The horse-drawn carriages that appear outside the gates of Stuttgart Castle are gorgeous. Even if we don't talk about how rich the wood of the chariot itself was, or how elaborate the carvings and decorations were, just the horses that pulled the chariot were not owned by ordinary wealthy families or nobles.

In front of the car there were a total of 16 sturdy horses, the first two teams of four, were beautiful Ahamas, with long manes carefully cared for, and even after a long run, there was no scattering of mane. This tall horse, whether running or walking, has an incomparable elegance, and Alexander the Great used it as his guard of honor. In the Far East, such horses also have a special name, "sweat and blood horses". In front of the eyes of the knights of Stuttgart, any one of these Ahamas was equivalent to the annual income of a barony, and even in the Holy Roman Empire, only nobles above the rank of Grand Duke could have such a large number of horses.

Behind the Ahma, there are two teams of eight majestic Andalusian horses, which have a long history of horses brought from Italy, dating back to Helen's time. These sturdy horses, which can be seen in various Roman sculptures and paintings, are strong and gentle, which is why they are the most knightly favorite. Also because such thoroughbred horses are not easy to come by, in the entire Holy Roman Empire, there are very few knights who can have a pure-blooded Andalusian horse as their mount, even if it is the Emperor's Janissaries, only knights above the squadron leader can have such horses.

Of course. All Papal Knights, including the Knights of Punishment, have their own thoroughbreds.

But even so, the carriage actually used this kind of knightly horse as a drooping horse, I have to say, it must be said that this is not only an outrageous thing to show off wealth, but also an undisguised contempt for the knights who guard the castle in Stuttgart.

Let these horses become horses, in terms of financial resources, only nobles of the rank of grand duke can have them.

Yes, by any measure, a nobleman who could afford to ride such a magnificent carriage. They can only be found from the nobles above the Grand Duke of the Empire. But strangely. The carriage in front of him, without any convoy of escorts that the Grand Duke should have, suddenly appeared alone on the road in front of the castle. And before that, whether it was the knight of punishment on the main road to Munich. Or on the path leading to the other directions, the knights of the county did not give any warning. It was as if the carriage had fallen from the sky. Mysteriously arrived.

Whether it was the knowledge of the horses or the carriage itself, the knights and guards guarding the Stuttgart castle did not dare to act rashly, under the leadership of a knight squadron leader. Several knights politely greeted him and made the most kind gestures.

However, this gesture was only exchanged for the laughter of a woman in the car, and other than that, the owner of the car remained silent. Instead, the tall, thin middle-aged man who drove the car turned his head to look at the knights and whispered, "Let the Novman bishop come out." ”

What an arrogant and majestic gesture this is, a bishop of an earldom was actually ordered by this middle-aged man at will, who would be able to do this?

Can the Pope do it? Perhaps, but it is a natural attribute of the Pope to win hearts and minds, and he would never give such an arrogant order at such a time to let a cardinal of the county come out to meet him.

Command, yes, command.

It is not a report, nor a consultation, but an order without any disguise, or even a drinking order. It's like a king on high to his people.

For this middle-aged man's drinking order, several knights actually subconsciously turned their horses around, and there was not even any thought of resistance or doubt in their minds. It wasn't until the horses had a certain deflection that the knights came to their senses. They all turned their heads to look at the middle-aged man, as if they wanted to say something.

The tall and thin middle-aged man only snorted in a low voice at the knights' resistance, as if he was unhappy that the knights dared to snub his orders.

The sound was not loud, but in an instant, a stream of air erupted in all directions around the carriage, and the horses of those knights immediately let out a wail the moment the air rushed to their bodies, and one by one their legs were sore, unable to stand, and collapsed.

Riding on the horses, the knights were caught off guard and likewise flipped from their horses one after another. The heavy armor became the biggest trouble for them to get up, and they rolled over the dirty and muddy ground for a long time before they could barely support each other to stand up.

This made the knights lose face, and the armor on their bodies now looked dirty, and their armor was dented by the impact due to the speed at which it collapsed. What's more, the horses under them looked like they had lost even the Liliang that stood up. These severely frightened horses will be completely denied the possibility of setting foot on the battlefield in the future, in other words, they will be completely useless.

This made several knights angry, but they did not dare to step forward, and the tall middle-aged man just glanced at these knights from the corner of his eye, and it seemed that an electric current flowed from the top of these knights' heads to their feet, making their whole bodies tremble.

It was astonishing that, though the knight's horses were severely frightened, they were only ten yards away, and the sixteen horses pulling the magnificent carriage did not move at all, or even make a single snort. It looks more like a beautifully carved statue than a vivid life with its own emotions.

Just seeing such a scene, those knights already knew very well in their hearts that the strength of this middle-aged man was only far above them. Not to mention these Stuttgart knights, even if those punishment knights come, I'm afraid they won't let this middle-aged man's eyelids raise more.

At this moment, a new voice suddenly came from the carriage, a female voice that was so sweet that it made people's whole body soften. The Latin word, with only the occasional addition of a slight trill to the suffix of the word, sounded like the woman had just woken up in the morning, speaking in a murmuring tone half-asleep. The mere sound could have made the imagination of all who heard it, and if the woman had walked under the car, the knights would not even have dared to imagine what it would be like.

"Mr. Cory, my lord asked you to hand that over to those knights, even though they're all a bunch of rubbish, but you're not going to be embarrassed by a bunch of rubbish, are you?"

This voice sounded more like a girl's voice, but the words that came out sounded extremely vicious. Fortunately, most of the Stuttgart knights, along with the guards, only spoke Germanic, and did not know what the "noble" Latin meant, so they did not find anything unusual. The Stuttgart Knight Squadron Leader could understand the contempt in this sentence, although it made him feel extremely angry, but looking at the middle-aged man who seemed to be staring at him with a smile, the squadron leader's anger turned to nothing in an instant.

The middle-aged man known as Cory casually picked up a green branch from the edge of his seat, easily threw it into the hand of the Knight Squadron Leader, and said calmly, "Go and show this to Bishop Neufman, he will understand." If he doesn't understand, then he doesn't understand it all along. ”

This sentence was said calmly, but somehow, the squadron leader only felt a murderous aura rushing towards his face, which made him violently agitated. Looking carefully at the branch in his hand, with the piety of the squadron leader, of course, it is impossible to see what is in the branch. However, just by looking at this middle-aged man, the squadron leader knew that there was not a single escort cavalry in the galloping carriage of Weishenme.

With the existence of such a middle-aged man, the thieves in the entire Holy Roman Empire who can pose a threat to the vehicles in front of them are afraid that they have not yet appeared, and in the foreseeable future, such thieves will not appear.

Without further ado, the squadron leader turned around and walked towards the castle gate with several other knights, but the muddy road on the ground made his movements very awkward. In terms of comfort for walking in the snow in winter, these all-metal steel boots are worse than those leather boots. It is true that the thermal conductivity of the steel boots will not enter the water, but it doesn't take many steps to feel that the skin of your feet has been stuck in the boots, and every step you take is like letting your feet fight with your steel boots.

Comparatively speaking, the squadron leader was in better shape, and even then, by the time he reached the castle gate, his legs had begun to tremble. Several soldiers guarding the castle and the knights' attendants hurried out of the passage next to the gate, holding the knights in their hands, and then helping them quickly take off their steel boots. This is a very painful and troublesome process, as the Steel Boots are integrated with the leg armor of the whole body armor, and taking off the Steel Boots means that all the armor pieces of the knight's lower body must be removed. More importantly, the two feet, which had been covered in blood and torn apart repeatedly, were pulled out of the long leg armor. It didn't have to be brutal, just the loud screams of the knights were enough to silence the castle guards.

Such screams naturally affected the inside of the castle, and after a while, a priest was led to the castle gates by the soldiers, and he could give some help to the knights' feet, which were beginning to freeze.

However, the branch in the squadron leader's hand first caught the priest's attention, and he even reached out and took the branch despite the screams of the knights. (To be continued......)