"A just war requires three elements: the authority of the monarchy, the justification, and the right motive. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

-- Thomas Aquinas

The heavy lead-like clouds in the sky finally broke a crack in the violent struggle of the sunlight at the right time, and with the stubborn illumination of the light, the crack gradually expanded, and finally the clouds cracked, and the morning sun was like a naughty child who broke free from the cage, and couldn't wait to spread the blood-stained ground with a faint layer of silver.

Rubbing his frowning brows with some distress, Leo, who had experienced such a brutal medieval war for the first time, kept repeating the action of inserting and drawing his one-handed sword in annoyance, "Finn, you say, can everything we do really represent goodness and justice?" ”

Hearing this, Finn turned his gaze to look at the battlefield, and his resolute and handsome face was unwavering, "This is an undoubted fact, my lord!" As always, Finn replied respectfully.

"However, even if they are rebel soldiers, probably many people have unspeakable grievances, you know Finn, I even saw young teenagers on the battlefield, their lives should not be so simple to wither." Leo, who was getting more and more agitated, pointed his finger forward, "And I, my God, can't believe that I am the culprit for this consequence?" ”

Looking at the young monarch in front of him with some surprise, Finn's grim face also put a smile on his face, "I am proud of your kindness, my lord. He stretched out his arm and patted Leo's arm lightly, "But you must know that this is the real dark age, my lord, we can't do more than uphold the righteousness in our hearts and stick to our own path." ”

"But? ......," said Finn at a rare stopping of his lord's words, "perhaps the young man you pitied for had killed innocent people with his own hands and violated poor women during the plunder a few hours ago, and since they had abused violence and enjoyed the dividends of it, they must atone for their evil deeds!" After a pause, Finn continued, "And, my lord, this is the age of darkness and decay, full of oblivion, like a soul lost on deathbed, which cannot be saved, and if you really don't want this scene to happen so often, I think you must have the virtue of integrity and the courage to break the shackles and lead us to create a new world." Looking at Leo deeply, Finn's tone was solemn and he said so many words for the first time.

"Whew~~" exhaled deeply, watching the breath quickly turn into a straight white line in the cold air, Leo, who had calmed down between Finn's words, unconsciously flicked his fingers, "A new world?" Said to himself.

"Yes, my lord, all of us members of the Order are also looking forward to seeing the day when you do it."

"Hmm!" Regaining his firmness and having a clear goal for it, Leo spoke to his Grand Master with some apologies, "I'm sorry Finn, I was a little out of shape just now. ”

"No problem, my lord, as a newcomer, you have done a good job." After bowing slightly, Finn stepped back a little bit, "Now, my lord, I think you can walk over and listen to the cheers of the saved people, and the baron's sincere thanks!" ”

"Huh!" Leo looked at the chaotic camp at the bottom of the hillside, after Keith led people to slaughter the rebels and Finn killed the leading horsemen, the few remaining rebels in the camp had already dispersed, as for their fate, either they would be kings of the mountain, or they would be strangled by the angry nobles around them, and of course, the final destination would definitely be crucified on the countless wooden frames on both sides of the castle road.

As for the civilians captured in the camp, except for a few brave ones who took advantage of the chaos to escape, the rest of them waited in the camp in fear, not daring to make any moves, waiting for the verdict of the victorious side of the war.

"This is the sorrow of the times!" Sighing softly, Finn took the lead in driving Killy down the hill, with Finn and several other knights who followed closely, Leo deliberately slowed down the pace of his mount, Killy stepped on broken steps, and slowly entered the camp, without the cheers of Fin's mouth, the surrounding refugees were faced with several people in exquisite armor and tall and straight unicorn mounts, whether it was a grumpy middle-aged blacksmith, a young craftsman, a gray-haired old woman and a babbling child, men and women were all in a state of panic at this moment, He bowed deeply to Leo and the others, and a wide passage was left where the horse's hooves passed, quiet and depressing, which made Leo extremely irritable.

Some helplessly put down the arm that was about to speak and waved it halfway, shouted a knight behind him and whispered a few words, looking at the back of the knight galloping towards Keith, Leo couldn't bear to look at the numb faces of this group anymore, and rode his horse out of the camp quickly, just now he had arranged for the knight to inform Keith, thinking that it won't be long before some knights will come here with the food that has just been arranged by the system to distribute to these poor people, and at the same time, the knights who distribute the food can also be supervised nearby, after all, These more than 100 people are the people that Leo has already predetermined, and they are not allowed to be touched by others.

At this time, on the castle that had been safe, after the few remaining rebel troops surrendered voluntarily, Baron Leicester and his knights finally had time to take a closer look at this strange army, "Oh my God, Andrew, what kind of reinforcements did this bastard Sean find for us, did you see it, did you see it?" The armor and weapons of these knights, oh, praise God! Those mysterious and beautiful patterns, these equipment that can enter the King's Treasury as a collection, they are unexpectedly, unexpectedly...... How could they just dress casually and fight? With some exaggerated hands on his head, the baron exclaimed, "Well, well! I don't know which great nobleman's private knights, this damn big guy, can have so many knights, Andrew, I think it's an earl? No, no, no, I'm afraid it's a venerable marquis, right? ”

A little funny looked at the long-time best friend beside him, the knight Andrew, who had long been accustomed to the image of a baron on weekdays, took off his helmet casually, leaned his tired body on the tattered city wall, and changed his comfortable posture before he spoke, "My lord, I'm afraid that the noble marquis in your mouth can't have such luxurious armaments, just when you complained, I counted, there are 45 knights with the same equipment below, oh! By the way, by the way, I think you need to get your groomed appearance now, because I just saw that damn big guy you said was coming this way. Without looking back, Andrew pointed with his thumb to Leo and the others who were walking slowly towards the castle after meeting with Keith and the Knights.

"Oh, damn Andrew, why didn't you remind me of this sooner, I swear, I swear you don't want to take even a copper plate from me to repair your ridiculously clown armor and weapons." The baron, who came to his senses, cursed his knight loudly, and when he saw the other party's indifferent expression, he could only turn his head in hatred and shout, "Evely, dear Evely, I think I need a bucket of water, and by the way, the formal dress I made for the earl's banquet." ”

After hearing his wife's answer, the baron kicked Andrew again, "Damn, as the head of my family's knights, now you should put our poor team in order, wave the banner of the Swan family, and let us welcome our savior together......"