When the cavalry rushed into the Ammar position, the whole battle turned from a clear confrontation to a melee, with the officers and knights in command no longer able to control their armies, and the warring warriors turned into a melee.

"Kill~~." Ken's voice came from the center of the vortex of the melee, and he raised his sword high to slash left and right, his heroic gesture inspiring the other cavalry to fight.

"Where did these cavalrymen come from, and how difficult they could be?" Nasser had returned to Haradin's side, sweating profusely as he held his scimitar and spoke to Haradin in a fit of rage.

"It's a pity that we didn't bring camel cavalry, otherwise we would have been able to defeat them." Haradin said regretfully that the most commonly used restraint cavalry in the Kingdom of Amar was the camel cavalry, and the mounts of the camel cavalry would emit a bad and pungent smell, and the war horses would go crazy uncontrollably once they smelled it.

"Don't talk about this, what should I do now?" Of course, Nasser knew how powerful the camel cavalry were, but it was impossible to bring the camels from the desert to the sea.

"Retreat, since it is impossible to win, there is no need to continue." Haradin thought that the odds were not good, so he suggested to Nasser.

"Hmm." Nasser also hesitated, this group of Amar warriors was brought by him who had managed to cross the sea, and he was very sad to lose one.

Ignas in the manor looked at the cavalry that suddenly appeared, he was stunned at first, but when he saw Bruce, he immediately understood that this was Glinton's reinforcements, and the people in the manor immediately cheered, but Ignath was still a little worried, because the fierce attack of the Amar people left a deep impression on Ignas, and he didn't know if this group of cavalry could defeat the Amar mercenaries.

"Boom~~." Until Ken led the noble cavalry into the Amar position, the might of the cavalry brought confidence to the people of the manor, and it seemed that the cavalry brought by Bruce was very reliable.

"Master, shall we go out and help?" The servants of the manor held their weapons in their hands in fear and asked Ignas.

"Let's take a look!" Ignas smacked his mouth, he took off his helmet, wiped the sweat on his face with his sleeve, the battle just now was with a blood to protect his homeland, at this time the blood qi receded, he looked at the fierce Amar people outside, and his heart was still timid.

However, suddenly four horsemen appeared at the gate of the manor, and it was Bruce who came to the manor with his light cavalry, and he raised his head and shouted to the Grinton soldiers on the manor.

"Open the door, I'm Bruce."

"Oh, it's the Baron."

"Open the door." When the Greenton mercenaries saw Bruce, they happily opened the door to the manor and let Bruce ride into the manor.

Just as Bruce entered the manor with the cavalry, a carriage entered the town under the castle of Duke Bemessi, and in the carriage sat the silver-haired Roderick, who closed the book in his hand and looked out the window, on the muddy ground of the town, busy townspeople were trampling on the mud, and a group of hungry orphans ran through the market, and when the baker was not looking, reached out and stole a piece of bread, behind him the baker brandished a rolling pin and cursed.

"Yu~~." The carriage slowly stopped in front of the church in the center of the town, which was made of wood, and on the stone steps stood two young deacons with shaved Mediterranean hair, listlessly holding books in their hands, and pious old women with their daughters or daughters-in-law came to the bottom of the steps, begging for the blessings of the deacons.

"Smack." The carriage door opened, and the silver-haired Roderick walked down with a book in his hand, his boots stomped on the muddy ground, and the mud splashed on the boots, and the silver-haired Roderick's brow furrowed.

"Bell~~." At the same time, a crisp and loud bell rang out, and the church bells were said to delight the Lord God and the messengers of heaven.

The silver-haired Roderick walked to the foot of the church steps, and the two were casually stretching out their hands to bless the poor women, and they were stunned when they saw Roderick's appearance, and then looked at each other.

"Who is it?"

"Wait a minute, the church is not open today, you can come tomorrow!" One of the young deacons reached out to stop Roderick, who knew that the church would be closed on a particular day, supposedly to allow the monks to meditate and pray.

"What about your bishop?" Roderick didn't stop and looked up to the two young deacons.

"Looking for the bishop, who the hell are you?"

"Is the Bishop something you can see casually?" The young deacon looked at Roderick with contempt, the bishop in the town church was a courtier of the Duke of Bemessi, and he was of noble blood, and he did not usually live in the church, but accompanied the Duke in the castle.

"Look at this." The silver-haired Roderick did not continue to speak, he opened the book he was holding, and presented a strange badge in front of the two deacons, but in the eyes of the two deacons was extremely shocked, and their faces turned pale.

The Duke of Bemessi sat in the pavilion of the courtyard, surrounded by his courtiers and beautiful maids-in-waiting, the court musicians played the strings and beat the tambourine, the nobles sat on the floor, and after quelling the rebellion of the White Knights, the Duke and his courtiers resumed their usual feasts.

"Lord Duke, I have recently received a few boys with clear voices in my church, and I will train these boys to form a choir, hoping that their pure poetry will please the Lord God, and pray for the blessing of Lord Duke." The fat bishop held his glass and said to the Duke of Bemessi.

"Oh, that's good!" The Duke of Bemessi had long heard that a pure boy's voice could communicate with the Lord God, and if he could gain the favor of the Lord God, he would definitely be able to gain power and wealth.

"Hahaha, leave it to me." The bishop was also proud, his fat fingers like sausages raised his glass, the so-called choir was only a means of pleasing the powerful, and the boys were merely tools for him to vent his desires.

At this moment, a deacon wearing holy robes appeared anxiously at the side door of the courtyard, and the soldiers did not stop him, because they knew that he was a deacon in the episcopal church, and he passed through the cloister and columns to the bishop's side, and the bishop suddenly frowned when he saw the appearance of his subordinates, thinking to himself that this fool does not work in the church, what is he doing here?

"Bishop." The deacon came to the bishop's side and whispered in his ear.

"You idiot, what are you doing here?" The Bishop turned to his side, and the Duke was watching the dancer's dance, not noticing what was happening on the side.

"My lord, it's not good." The deacon's face was pale, and he looked panicked, and the bishop's heart also jumped, could it be that his ugly deeds had been discovered?

"What's wrong?"

"Your Excellency, the Inquisition is here."