However, the failure of successive sieges, even if it is a fanatical worship of the white knight, will inevitably cause dissatisfaction.

"When will it be a head?" In the camp of the rebels, a big man with a white linen wrapped around his head stood up angrily and shouted loudly.

"That's right, isn't Lord White Knight the rightful king? Why, the duke still hasn't surrendered yet? ”

"Why don't the other nobles come to serve?"

"Aren't there any reinforcements?"

Many of the wounded soldiers in the camp were complaining and discussing, and even the officers with the white knights could not easily suppress them.

"Woo! What are you doing? Just when the injured man was still angry, he was suddenly splashed on his face by a jar of cold water, this sudden cold water made the big man soaked, he wiped a handful of water on his face, and yelled angrily at the girl in front of him.

"Calm you down." The barefoot, the girl in a fat serf skirt, said coldly to the injured man.

"I'm calm, but don't you have a father or brother to discipline you?" The big man glared at her and said.

"My father is a warrior of His Royal Highness the White Knight like you, and he is not as crooked as you." The girl raised her chin, not afraid of the big man who was stronger and taller than herself, and her face was covered with mud.

"Hmph, didn't your father tell you that a woman in the camp must never anger a man?" The eyes of the big man revealed ferocity, he was not a simple serf, he was originally just a ruffian when he heard about the riots here, and thought that he could make a profit, who expected that he would be led to attack the castle, fortunately his wit was grazed by an arrow in the head, so he quickly fell down and pretended to be dead, and returned to the camp when retreating.

"Camp woman, I, I'm not that kind of woman." The girl's face turned red when she heard this, she knew what the so-called camp women were, whenever the war began, there would be prostitutes to join the army, these women were called camp women, in fact, there were also prostitutes who tried to join in at the beginning, but they were blocked by the white knights, so most of them followed only the families of the serfs.

"That's the most boring thing about this army." The big man smiled evilly, he looked left and right, at this time there were either wounded soldiers or old and weak soldiers in the camp here, and no one could stop him, so he looked at the girl with bad intentions, stepped forward and pinched the girl's chin, and pasted it with his ugly face.

"You, what are you going to do?" The girl didn't expect the other party to be so shameless, she struggled to dodge, but there was no way at all, the big man's arms were as powerful as pliers.

"Hehe, of course it's for you to do what a woman in the camp should do." The big man stretched out his stinky tongue and licked the girl's neck, but he didn't expect that under the dirty face, the girl had milky white skin.