If it weren't for Yu Ruyi, if it weren't for the Yuemen swordsmanship he had learned, this short and thrilling battle would be enough for the current Fang Xin to die a few times.

However, if you kill someone, you will mature quickly, and basically three times is enough to change a person.

After thinking about it, Fang Xin collected a pair of bows and arrows, along with a pair of knight's armor, and the head of the dark knight, he had studied European medieval studies, and knew that this knight's armor was equal to the value of a farm.

The other weapons, including a bow and arrow, were wrapped in cloth and buried as a mark, so that they might not be used, but they were prepared.

His horse was not killed, but he carried it on his back, and he rode his horse up, and although the burden was heavy, the horse could barely bear it, and at last at noon, the fog lifted.

At this time, it seems to be autumn, and after removing the fog, everything returns to normal, revealing the medieval scenery.

Obviously, the world of Hefangxin has its own victory.

Looking back now, Fang Xin's world was filled with a sense of serenity, and there was wildness here from time to time.

Yes, although it is autumn, there are still weeds, some non-deciduous trees are still very verdant, and wildflowers are dotted among them, but it is full of natural wildness - the jungle eats the strong!

Fang Xin rode on the horse, recalling the details of the battle just now, his heart was full of sorrow, he hoped for a quick verification, but also full of fear, in this mentality of suffering from gains and losses, he did not eat, and rushed to the nearest town before dusk.

From memory, you can know that this town is the territory of the hereditary Sir Leacock family, because it is only a hereditary knight, there is no qualification, and there is no financial resources to build a castle, so with the manor as the center, it slowly became a small town, this town has a stone wall, although it is not high, but with the militia, it also has a certain defensive force.

The current head of the house is a young lady named Ellie!

"I'm Baron Edie Derrick's messenger, I have something urgent to report to Dame Ellie, and this is a letter from the Baron to me!" Once in town, he galloped straight to a core dwelling in the center of the town, and before the soldiers could react, he rolled over and dismounted, shouting.

"Wait a minute!" The soldier looked at the blood splattered on his body with some vigilance, and the heavy armor, took the paperwork, and walked inside.

It didn't take long for the soldier to return, and he was greeted by a middle-aged man, who looked like a butler, neatly dressed and with a straight face, and said, "Come in, Sir said, you can eat something first, rest a little, and you will be summoned later." ”

The horses were lowered, and the soldier was a little nervous when the heavy knight's armor was lowered, and when a bag was untied, he screamed even more and rolled away.

With the screams, several more soldiers hurriedly rushed in, looking at each other with a tiger's eye, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"What is this? Can you explain? The middle-aged man asked.

"On the way, I met a group of dark soldiers, I killed them all, according to the law, the armor of this dark knight is my trophy, this is his head!" Fang Xin said, and he was satisfied to see that the middle-aged butler's mask-like face was shattered.

But this expression disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the middle-aged butler stepped forward, he ignored the smell of blood, and began to check, and after looking at it for a while, he returned to his original dull expression: "Messenger, what is your name?" ”

"Hannett, Free People!"

"Mr. Hannett, please go inside, please take a shower, I will give you a clean set of clothes and dinner, and after you have eaten, Mademoiselle will summon you!"

After saying that, he gave an order, and naturally a servant woman led him in.

That was the kitchen, boiling the water and pouring it into the wooden barrel, Fang Xin jumped inside, and suddenly, the water became muddy, after all, it was full of blood and dirt.

I changed the bucket and washed it again, and it was clean.

It was clean clothes, not noble, but also fine linen, suitable for his present status, and then he was led to the kitchen.

The cook was almost busy, and the smell wafted in the air.

As if he had been instructed, a cook saw him come in, and led him to the table, white bread, butter, and a fragrant roast goose, and even half a sausage, and a pot of spirits.

The overall grade is not high, but it is not something that ordinary freemen can eat, Fang Xin didn't eat at noon, so he devoured it.

And at this moment, a strong man was skillfully inspecting the knight's armor, and there was a priest-like figure nearby.

"The armor didn't shatter, but it was the Dark Knight's armor."

"This head is indeed a dark knight, and ordinary evil soldiers don't have such a powerful evil aura." The priest examined the head and spoke.

The young lady in the middle listened silently, then looked at the butler.

"The letterhead is real, and the time is about the same, a war once in ten years!" The butler said, "One person kills the other, what a powerful warrior, miss, you can reward it!" ”

"Uncle George, what do you mean?"

"The war has begun, the more powerful warriors the better, but you only have Alec as a knight, and the only question now is whether Hannett really did this, and whether he is really a free man, and if so, then the young lady can temporarily make him a trainee knight."

Trainee knights, who do not need to be canonized land, and are not formal nobles, are indeed very suitable, anyway, in the war, most knights and trainee knights are difficult to survive - of course, strong warriors who can survive are welcome.

"Isbe, can you purify this armor?" The young lady pondered for a moment and asked.

"Don't worry, I can purify it in just one night." The pastor replied.

"That's just a badge, it's already a warhorse." The young lady thought about it for a while, and said, the armor of the canonized trainee knight is all there, and there is no need for the lord to come out.

"Maybe a squire is needed, isn't it?" The butler reminded.

After Fang Xin finished dinner, the butler took him to the second floor, and on the second floor, there were huge portraits hanging on the walls, which were all portraits of the lords of the past dynasties, and most of them were killed in battle.

The butler opened the door, and Fang Xin followed.

"Sir Ellie!" According to etiquette, Fang Xin stepped forward and half-knelt, and Sir Ellie also stretched out his hand and let him kiss him.

"It is unfortunate that you have brought the news that the Earl of Bremen has extended its evil hand again, but you have encouraged me to hear that you have killed a group of dark soldiers? Together with a Dark Knight? Can you tell me more about it? The young lady said softly.

"Your wishes, Lord Sir, are my will, and I will explain all your doubts." Fang Xin said politely, this Sir Ellie, who looks only seventeen or eighteen years old, is quite beautiful.

Sir Ellie sat down, she gestured to her chair, motioned for Fang Xin to sit down as well, and the conversation began.