When he heard that the villagers had no food left, and that their houses had been burned down by the nobles, the White Knight felt very sympathetic and immediately asked his companions to take out their own food and distribute it to the villagers.

"Thank you, my honorable man." With tears in his eyes, the village elder felt that the white knight in front of him was a real angel who had come to save their poor people.

"May the Lord God grant you peace." The white knight got off his horse, walked up to the villagers, stretched out his hands, and said in a kind and gentle voice.

"Oooo The villagers sighed with emotion, and they felt a spiritual power that they had never felt before, like a seed that sprouted in the spring.

"My lord, it's time for us to go." At this time, the White Knight's companion said to him that they could not seem to stay in one place for long.

The White Knight nodded, and as he turned to leave, the villagers were in an uproar, and together they stepped forward to block the White Knight's way, the White Knight's face showed a look of surprise, and his companions nervously rested their hands on the hilt of their swords at their waists.

"You must be the prophesied White Knight, right?" Gabi stepped forward excitedly, he carefully studied the face of the white knight, such a handsome and noble face, it must be the prophecy of the white knight who can lead them to a peaceful and prosperous life.

"Hmm." The White Knight didn't admit it, but he didn't deny it either, he looked at his companions and motioned for them to relax.

"It must be, he must be the legendary White Knight." The villagers cheered, they longed for a heroic leader, and the oppression of the nobles had overwhelmed them.

"I don't know who the White Knight you are talking about, but I have the noblest bloodline in this kingdom." The White Knight pursed his lips as he looked over the heads of the villagers and at the vast expanse of land.

The White Knight's words once again dispelled the villagers' concerns, and they immediately knelt on the ground and swore allegiance to the White Knight, willing to become his vassals, asking for nothing but fairness and justice.

The Count of the castle was so angry that he called his nephew to his side, and the young nobleman, who was the head of the Count's court, had a very ugly face, and they did not discuss matters in the hall of the lord, and the Count stood in the cloister and cursed on his face.

"The oats in my stable have bottomed out, my dear nephew, are you going to let me feed the horses with my own pillow?" The Count said to his nephew with a gloomy face.

"I'm sorry, Lord Count." The young steward lowered his head, and he also held a fire in his heart, but he did not expect that after burning down the houses of the villagers, those people did not pay the oats on time, and it was no wonder that the earl, who felt sorry for the horses in his stable, would be furious.

"As a young man, I'm willing to forgive you for making a few mistakes, but don't let me down too much, or you're ready to leave the castle and find a job on your own!" The two red whiskers curled under the earl's lips, and he said sternly to his nephew.

"I, I'll do it this time." Listening to the Count's words, the young steward turned pale with fright, and in the castle there was a warm fireplace and sumptuous food, and occasionally a beautiful maid to warm the bed, and if he was expelled from the Count's castle, then he could only seek a sheltered eaves on an endless journey, wet his body with the cold rain, and tread on the muddy roads to become a wandering nobleman to try his luck around.

The young steward hurriedly saluted the Count and turned to leave, and as he stepped out of the cloister, the Count's voice rang in his ears.

"Don't be merciful this time, don't hang a few serfs, they won't learn to be well-behaved."

The iron fence of the castle was raised, the wooden drawbridge was slowly lowered, Peng's drawbridge was built on the deep trench, a series of horses' hooves sounded, the young chief steward led twenty-two retinues this time, including five nobles, five light cavalry and twelve sergeants, in fact, in his opinion, it was enough to bring five nobles, but this time he wanted to teach the villagers a lesson, so he brought a little more people.

Once again, the village was greeted by the nobles of the castle, and the young steward rode over the village, the burned shack half collapsed, and the blackened roof silently spoke of the majesty of the nobility.

"Hmph, knock on the copper plate and let this group of Diao people gather." The young steward, hunched over in satisfaction, wearing a piece of chain mail and a clean smock, with a red cloak hanging behind him, said to one of his attendants.

"Yes, sir." The attendant hurriedly jumped from his horse, and strode to the crooked neck tree tied at the entrance of the village, where a copper sheet was hung from a thick linen rope.

But just as the attendant took the stick and was about to ring the brass so that the villagers could gather here, before the brass could be struck, the villagers poured out from all directions, and they slowly gathered in front of the young nobleman, which surprised the young steward, and he exchanged a look with his attendants.

The villagers gathered, but no one spoke, they just looked directly at the young steward who was riding on his horse.

"You people, these people, the merciful and generous Earl has forgiven you for a long time, but you don't know what to do, and dare not pay the oats." The young steward always felt that there was something wrong with the eyes of these serfs, but he couldn't tell that there was anything wrong there, but the reserve of the nobles still made him say loudly.

As he spoke, the villagers remained silent, save for the rustle of the wind through the woods beside the village, which angered the young steward, who he thought was flouting his authority.

"Abominable fellows, do you think that the benevolent Earl will not punish you? Then you are wrong, never challenge the authority of the nobility, never. The young steward thundered on his horse, and immediately motioned to his attendant, who immediately took a roll of thick linen rope from behind his horse, and then went under the crooked neck tree and threw it vigorously, and the rope hung down through the thick branches of the crooked neck tree, and the attendant immediately tied the rope in a knot.

Seeing the nobleman's actions, the villagers began to talk in a low voice, buzzing, they already knew that the nobleman wanted to hang a few villagers to make an example, seeing the villagers talking in a low voice, the young manager smiled proudly, he knew that this method was very effective.

"You, you, and you." He straightened up and raised his hand to the crowd, and with the movement of his fingers, several strong sergeants rushed forward to prepare, grabbed and dragged out the people who were named by the chief, while the villagers were in an uproar, they tried to pull their people back, and a fierce clash broke out between the two sides, although the sergeants were strong, but the villagers were a little more numerous.

"Damn bastards, the troublemakers are killed on the spot." The young steward was finally enraged, and he jerked out the sword at his waist, and the sleek sword came out of its sheath with a crisp sound of scandium.

"Roar, roar, roar." When the sergeants heard the order of the commander, they immediately held their pointed shields in their left hands, and their spears rested on top of the shields, and they formed a shield wall close to each other, and the nobles drew their swords, and the hussars put their spears under their armpits and made the gesture of charging at any time.

"Whoosh~~." But just then, an arrow flew out from between the village huts and shot over the heads of the people and directly at the young governor.

"Ah~~." The young steward was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, he did not expect to be attacked, and fell from his horse at once, and his mount ran out with a neighing of the Gray Rhythm, which immediately caused a great confusion on his side, and the sergeants who formed the shield wall did not know what was happening behind them, and the noble companions hurriedly came to the rescue, and the light cavalry was overwhelmed without orders.

"Kill~~." Then several cavalrymen rushed out from both sides of the village, brandishing their swords and charging into the queue of the chief.

The serfs also pulled out their pitchforks from the thatched piles of the shacks on both sides and attacked the sergeants one after another, and the sergeants who were attacked on both sides had to passively parry.

"Wow." Suddenly, a tall man with a tomahawk in his hand rushed towards the sergeants, his face was smeared with blue dye into terrible lines, his shirtless upper body was covered with muscles, his height was about 1.8 meters, and the double-sided tomahawk in his hand was heavy, and he slashed at the shield.

"Peng, ah~~." The sergeant who was hit flew out with his shield and a large hole in the originally solid shield wall.