"Captain, in front of you is a caravan from the direction of Orran, and it looks like they are going to the royal capital. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Roderick, the silver lion, was riding on the back of a brown sideburn horse from the Goncasso pasture, and a female knight of the Order walked up behind him on another white horse, and pointed to the banner of the caravan towards the Order.

Roderick looked sideways at her.

The female knight's name is Natalia, and she is the secretary knight next to the Grand Master of the Mithril Knights, her chestnut curls are tied into a neat ponytail and thrown back to her head, her amber eyes are full of vitality, her face is quite a bit of freckles, and a small tiger tooth is showing under her smiling lips.

Born in the belly of a baron's mistress, Natalia was sent to a convent by her relatives at the age of six, volunteered to join a local branch of the Mithril Knights because of her admiration for the Silver Lion of the Church, was baptized as a Mithril Knight in a local chapel at the age of fifteen, and was transferred to the Knights' headquarters at the age of sixteen when she was just sixteen years old.

She is meticulous, usually helps Roderick manage the Knights, is good at dealing with all kinds of complicated affairs that annoy people, and she does have the strength of a second-order professional, not a vase with nothing to show for herself, and the talent she shows at a young age will inevitably be regarded as a genius anywhere in the human realm.

It's just that despite her excellence, she is still a passionate little girl in the eyes of the lion of the church.

Roderick's face was expressionless, but his sharp gaze fell on her and became gentle, and if it weren't for the helmet in his left hand, he would have reached out and patted her armor's small shoulder.

Natalia looked into Roderick's eyes, knowing in her heart that Roderick respected every colleague around him, so sometimes he patted the other knights on the shoulder at most to show concern or approval, but it was never possible to touch someone's head, because that kind of behavior represented teasing and offense in his eyes.

Yet even so, her eyes lit up, and she expected the Grand Master she admired to rub her hair like a kind father.

But just then, a guy she hated came on horseback from the large army behind her and Roderick.

The man who made Natalia look bad was three meters tall, weighed four hundred pounds, carried a giant war hammer of sterling silver on his shoulder, and wore a fully enclosed iron helmet that was rarely taken off, his eyes peeked through a horizontal slit on the front of the helmet, and the monster-like body was not only awkward to ride on the horse, but also made the war horse under his crotch panting, making people worry that the big guy's mount would be overstrained and killed on the spot.

The monstrous man was the deputy head of the Mithril Knights, the executioner Lucas, a religious fanatic even more than the Marshallese Priest, who echoed and cheered him on every time the Marshallese Priest proposed a holy war to Pope Medrus.

He rarely took off his helmet hidden a disfigured face, his body was now like a monster because he had volunteered to borrow alchemy to transform his body, and his lifespan had long been severely damaged, but he himself was not only not concerned but happy, because only in this way could more and stronger heretics and cultists be executed.

Natalia didn't like Lucas, so when Lucas came over, she snorted coldly, pouted and turned her face to the side.

The executioner Lucas didn't care, or rather didn't pay attention to the secretary at all. He walked in the other direction from Roderick's side of the silver lion, and a hoarse and muddy voice came from his helmet and told Roderick, "Prince... Duke... Ask us...... We... Why... Stop it? ”

"To His Highness Koender, His Highness Juventus, and Sir Conlot." Roderick looked across and then turned his head to look at him, "We have encountered a caravan, the width of the road is limited, it will take a little time to negotiate who will cross first, please wait a while." ”

As the words fell, he looked back at the Knights behind him, knowing that his army had indeed escorted a group of pilgrims on their way east, but at the same time, it had also protected several important figures in the Violet Kingdom.

The Knights of the Church usually do not interfere in politics, but this time they received a secret order from St. Anthony's Cathedral, and Pope Medrus arranged for the Mithril Knights to escort two princes and a duke of the Violet Kingdom to Orlan in secret.

The knights did not understand the Pope's intentions, but no one cared about the secret decree, for the Pope of the Templar was the mortal spokesman of the god of justice, Gazteth.

God's will, just obey it.

……

"What? You said there was a caravan coming in front of you? A caravan deserves to stop your Knights to make way? "In the pilgrimage procession escorted by the Knights, a half-human face peeked out of the window of a seemingly inconspicuous carriage, and the look in his eyes showed obvious displeasure with a Mithril knight who came on horseback to report to the carriage.

The half of the face that was exposed by the window of the carriage belonged to Prince Koender.

Kond Fillandz was the illegitimate son of King Bager, and although his status had long been legalized, he grew up surrounded by gossip inside and outside the court, and developed a cynical personality in a bad childhood, and when he saw that everyone felt that others owed him a few gold coins, he was eager to go to the abode of the gods to complain to the gods about the injustices he had suffered since he came to this world.

The bastard prince was not loud, but the knight by the carriage could see that he was in a bad mood, and wanted to use himself as a makeshift punching bag.

"But if the caravan is in a hurry, it's not an unacceptable shame to let them pass first, is it?" But compared to Prince Koend's bad temper, the other young man in the carriage was much milder.

The young man who rode in the same carriage with Prince Coend, Prince Juventus, and Duke Conlotte was named Freud Doorien, the fat young master of the Durien family, the second son of the Duke of Conlot, and the younger brother of the Duke's late eldest son, Anthony Doryon.

Compared with his brother Anthony, who died on the night of the Hurenger disaster, Freud did not have a bit of a high-flying character, he was humble and honest, but he was incompetent, he had a headache when his father deliberately tested him, and he was not interested in the power struggle between the nobles, and only wanted to settle for the status quo and live a stable life.

Duke Conlotte always privately lamented that his second son was a waste of the wrong family, and after the tragic death of Anthony Doorien, he became more and more disappointed in Freud, and at this time, he noticed that Prince Coender's dissatisfied gaze turned from the knight's face outside the car window to Freud, and then he scolded his second son with a cold face: "Enough, Freud, shut up." ”

"Father......" Floyd turned his head innocently.

"Shut up." The duke glared at him out of the corner of his eye, and the expression on his face was not angry.

Freud, the fat young master of the Dourien family, did not dare to speak again, and sat beside the duke like a sullen gourd at a loss, and when his head was lowered in inferiority, he saw a smug sneer on Prince Coender's lips. (To be continued.) )