Sir Wayne recited the prayer in his mouth, and the people of the Yule family were shocked, but they didn't expect Sir Wayne to be the charismatic knight of the church, of course, the people of the Jule family were shocked not only by Sir Wayne's identity, the charismatic knight is said to be a knight who has been baptized by religion, they not only have a firm faith at a critical moment, but also have a mysterious power in an instant, and the church monks believe that this is a power directly from heaven.

"I don't believe in bedside fairy tales." Sir Hilton frowned, victory was within reach, and Sir Hilton was so confident in his strength that he roared and clenched his sword and rushed towards Sir Wayne.

The great sword slashed at Sir Wayne with the wind, and the sharp sword reflected a cold light, and everyone believed that if they were struck by this sword, they would definitely be split in half.

"Scandium~~."

But to everyone's surprise, Sir Wayne raised the sword in his hand without fear and slammed it up, with a huge metal collision sound, people couldn't help but cover their ears, and a colleague's sword flew into the air, turned dozens of times and inserted it into the riverbed.

"How is this possible?" Sir Hilton's right wrist was paralyzed by the shock, and he looked at his greatsword that had been knocked away, and he didn't believe that anyone could have more strength than himself, not to mention that he had an absolute advantage at the beginning.

"It turns out that this is the strength of the Divine Grace Knight." The countess looked at Sir Hilton's big sword that was blown away, and said with emotion, those legends turned out to be true, and the Divine Grace Knight was able to increase his strength several times in an instant, I really don't know how they did it.

"Whew~~."

Ser Hilton was enraged, and he drew his short sword at his waist, ready to fight again, but at that moment the voice of the countess came from behind him.

"Stop, Sir Hilton, we've already lost." The countess said to Sir Hilton.

"Mistress, I'm still able to fight." Hilton puffed up his chest and said proudly to the countess, who he thought would be a disgrace to his glory to retreat at this time.

"Obey my orders." The countess frowned, and commanded in a firm and unshakable voice, hearing the orders of his mistress, and Sir Hilton, as the knight of the family, must obey, he had to plunge his short sword into the leather scabbard.

"The Countess." Sir Wayne stuck his sword in front of him and looked in the direction of the Yule family's military formation, his heart was very worried, although the duel was a way for nobles to rule according to the will of God, if the countess was unwilling to comply, war could still break out.

"This year's water is yours." The countess only smiled faintly, her slender eyebrows raised, and she turned her horse's head and said to Sir Wayne, and then retreated into her own formation.

"Soldier, retreat, retreat." The fat chief sighed, raised his right hand and ordered loudly, only to see the black spider banner spin in mid-air, slowly moving towards the drop of his territory, and the sergeants with weapons in their hands also turned and retreated.

"Phew." Sir Hilton spat at Sir Wayne's feet, walked to the riverbed, drew his greatsword, and retreated with it on his shoulder.

"Jazz." Two of Sir Wayne's attendants hurriedly ran forward and looked at Sir Wayne standing in the middle of the river.

"We can also retreat and tell the serfs that this year's water source does not have to be withheld." Sir Wayne nodded to his two squires and said to them.

When the serfs heard that the water source in their village would not be withheld, they immediately raised their wooden forks and sticks and cheered, with the water source they could irrigate the farmland, and if the crops grew well, they would be able to leave part of it for the winter after paying enough taxes to the lord.

"Hmm." While the crowd was cheering, Sir Wayne's forehead was inadvertently dripping with sweat, and his cheek muscles twitched, and he slowly inserted the sword in his hand into the scabbard, while glancing down at the red gem on the hilt of his sword.

At this time, Glynton was also holding a very solemn event, that is, Bruce, the new lord, was determining his family coat of arms and motto, which was very important for nobles, a symbol of nobility on the surface, and at the same time could also mark the specific deployment and location information on the battlefield.

"My lord, your family has always been marked by the cross of the Lord God, and you can add the moon or beast next to the cross." Little Lorianne tilted her little head and said to Bruce.

"It turns out that the world also likes to use crosses!" Bruce stood in front of the wooden table and looked at a flag displayed on the table, which was his father's flag, a blue cross on a white background, supposedly called the St. Marshall flag.

"Please decide quickly, and after you decide, I and the maids will embroider the flag for you." Anne urged Bruce.

Although he was urged by Annie, Bruce was very worried, he didn't know anything about the heraldic culture of the nobility, but he didn't want to use patterns such as feudal crosses and beasts, so how could he show the spiritual outlook of his village officials in the Great Heavenly Empire, thinking about it, Bruce suddenly had an idea, he dipped his hand in the white ash in the wooden bowl, and drew it on the flag.

"What's, what is this?" When Bruce finished the painting, Anne and Mavis were stunned when they saw it, this was a flag that had never appeared on the continent of Dias.

"It's dry." Bruce said triumphantly, he added a horizontal above the cross with white ash, and immediately the cross of the decaying feudal superstition became a dry word, which vividly embodied the wisdom and wisdom of the working people of our dynasty.

"And what is your family motto?" Anne opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say, she really couldn't judge this strange symbol.

"Of course, it's also a dry word!" Bruce smiled slightly, patted the white ash on his hands, and said to the dumbfounded crowd.

A blue banner was hung over the lord's house, fluttering in the breeze, and under this banner Bruce proclaimed the beginning of a new reign in Glinton.

"What a strange banner, what a strange lord." The mad monk held the empty wine glass in his arms, rubbed his red nose with the back of his hand, and muttered.

"I don't know where he's going to take us." This time the huntress Eve didn't taunt the mad monk either, she smacked her mouth, and she couldn't figure out Bruce.

"May the Lord God have mercy on us and grant us peace and blessings." Elder Warren put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, held them to his chest and prayed.