In his hurry, Lambert ordered the ceremonial guards to stay in the camp, and he led the local militia who were familiar with the geography, about a hundred people, and hurried towards the destination. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

An hour later they found a small group resting in front of the woods by the stream, about five or six armoured sergeants on horseback, a dozen or so servants carrying their luggage, and a horse-drawn wagon, on which sat men—they were very panicked when they saw Lambert approaching with the cavalry and the infantry of the people, and Lambert heard the screams of the woman, and the cart seemed to be trying to run back, but because the coachman and the slave were so stupid, they fell into the stream, and the wheels were broken by the gravel inside, and the carriage was crooked to one side, It's a splash.

"Don't move!" Two rows of Alamanburg militia soldiers shouted, spear-wielding, and pressed the mounted sergeants on the opposite side of the mountain to the back, while the rest of the militia also slid up to the rocks on both sides of the stream, condescendingly holding bows and arrows, and making a threatening gesture to shoot.

Among them, there was also a fire pipe in his hand, which came down to the sky: a violent whistling sound came out of the pipe, and sparks shot out, shaking the originally quiet woods and streams that echoed continuously, and birds fled with their throats.

Frightened, the mounted sergeants stayed in place and watched this strange and terrifying firework, and they didn't dare to move.

So Lambert jumped into the water without hindrance, and then he went around to the overturned carriage, and saw two embarrassed aristocratic women carrying skirts, showing their bare feet and shivering in the clear cold water, their hair and gauze hats were wet with splashes, both of them were beautiful, but they looked like there was a big age difference, and they seemed to be mother and daughter.

"Are you sisters?" Out of politeness and flattery, Lambert deliberately asked tentatively.

This made the older beauty secretly very proud, but she still had to remain reserved, "It's very rude to misunderstand a lady like this." ”

In the midst of the sparkling waves, Lambert looked at the other party's face, listened to the voice, and immediately determined her identity, "It's the honorable Lady Date." He shouted in joy, then turned over and dismounted to stand in the middle of the water and stretched out his arms, "Allow me to help you, I am Dorus. Lambert, the third son of the Knight of Saliat, do you remember? When I was a child, I went with my father to the castle to visit you and your husband. ”

"Oh, oh, yes...... Yes. Date was embarrassed, for she couldn't remember, but now Lambert's fame had spread throughout Bavaria and Austria - his two heirs were now poor knights in the country, while Lambert, who had traveled far away, had become the owner of a castle in a foreign land, and had married a beautiful and learned Greek woman, much to the envy of many poor Germans.

"Please get on my horse." Lambert took the countess's hand warmly, and then lifted her on the horse, with great chivalry.

In the turbulent water, another plump and beautiful girl with blonde hair was still staying in place, leaning on the side of the wheel, looking very pitiful, "This should be your little daughter, right?" Lambert hurriedly turned back and extended his hand to Adelaide as well.

In the small light reflected by the gurgling stream, Adelaide looked at the young and handsome nobleman who stretched out his hand opposite, felt a little limited breathing, his chest was a little flustered, and there was a neighing of horses, and she turned her head to see that the sergeants who had cleared up the misunderstanding were riding their horses and rushing towards this side, as if they were trying to save themselves.

The little Austrian princess shouted, "Please catch me, knight." Then he jumped and threw himself directly on Lambert's body, and then he was hugged by him, "Please take care of my face and honor, and carry me to the shore over there." Adelaide put her arms around Lambert's neck and arm, and her mother on horseback was stunned.

"Yes, yes." Lambert, who was also a little stunned, could only accept the situation at this moment.

"Adelaide ......"

"I don't know how to ride a horse, Mother." When Lambert turned to step on the stream, Adelaide, who was being held, violently refuted his mother's next accusation.

Returning to the camp at Alalmanburg, Lambert learned that when the pilgrims were on their way to Loticia, Count Raymond led his cavalry to rob Ida as his wife, and because her husband had just died (succeeded by her son Leopold III), the titled noblewoman Ida was in high demand. One-eyed Raymond's request was sternly rejected by Ida, and then the Earl generously said that he could retreat, "Then, that's good, well, give your little daughter, give it to me, I will, I will love her as I did my predecessors and wives." ”

In this way, the mother and daughter immediately fled with the team of loyal Hucong, because the entire area around the Dresses River was now Raymond's sphere of influence, and they did not dare to stay at all, so they ran to the border of Tarsus to rest temporarily, and then met Dorus. Lambert.

"Rest assured, both of you, I will escort you to the city of Tarsus at once, and then you may be a guest in my lord's court for a while, and then set out on a pilgrimage to the place of pilgrimage when the rest of his men arrive—and soon my lord will write a letter condemning Lord Raymond's actions."

Hearing this, Adelaide's bright blue eyes reflected the subtle freckles on her cheeks, and she was still wiping her wet braids, "Your master, your master?" It should be Stephen. Gawain. Lusail. ”

"Yes......"

Next, Adelaide is caught up in a peachy rhapsody: she falls in love with the polite and enthusiastic young knight in front of her, but according to Dedor, that Gawain is the real hero. But the two have one thing in common, that is, they are both married men.

"What's going on with this subtle sense of guilt and irritation, girly Adelaide, who likes one when you see one, people will make fun of accusing you of frivolity and misconduct, and of destroying someone else's holy marriage. No, ruining the marriage is a trivial matter, and if this knight of Lambert and his lord Gawain provoke a war of infighting for me, it will destroy the whole country. Adelaide, you really are a true and sinful girl! Adelaide thought of this, and put his hands on his hot and red cheeks, like a bread oven, almost bubbling in his hair.

At this moment the curtain of the tent was lifted, and Adelaide looked away, and the "third ideal man" appeared in her eyes, and she proved to be like a magnet for the good opposite sex: this man was not tall but very slender, with a fair complexion, ruddy lips, a small gray beard very attractive, a bad expression that seemed to be smiling, and he was wearing a Persian-style jacket, quite alien.

Then Adelaide not only raised his eyes to look at the other party, but the other also looked back at him with a smile and teasing, and saw that his face was red and his heart was beating faster, until the other party sat down next to Lambert.

"This country girl, who will be strong after the age of thirty, is some barbarian princess from Alemanni?" Agnes asked Lambert in Greek without the slightest politeness. (To be continued.) )