Curran stretched out a hand from under the gray robe and squeezed it around Charion's body, occasionally rubbing it in.

Charion's heart gripped at fear, and he suddenly remembered the teachings of the priests whom he had previously disdained—the blasphemy and adultery of cults, which not only poisoned women, but even men sometimes could not escape their clutches.

On the contrary, it is said that the more masculine a person is, the more popular he is with cultists—the more he violates morality and ethics, and the more he is loved by evil gods and demons.

However, he thought too much, and Kuran retracted his hand and laughed: "This body is not bad, although it is not the highest rank, but it is not difficult to concoct it and exert the strength of the peak of a high-level swordsman." ”

Charion finally understood what the other was thinking—his gaze was like that of a cattle dealer, checking the teeth and age of cattle and sheep, waiting to be slaughtered for meat or sold for money.

Although you don't have to worry about the butt blooming, being taken by the cultists to transform the human body is also a desperate ending.

Then his consciousness sank into darkness in a deep despair.

"Elevate this rotten thing to the pinnacle of a high-ranking swordsman...... It's not a small investment, is it worth it?" Charim completely ignored Charion as his own relative, and kicked him in the body, and then calmly and objectively raised the cost issue.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. Curran smiled softly, "My lord has issued an oracle to capture those two mercenaries. Even if we all die here, we will have sufficient value and will surely receive the greatest blessings and glory in the Lord's kingdom. ”

A bunch of maniacs. Shalim cursed inwardly, but said casually, "If that's the case, then it's for the best." My purpose is exactly the same as the interests of your church.

Now that the situation is urgent, if there is anything else needed, just ask for it, and I will try my best to arrange it according to the situation. ”

As Curran pondered, Shalim continued, "But you better think of a way to make this stupid big brother more valuable......

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Charion was a rare surprise in his full plate armor and draped in appearances before his followers.

"What's the matter, sir......"

"Probably to boost morale?"

The followers whispered.

Almost everyone knows that Charion, who used to wear plate armor, accidentally fell and rolled downhill, making him a laughing stock for a while.

The flexibility of the plate armor is actually not as bad as imagined, and the ordinary people who have been trained actually wear the plate armor to run, roll, and take the big top, and it is not very difficult to turn over and get on the horse, in the final analysis, it is still his own negligence in practice.

But since that incident, Charion has completely hated plate armor, and often said some sour things such as "stupid iron coffin" and "spending money to raise a few servants to help knights get on horses", and also sold a set of plate armor at a low price and a set of plate armor to Hu Servant.

"Command!"

The followers subconsciously straightened their bodies.

Although I don't quite understand why Charion seems to be a different person, maybe it's his acting skills - he doesn't understand his own lack of talent, and he once secretly stayed up late to practice how to make handsome movements and gorgeous speeches, which are actually seen by his followers.

"Cooks, grooms, servants, and other people who can't directly participate in the war are called here. They need to do their part. ”

Maybe it's to let the civilians throw stones at the besiegers?

With these words, he turned his head and re-entered the room, slamming the door shut.

"Let me be alone and leave the rest to Shalim. ”

At the moment when the door was closed, this sentence was heard.

Only the followers were left to look at each other.

"Could it be that adults finally understand that they should rely on others?"

"That fat brother...... No problem, although it seems to be a little capable......"

In either case, as a follower, you must support and resolutely follow through on the orders of the sovereign. They are not aristocrats, they are just commoners who are eager to advance to the rank of life, they have no right to refuse, and no one will give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

Immediately after, there was a sound of metal colliding inside the door. Not surprising to the followers, Charion didn't like plate armor, and now he must have taken it off and thrown it on the ground as soon as possible.

Soon, they dispersed.

No one found out what exactly happened, no one. His followers had tried their best to get to know Charion, but on the contrary, he refused to let go. Even once, if you get close to your followers, you might be able to see through the anomaly.

It's just that this guy will never have a chance.

"Then again...... Where's that dead drunk?"

Shalim suddenly remembered the other brother who had run out with an upset stomach just now.

Now that the lower limit has been broken and Charion has been eliminated, it doesn't matter if you do another one. He thought to himself.

The most hated thing in Shalim's life was the wise people - when he saw them, he remembered that he had great wisdom, but because of his illness, he was fat, and he did not receive any attention from the baron's uncle, and when the baron cultivated Sherlock, he had to keep his head in order to avoid being hit.

Sherlock, Charando...... And that most hateful Luo Ming, all of them will die for me!

"There is a sense of danger......

Struggling to climb over a boulder, Charandor took a slight breath and quickly moved his feet, refusing to linger longer.

Originally, he already felt bad when he saw Luo Ming's note, and this premonition was even worse during the three-person meeting.

Charion is certainly incompetent, but he is the oldest, has many followers, and is also troublesome in fighting, and Shalim is a hidden and insidious guy who seems to have hidden strength in his hands. Once the three of them tear their faces and fight infighting, they will die in the hands of their own people before they have any power or strength, and they are disgusted with alcohol.

The somewhat self-aware Charando would not have slipped out of the back hill of the castle like Charion.

To be honest, the average person would not build a castle on the plains unless they were forced to do so. If you can have a mountain or cliff in your back, you can save half the cost, and it is easier to defend and difficult to attack.

The same is true of the castle, which is a modest hill behind it, with a back door for the upper echelons to escape or for messengers to slip in if necessary. And this rugged terrain made it difficult for large forces to pass, let alone launch siege formations.

This way you will never be chased. Charando thought about the promise Luo Ming had made to him, and his mood finally changed a little better.

"It's not about running away, it's called a wise choice!"