Charles left the woods near the exit of the small canyon and was faced with a large plain meadow, which was dense and dense beyond the horse's leg, washed into an endless sea of green grass by yesterday's raindrops.

In his previous life, Charles had seen a TV clip on TV, a group of men and women dressed in European knights' costumes riding horses leisurely playing fox hunting in the grass and mountains and forests, and the ancient castle looming in the distance.

The armor and weapons on his body are all real guys, and the big dark horse under his ass, Farman, is definitely a good horse, and seriously, if it weren't for those damn pursuers, Charles would have really enjoyed the feeling of this medieval pristine natural atmosphere.

"Whew...."

Charles grabbed the reins of his horse, and the big black horse, which was staggling slowly with its hooves, stopped, and the other mare, who was carrying Charles's luggage, was the heel of the big black horse, and naturally stopped.

Charles pressed his right knee against the right chest of the big black horse, and the big black horse turned the horse's head obediently. Charles took out the art-like monocular from his horse bag and held it up to the small canyon where he came.

"The distance is just right!"

After observing for a while, Charles put down his binoculars in satisfaction.

At this distance, Charles could see the canyon with a mediocre telescope, but he couldn't see anything without a telescope.

Similarly, the likes of Byrne and Gerson could not see the Charles.

"I'm lazy and afraid of death, but since I want to be a nobleman, then I have to protect the glory and dignity of the noble, what is the most important thing for a nobleman? ”

"It's a ...... fame"

Charles couldn't stop cheering himself up, so that he could strengthen his confidence in his next crazy move.

In the past, Charles Chevalier may have been a fool with an IQ arrears, but Li Feng in the skin of Charles is not simple, he is a young man who has tasted the flavors of life in the Great Heavenly Empire, not to mention the idealism and morality for the time being, there is still some knowledge.

When he first came to this world, Charles really wanted to carefully "go" for a lifetime, and live a good life without any waves.

But the continuous bad experience in the past few days has made him understand that "surviving" also needs to be allowed by strength, and his sister's own self is about to be killed, how can he survive?

Charles inherited two parts of memories from his original owner, one was a clear memory of Charles Chevalier before he was eight years old, and the other was a vague fragment of memory after the age of eight, and in the past two days, Charles has analyzed his situation based on the vague memory fragments he inherited.

I have to say that Charles Chevalier really took a good hand in the past, but the good cards in the hand were almost out in the middle of the game, basically only three, four or five.

The Chevalier family is indeed an entrenched old family in the Flensian kingdom, but since the Flense king led a group of knights in that glorious victory battle decades ago, the Chevalier family, which has lost most of its stalwarts, has inevitably declined.

That's it, how come an old wealthy family doesn't have a few close relatives and helpers of the offensive and defensive alliances, but too many things have happened in the past 20 years, and several of the closest families have either migrated to neighboring countries or declined rapidly, and the Chevalier family of the previous year has shown signs of being alone in recent years.

And this year, Charles's biggest backer, the cheap daddy Marquis Bourman Chevalier of Lorraine, also hung up, seemingly leaving Charles a large amount of territory, industry and wealth. However, there are not a few people in the kingdom of Florence who value this large fortune, and what happened to the charr in Sbaia shows that those people are not soft-hearted.

Not to mention, after the Marquis of Lorraine was killed in the war between the Kingdom of Florence and the Kingdom of Spaya, Charles Chevalier "secretly" infiltrated Spaya with his dead soldiers, preparing to assassinate Prince Borenvia, an important figure in the Kingdom of Spaía, but was "unlucky" to encounter the main cavalry regiment of Spaía.

Forget it, and then a ragtag mercenary army actually knew his whereabouts, and came all the way to find him, is his itinerary to Sbaya already known to passers-by?

Then "coincidentally" on the way back, he met a knight regiment that was stronger than the cavalry regiment, and he knew that there was a conspiracy when he thought about it with his toes.

"There's always someone trying to hurt me!"

Charles crossed his fingers and thought about it, what other powerful reinforcements did he have to rely on now?

The only relatives left behind by the Marquis were Charles and a younger sister, who was very smart and strong, a girl who was willing to tie her silly brother's shoes, but she was not yet an adult, and she still needed the care of her eldest brother, so she couldn't help much.

Charles Chevalier also has an illegitimate eldest brother, who is gentle and generous, quite capable, and treats Charles very well, but he suffers from impure blood, and cannot obtain a field title, so he can only survive in the army on the Eastern Front, and now he has just been promoted to regimental commander, barely half a helper.

As for the fiancée who nominally has the heir to the seventh throne of the Kingdom of Florence, Charles is not sure if she will help herself, even if she really wants to help herself, how much can she help with no power and no money?

In this world, the status of women is still far inferior to that of men, and unless they are middle and high-level transcendents, they still have to obey the will of men.

As for the uncles and brothers in the Chevalier family, hey, hey, hey, stay away, or stay away! Whether they have a part in this matter or not, they are all important objects of suspicion.

Now look at the cards in your hand, basically you can't rely on anyone, and if you want to live a peaceful life, you have to rely on Charles himself.

After two days of combing through his memory, Charles has decided that he must establish his reputation as soon as possible, and he can no longer let the name of the "mentally handicapped count" be known to the world.

The title of earl on his head is the biggest card in his hand now, and there are laws and unspoken rules to protect the rights and interests of nobles in this world that can be used by himself, but these rules do not necessarily take effect on a mentally retarded person.

Charles found a sturdy stick, then tied up the tattered red and black flag, and today, he wanted the flag of the Chevalier family to fly again.

Twenty minutes ago, Gesen used the spear of spiritual power to shoot down the falcon of the Revenant, and also activated the power and knowledge that had been sleeping in Charles's body for nearly ten years, and the knowledge and power that had flooded Charles' body just now had become calm.

Tidying up the armor on his body and holding the longbow that exudes the taste of ancient vicissitudes, Charles closed his eyes and quietly felt the mutual induction of the longbow and the power in his body. How did it feel when I was eight years old...... It's back again.

"It's been a long time, Bow of the Moon Shadow!"

After watching Charles leave, Byrne felt a little lighter, he knew that Charles's decision just now should be right, and he must first unify the will of his own people before fighting, if everyone is still arguing now, then this battle will not have to be fought, it will definitely be a tragic ending.

Gerson's black hound wasn't dead, but he didn't have a few breaths left to let it out to provide reconnaissance for the cavalry squad, so Gerson had to lie on the ground on his own and listen to the movement with his ears close to the ground.

"Here it is, about thirty rides. ”

The enemy came quickly, and after Charles had only been gone for ten minutes, Gesen gave an early warning, and the other warriors who were recuperating on the ground quickly jumped on their horses, and the six of them formed a small horizontal line, ready to sprint.

The distance from the woods to the valley mouth is less than thirty meters, which can ensure sufficient suddenness, but it is not possible to increase the speed of the war horse to the fastest, so the formation of the assault is very important, and it is necessary to have the largest contact with the enemy at the first time and kill the most enemies.

Because there is no decoy for the Charles, the previous plan of "luring the enemy's light cavalry away and directly attacking the enemy hunters" is nullified, and the cavalry team should use the advantage of the terrain to give the opponent the maximum damage at the moment when the enemy walks out of the canyon, and then fight with the remaining enemies, or guide the enemy in the opposite direction to the Charr.

Byrne clenched his shield, straightened his long rifle, and stood quietly at the head of the small assault camp. As the strongest man in the cavalry squad, he is also the most exposed to danger and pressure.

"The enemy has stopped ...... in the canyon!"

During the long wait, Gesen, who was still lying on the ground, suddenly moved his ears, looked up at Bourne, and said a little nervously.

"If they don't come out, we won't move, they won't be in a hurry, and we won't be in a hurry. Byrne said lightly, as if he had forgotten that the heavy cavalry of the Saxon Knights would arrive in three hours.

The two groups of people confronted each other quietly, and neither of them wanted to move first. It was dusk, and the afterglow of the setting sun cast through the cracks in the canyon, staining the green grass with a serene yellow.

A white shadow suddenly swept out of the canyon, and its figure drifted away from the edge of the woods, wandering in the green grassland, with a light and lazy pace like a leisurely stroll.

"Six-foot-long wolf...... This is...... Mutant pets?"

There was a rare panic in Bourne's eyes, who had not moved just now, just now he ruthlessly let Gerson risk the death of his pet to kill the falcon, but now it seems that the other party still has a pet, and it doesn't look like an ordinary pet.

"Gerson, is there more than one hunter on the other side?" Byrne's face turned ugly.

Gesen's face was also ugly, and he muttered: "I only found one transcendent hunter, the wilderness hunter can indeed have three pets at the same time, but that would require too much mental power, I haven't heard of a low-level hunter like that....... Stupid, and mutant pets need to take a lot of magic potions, and they also need to be bound by spiritual contracts, and it is almost impossible for low-level hunters to control ....."

"Gesen, if you have the chance, you cover me, and I'll kill that hunter!"

Gerson nodded silently, he knew that Byrne had already saved his mind to die, and wanted to sacrifice his life to kill or severely damage the Revenant. The whereabouts of the Charr could not be concealed from this canine with excellent tracking ability, and if the Revenant did not die, he would be caught up in the middle of the night.

Of the entire cavalry squad, only Gerson and Byrne knew the importance of Charles to the Free Council, and with Byrne's loyalty to the Free Council, he would not hesitate to give his life for it.

"Dada...... Da Da Da ....."

The crisp sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, attracting the attention of Bourne and the others, as well as the huge white wolf.

A tattered red flag slowly approached in the light of the setting sun, and under the flag was a sturdy black horse, on which sat a ...... with a helmet and armor Fat Knight.