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Not to mention Leo's melancholy and helplessness after Finn brought up the past again, since the first siege was frustrated and Aeoris was seriously injured at the same time, Pope Nathaniel, who is usually called elegant and sophisticated, seems to have changed as if he is a different person, not only instigating Rolf to coerce the nobles to continue to attack the Grey Keep with a conditional exchange, but also once again sending a new message to all believers on the mainland......

"Yes, I'm pretty sure we need more soldiers, even if the city is filled with the lowly flesh and blood of the believers, I ask you to continue the attack, Itsev you don't have to worry about the supply of the believers who rushed here to join the jihad, under the benevolent gaze of the Most High God, these people will overcome all difficulties, you just need to obey and pass on to everyone the instructions you have received from the gods......"

“…… Well, Your Majesty, the Messenger will soon re-spread the new oracle entrusted to you by the Most High God throughout the continent, but as your loyal subordinate, I have a small suggestion here, have you forgotten a group of people? Many of them were even more powerful than the Templars today......"

Itsev is still a dog-legged in front of the Pope, for him, in addition to power and wealth, what does it have to do with the death and injury of believers, civilians are like crops, after death, a new one will grow, isn't it......

"Huh? You're talking about ......"

Rubbing his palms against his stubble-covered chin, which had not been trimmed for a long time, Nathaniel pondered for a moment before looking up and frowning uncertainly

"You mean the old men? Participating in this expedition at the sign of God, the old man who had been on the back burner in the church for many years, Itsef? ”

"I am amazed by your wisdom and memory, Your Majesty!"

"They...... Most of them were over 40 years old, and the Church recruited them only because they could give the knights and soldiers the fighting spirit that would ...... them if they were to fight."

It was not that Nathaniel had suddenly become an old man, but that many of these people had even been in the church for a long time, and if they were to be used rashly and cause heavy casualties, it would definitely affect his dominance and support in the church

"I can understand your concern, Your Majesty, but perhaps there is one piece of information I need you to know, and that is that His Excellency Michael Douglas, the teacher of Aeolith, the last Grand Master of the Templar Order and the Inquisitor of the Inquisition, is among them, if you tell him the news of Aeolith's serious injury...... Huh"

"Maybe you're right...... Nathaniel said slowly, narrowing his eyes, "dear Itseff, your suggestion is very exciting, can you please go and invite Lord Douglas to come here in person, there are some things I need to talk to him personally, and we must maintain due respect for the fathers of the church, don't we......"

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"Your Majesty, you look good today, is there anything happy you can share with us?"

Saru, who came to report the matter, looked at Rolf, who was rarely not wrapped in several layers of cotton clothes, and was lying on a recliner in good weather, and asked with a smile

"Before that, my friend, I want to know if there was any new progress in yesterday's siege?"

Rolf, who had both hands in the maid's clothes, asked a little lazily

Saru shrugged his shoulders, his expression somewhat gloomy

"It's still the same as before, fight for a day, and then the battle ends after our cannon fodder losses are heavy, and yesterday at the end was even worse, our men were shot back by the opposing side's ranged troops before they even got close to the walls, and some of the nobles have begun to complain, they seem to feel that they can't see the dawn of victory"

"It's good to let Nathaniel deal with this kind of person, those gods are the best at that! Strange to say, Saru, my friend, please don't mind, if you were to be hurt in the same way, I would be worried, distressed and even unthinkable about you, but the Pope has behaved a little too strangely these days......"

First the forehead thanked Rolf for his words, and Saru took a few steps closer and chuckled

"I have similar concerns as you, Your Majesty, I can smell the Pope's anxiety and panic from a long distance, his concern seems to be far more than the relationship between friends or subordinates, maybe I am not very respectful to say this, even the closest people may not be able to do better than him, as long as the Pope can get out these days, he will definitely appear in Aioris's tent to care about the injury......"

"...... loved ones? Oh hehehe! Dear Saru, let me think, let me think...... Maybe you're getting the truth right by chance, aren't you...... Hahaha, if this is true, I think this must be the biggest scandal and laughing stock in the entire continent in the last hundred years! ”

Waving his hand away from the maids and servants who were standing aside, and when Saru was left alone, Rolf couldn't help but let out a wild laugh, his eyes began to wander a little, and his brain began to spin wildly, thinking about the truth of the matter, and what kind of beneficial effect it could have on himself

"...... are you talking about? Bastard???? ”

Almost close to Rolf's ear, Saru's eyes widened in horror and he uttered these three words in a trembling voice......

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In the western part of the empire, the small castle of the Baron Kenneth family is located on the peaceful seaside, rich in fishing and forestry resources, making this tranquil castle very stylish, and Baron Kenneth himself is a rare true artist among the nobility, whose achievements in painting, poetry and aristocratic etiquette are enough to put the best bards to shame

Baron Kenneth, who is obsessed with cultivating the art of sentiment, has always been a benevolent nobleman and a truly respectable and just person in the impression of all the people in the territory, plus although the territory is remote and small, it has sufficient food output, and the baron's small family does not need too much supply from the people, so although the life of the people in Kenneth Castle and the surrounding scattered villages is not as good as that of the Duchy of Pande, compared to other noble lords in the empire, the people here are happy and content......

However, at this moment, the castle, which should have been quiet and serene with the setting sun, was in a sea of fire, and like the surrounding villages that had been completely destroyed, Baron Kenneth's castle was constantly being heard from the killing and laughing of the mysterious enemy, the roar of men's resistance and the weak cry of women......

Retracting the blood-dripping weapon, Hahn, who was wearing a black chainmail and black burqa with a torch in his other hand, stepped into the house with a wicked smile over the half-cut body of the man here, and after a short struggle and fighting, he dragged a good-looking, slender woman by the hair with one hand, and dragged her all the way to the hall on the bluestone floor without mercy

Judging from the bare feet and white calves of the woman being kicked under the torn tattered dress, this seductive young woman in her twenties must have been a well-maintained aristocratic woman, but at this time, she could only make a weak resistance, and her hoarse mouth let out a feeble moan

"Oh my God, Lord Hahn! What did you find, it must be the lady of the idiot baron, look at her long straight legs, stiff ass, damn it! Hahn-sama, after you've enjoyed it, make sure you make your brothers comfortable too......"

As he spoke, a burly man with a naked body slowly stood up, and at his feet lay a maid dressed in a servant's costume, but at this moment there was almost no breath, and his naked body was full of disgusting bruises, and he had no intention of lifting his pants at all......

"Fuck off! Otherwise I wouldn't mind cutting off that useless stick of yours! ”

With some disgust, Hahn grabbed the baroness by the hair and looked around the hall, most of them were doing or waiting in line to do what the big man had just done, he let out a long breath and shouted

"I hope you have completed the tasks assigned by the adults before you are happy, we finally found a castle that is vast and sparsely populated, and the lord is not good at communicating, in order to serve as a base for us to conquer the continent, not to let you vent your poverty and resentment in your hometown, women, wealth, we will gain a lot of these, now everyone is dressed and cleaned up here, get out! Soon the Black Knight will arrive, and I don't want the hall that belongs to your future to be filled with your filth! ”

The name of the black knight is still very useful, whether a group of people are willing or unwilling, they can only quickly follow Hahn's orders, curse in a low voice and simply clean up the messy castle hall and leave one after another, but the first big man is still a little unwilling to ask Hahn before leaving

"That adult, this woman...... Hey hey"

"Get out! This is a gift for the Black Knight......"

After everyone had left, Hahn frowned and spun around, finding a few maids who were barely able to stand up, and tossing the baroness in their hands to them

"Go rinse her and change her clothes, and serve my lord, and you may still be able to live!"

With a wave of his hand, Hahn motioned for the maid to take the people away, he was not worried that the women would escape from the heavily guarded castle, nor that they would do anything irrational, after all, in his opinion, it was already the greatest mercy to let some of the cowardly and rotten people on this continent still live......

"They don't deserve it, and the land, and the riches, and the women, the grain, all that they have, will belong to the Great Lord!"

As the torches burned to the end, the sinister smile on Hahn's lips slowly disappeared into the darkness of the castle......