Although Cerendra's northernmost territory is closer to the north than Canrito's southernmost territory, since crossing the border between the two countries, Stan has felt hot and irritable, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Nerfi didn't feel that there was a noticeable temperature change in the place they were in now than in Canreto, and looked at Stan with a wet handkerchief. "I didn't feel that hot, and while it wasn't really as hot as in Canrito, it wasn't that hot. ”

Stan wrung the handkerchief out vigorously and continued wiping it. "You don't know, I sweat on my back when I hear the name Cerendra, and I'd rather fight the demon than come here. ”

Magill laughed from the sidelines. "Stan, this is only the northernmost part of Threndra, if we need to go south next, we will have to cross the rainforest in the middle, I see what you will do then. ”

Hearing Magill say this, Stan's back breaks out in a sweat. "I used to think I would never be here in my life, and I'm starting to miss the winter in Doyle. ”

"Doyle's winter freezes off people's toes and ears, and I'd rather come here. "Nellfi didn't feel as hot as Stan, but after all, they were now in the southernmost country of Wallis, and the unusual weather had barely affected their place, so the mage had taken off her heavy cloak, even the foot-length mage robes, and now she was wearing a short blouse and skirt, her calves were exposed, and she was dangling at the sides of her mount.

Stan was initially critical of Nerfi's outfit, scaring away several pedestrians who had sneaked a glimpse of Nerfi's white, smooth calves, but when he realized that he was so hot that he couldn't take off all his armor and tunics, he couldn't blame Nerfi. But as a knight, he could not take off the armor that symbolized the status and honor of knighthood at will, and the same was true of the knights of Canrito, all the men still wearing the armor hot from the sun, and the beads of sweat on their foreheads kept running down their cheeks.

Fortunately, in the evening of the same day, they reached their intended destination, the village north of Salendra, Knoxville. There was only one militia of more than twenty men in the village, and because of Canrito's reputation in Wallis, the neighboring villages welcomed the knights of Canrito, so the group entered the village without the slightest hindrance, but many young girls looked at the mighty knights in front of them with interest in the streets, and covered their mouths and laughed at each other.

The knights walked down the street without squinting, their shiny armor reflecting the golden glow of the setting sun, and Stan knew in his heart that although these knights of Canrito seemed to be oblivious to the girls of the village, they were all young men after all, and it was the age when they should laugh and joke with young girls, and it was the knights' rules that kept their desires in check. Thinking of this, Stan suddenly realizes that the rules of knighthood are actually suppressing human nature in some ways.

A girl with her long dark brown hair tied into a ponytail crumpled a plain white handkerchief and threw it at the nearest knight, the handkerchief losing momentum on the knight's left side and slowly descending. The knight stretched out his left hand and grabbed the handkerchief that was floating towards the ground, then he dismounted from his horse in the most standard position possible and walked up to the girl. "Ma'am, keep your handkerchief, and make sure you don't throw it away next time. ”

The girls squirmed and swayed, and in Serendra, the girls wore very little, and the hot weather made them wear only single clothes and skirts all year round, and a significant proportion of the girls wore short skirts. The girl in front of the knight was wearing a pale red midi skirt that covered half of the girl's knees, and her swaying body made her dress and skirt sway. "My name is Carmel, what's your name, Lord Knight?"

"Clifford, my name is Clifford, ma'am. Seeing that the girl had not yet taken the handkerchief, the knight became a little anxious, and his companions had stopped and glared at him. "Please take your handkerchief, ma'am. ”

The girl smiled and looked at her companions, the laughter of the girls made Clifford feel even more overwhelmed, but Carmel did not mean to take the handkerchief. "Clifford, you and your companions will stay here tonight, will you be free for the evening? I can show you around the village, you must be your first time in Knoxville, there is a lot to be nostalgic about, including the people here. ”

Clifford lowered his head, not daring to look the girl in the eye, and the hand holding the handkerchief tighter. Magir couldn't wait any longer and shouted loudly on his horse. "Hell, Clifford, you just shoved the handkerchief straight into her hand. ”

Magill's words made Stan suddenly look sideways at him, he didn't expect that as the captain of the knight squad, there would be times when he would explode foul language, which was completely different from the Knight Canrito in his image.

Clifford glanced at the captain in embarrassment, but the girl was clasping his hands in front of his chest, and he had no chance to shove the handkerchief through. In the midst of a dilemma, Nerfi jumped off his horse, walked over to Clifford, took the handkerchief from his hand, and shoved it into Carmel's arm. "Take it, we have to go, I don't want to accompany you. ”

Carmel's mouth could not be closed in surprise, and the smile froze on her pretty face, and Clifford took the opportunity to quickly bow to the girl and run back to his mount. Nerfi walked back slowly, oblivious to the look that Carmel could burn her to death.

The group began to march again, and another girl threw a handkerchief at them, and this time, not a knight dared to reach out to take it, and all rode as if they had seen nothing, and rode towards an inn in the middle of the village.

Magill took the lead and walked into the inn, and the innkeeper, a bald middle-aged man, hurriedly greeted him. "Knight, is there anything I can do for you?"

"We're going to stay here for one night, two people in a room, of course the lady has a room alone, and besides, we need something to eat now, and we're going to get some dinner. Magir glanced inside the inn, as if looking for someone.

The innkeeper didn't dare to snub the knights of Canrito, not to mention that Magill, who took the lead, still had a fierce look on his face, and hurriedly trotted to arrange it. Stan couldn't help but think to himself when he saw him. "Having a little bit of a vicious appearance isn't necessarily a bad thing. ”

Magil found his target on the first floor of the inn, where there were not many guests, and he walked towards a corner, where a man in a brown leather suit sat at a table, slowly sipping tea and looking at the approaching knight captain.

"Is there anyone here?" Magill pointed to the chair across from the man. "I made an appointment with a friend here. ”

The man looked up slightly. "Your friends are already in front of you. ”

Instead of sitting down, Magill continued to ask, "My friend, where is he from?"

"He came from a border country, by a river that had been frozen with ice, and there was a majestic city, and he came from there. The man replied calmly.

Magill nodded in satisfaction, turned back to greet his companion, and sat down. "I'm the Knight Captain of Canrito, Magill, and I ask for my last name. ”

The man was about to speak, but Stan looked at him and cried out in surprise, "Aren't you Tirin?"

The man followed the voice, his eyes suddenly shining, and he stood up suddenly. "Stan! damn it, hell, it's really you!"

Ignoring Nerfi, who was stunned by the man's foul words, Stan smiled and opened his arms, and the two border nationals hugged each other, greeting each other. Sometimes things are so wonderful, in the most unlikely places, meet the most unlikely people, and experience an incredible adventure together.