When it was dark, the Momiji Knights lit their torches. The light of the fire gathers and flows along the mountains, canyons and plains, looking like a flying dragon from afar.

As one of the most important armed forces of Lulian and one of the five major knights of the Empire, the Knights of the Red Leaf Knights have attracted people's attention with their every move. In particular, such a huge operation surprised the people in the villages, towns, estates and pastures along the way.

A noble lady, accompanied by a maid, walked up to the balcony of the small building of the manor, looking at the knight in fresh clothes and angry horses outside the fence of the manor, her eyes confused and confused. She didn't know where these knights were going, but the sturdy figure and galloping war horse were the dream of every young girl.

The farmers in the fields beside the road pestle their hoes and watched the majestic horses gallop past them. The sound of hooves is like thunder, and it is moving. Until the figure of the last knight disappeared into the fiery horizon of the setting sun, they were still standing in the flying dust, unable to recover.

The merchants, commoners, nobles, and mercenaries on the road had all taken refuge to the side of the road. Everyone looked up at the rolling iron stream that roared in front of them, and looked at the shining armor on the majestic knights, the cold steel masks, and the rows of neat cavalry spears in their hands, just dizzy.

And the long spear flags fluttering in the wind on the mounted spears, and the flaming red articles on the armor on the horse ornaments, all told them the identity of the army in front of them. For a while, people were surprised and talked about it.

Needless to say, ordinary people, even some nobles who have information from the upper echelons at any time don't know why the Momiji Knights are making such a big move. Surprised, they sent their cronies to contact and inquire, but they didn't get any news.

This is no small matter. You must know that in the current Lulian Province, the Red Leaf Knights, one of the five major knights of the Empire, are far superior to the Fifth Legion, the Mooney Guards and the Bavarian Knights led by Sophia in terms of strength and status.

Even when Medin City was at its most dangerous, the Knights of the Red Leaves stationed in Fjord Town still did what they had to do, and they didn't even move.

As far as they were concerned, as long as the Philaetes had not struck the city of Muni, it would have been none of their business. They can act entirely at their own discretion. As long as they are unwilling, even if Adolf is surrounded or even killed by the enemy, they will not leave their camp even half a step.

This is due to the high status of the Momiji Knights. In the entire Saint Solan Empire, in addition to the Royal Knights, there are only five such knights!

And now, the second brigade of the Momiji Knights stationed in the fjord is completely out of the nest. The Red Leaf Knights alone are a full hundred! This has never been done since the Red Leaf Legion went south to join the Lulian battle for more than a year! Even in several previous battles, the Red Leaf Knights dispatched by the Red Leaf Legion were only thirty or fifty people.

With questions, people watched the force as it was speeding westward. When the fire dragon roared past, carrier pigeons and falcons took off into the air and flew towards their different destinations.

Whew, huh

As the horses neighed, Philip and Kameni stopped side by side on the side of the road. Ten Momiji knights neatly diverted from the galloping horse team, dialed their horses in a circle, and gathered behind them.

No sooner had the horse stopped, shook his head and snorted, than an intelligence officer had already passed through the galloping procession and rode his horse to Philip.

"How?" asked Philip.

Medin City replied. The intelligence officer had a falcon in his left hand and handed Philip a piece of vellum paper in his right hand.

Philip quickly unfolded it, his face suddenly turned cold, gritted his teeth and handed the brown note to Kameni, and said: "That's right, starting from fifteen kilometers east of Edin City, all the way to our front, all the people of Viscount Wenger. For four whole prayers, none of them prayed. ”

Kameni looked at the information on the vellum quickly, and couldn't help but frown.

Philip asked the intelligence officer, "What do you say about the others?"

The intelligence officer reported: "The scouts we have sent have found out that two hours ago, Viscount Wenger's guard left the castle and headed southwest. At the same time, more than 100 of them stationed at the Saning village checkpoint are also missing. Initially, they were heading to the target area. ”

"Do you still need to judge?!" Philip said coldly: "Collusion with the Black Skull bandits, attack and kill passing caravans, hey, Wenger has a good calculation!"

"How many of them are there?" Kameni asked.

"There were more than fifty knights, more than a hundred cavalry, and nearly three hundred infantrymen. All were recruited within the last year. It is said that many of them are of unknown origin. The intelligence officer said.

Philip and Kameni gasped at the same time. A small viscount has four or five hundred people armed, which is even more terrifying than a count's family!

To make matters worse, the Black Skull bandits alone numbered more than six hundred, and with the Viscount Wenger Guard, there were more than a thousand. Where can a small caravan be able to contend with? I'm afraid that before the Momiji Knights arrive at the place of the incident, the other party has already cleaned up the battlefield and withdrew!

And according to the laws of the Saint Soran Empire, Wenger could not be convicted without sufficient human and physical evidence. Even if Philip thought he did it, he couldn't help it.

"Damn!" Philip's handsome face was bruised, and his forehead was bruised.

"Don't worry," Kameni mused, asking the intelligence officer, "You just said that the other side has three hundred infantry?"

The intelligence officer nodded, "Yes." There were about twenty cavalry and fifty or sixty infantry men left in Wenger Castle, and there were also more than seventy or eighty people at the checkpoints along the way. We estimate that the total number of people going to the target area is about two hundred, and more than half of them are infantry. ”

Kameni nodded and said to Philip: "If there are infantry, they can't go fast." Moreover, the city of Luoxia is no closer to us to the north, than the fjord, and on the way it passes through a tributary of the Hilai River. I reckon that if we were to go at full speed, we would be only half a prayer hour behind them. ”

Kameni's words didn't make Philip much easier.

He knew very well that judging from the current situation and the comparison of the strengths of the two sides, it was better to hope for a miracle than to expect the caravan to hold out until the knights arrived.

Kameni sighed, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "You can do everything, even if you can't save your friend in the end, you don't have to blame yourself." ”

"No," Philip shook his head, "he can't die anyway." He saved not only my life, but also Elethea's!"

"Oh?" Kameni's eyes widened suddenly.

Philip whispered how he met Roy and how he escaped death with his help, and finally said with a wry smile: "His name is Roy, and he is the guardian knight of Eretia Cefeng a year ago!"

"It's him!" Kameni said, surprised.

As a teacher at one of the highest academies in the Empire, he had heard a little bit about what was happening in the small southern city of Borabel.

Especially the name Roy, which at the time made many people think that he was the princess's fiancé. Later, I learned that this sixteen-year-old boy, who was about the same age as the princess, turned out to be just a commoner with blue eyes, working as a handyman under Baron Pollabel.

Later, the story of the young man spread and became a central topic in aristocratic circles.

Among those rumors, there are belittlements from the Holy See side, and there are also praises from the royal knights, some are absurd, some are true, and it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood. But the matter of being named a quasi-guardian knight is absolutely true.

With this alone, his fame spread throughout the aristocratic circles, and even overshadowed Augustus for a time.

However, no matter how famous he is, he is just a dead man after all.

More than a year has passed, and the name has disappeared into the vast river of history. The nobles were now talking about the war and the Imperial Capital Tournament that was getting closer and closer. With their memory of a small commoner's name, I'm afraid they have long forgotten him.

Kameni was a little curious. He didn't expect that this boy was not only alive, but also grew into an excellent magician. You must know that an eighteen-year-old magician is extremely rare even in the first training camp headquarters.

"Where did our front team go?" asked Philip.

"Twenty kilometers from the target area. The intelligence officer replied.

Philip nodded, flicked his horse's head, and said coldly: "Pass the order, speed up." and let the horses die of exhaustion, and they shall arrive within half an hour of prayer. If anyone dares to stop them on the way, kill them!"

After speaking, Philip leaned on the spur at his feet, and the hind legs of the war horse bent slightly, and he immediately shot out like an arrow.

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Kenneth wrapped himself tightly in a black coat.

Although it was already spring, the cold wind at night was still unbearable. The soldiers at the checkpoint gathered around the campfire to keep warm, and the surrounding fields were full of campfires lit by caravans and civilians who had blocked their paths.

Looking at these beating flames, for some reason, Kenneth was always a little unsettled. This kind of situation has never occurred since he became the squadron leader of the Black Warrior Friars of the Inquisition of the Diocese of Bolon County, and even if the county bishop was attacked and killed some time ago, he did not have any worries.

The county of Bolon is a member of the Holy See of the Western End. As long as the Bishop of the West Side is here, no one can turn the sky here.

However, Kenneth did not have a crush on Saki.

For one, he was only a squadron leader in a county diocese, with twenty or thirty warrior monks under his command, and he was too far away from Saki. Second, Saki is too ruthless in making money. Like this time.........

Kenneth turned his head to look at the guards of Viscount Wenger and snorted coldly.

Every day with these guys, he didn't guess something.

It's just that the task given to him above is to search for the murderer of the county bishop at the checkpoint, and since they are all confused, then he should just stay here for the murderer who doesn't even have any clues. I can't control the rest, and I can't think about it.

People who know too many things always end up with nothing!

Unscrewing the small silver flask in his arms, Kenneth took a sip of his wine. His eyes coldly glanced at a few mercenaries and freelancers who were looking at him.

Under his gaze, these rough men all turned their heads in silence.

No one dared to slip under the noses of the black-clad priests of the Inquisition. Once caught, what awaits them may be to become a suspect in the murder of the county bishop and be thrown into the Holy See prison, or even killed directly.

The sound of horses' hooves and wheels could be heard in the cool silence of the night.

Moments later, with a few shaking stirrups, a small motorcade appeared in the eyes of Kenneth and the people on tiptoe on both sides of the official road.

Kenneth looked at the approaching carriage and the guards looming beside it, and after a moment, his expression changed suddenly.

What appeared in front of him was a papal convoy. Two carriages, eight knights, and a dozen deacons and monks, there were not many people, and the grandeur was not very large, but the cross flag with gold on the black background on the carriage shocked Kenneth and his men. That's the banner of the Bishop of Brolonshire!

The meeting at the Cathedral of Muny City quickly passed through Kenneth's mind, and without hesitation, he led his men to meet him quickly!

There is no doubt that it was none other than the new bishop of Bollonshire!

Soon, Kenneth confirmed his guess. Because, in the escort team, a knight who was familiar with him nodded slightly in the face of his inquiring eyes. At this moment, Kenneth did not hesitate, and respectfully walked to the carriage window and saluted: "Kenneth, the leader of the Bronshire Warriors Squadron, see your lordship." ”

"Kenneth ......" A familiar voice rang in Kenneth's ears. He looked up and saw a familiar face appear in the open curtains, "What are you doing here?"

Kenneth stared blankly at the chubby face in front of him, he originally thought that this person had been knocked to the ground, and even reduced to a prisoner, but he didn't expect that not only did he not fall, but ......

Kenneth swallowed vigorously and stammered in a voice that sounded like he was far away, "About ...... Bishop Joseph. ”

"Presumptuous!" said a deacon, "Lord Joseph is the new bishop of Bolon County appointed by Lord Wallace, Archbishop of Lulian......"

"Well, Kenneth and I are old acquaintances. Joseph motioned to Evan, who was following the carriage, to open the door, and dismounted from the carriage, interrupting the deacon. He turned his head to look around, looked at the piles of bonfires, and asked puzzledly, "Who are you?"

Kenneth had already come to his senses at this time, and quickly and respectfully explained: "I would like to inform the county bishop, we are ordered to search for the murderer of the former county bishop. He was also clever enough to know that Joseph had been ostracized by the former bishop, and when referring to the former bishop at this moment, he automatically omitted the title of adult.

"Oh?" Joseph's eyes flashed, and he asked, "Any clues?"

Kenneth shook his head and said, "No!"

Joseph nodded. This did not come as a surprise to him. Because according to the secret monk, the murderer should be in the hands of the bishop of the Western District, Saki. In that case, how could he have allowed the murderer to be caught by Kenneth. In other words, Kenneth and they are here, but they are just going through the motions.

Thinking of the Monk Tantra, Joseph is still in a trance.

From the moment I stepped into the Mauni City Cathedral in the early morning until now, it was like a dream. When he walked into the Holy See, he was a scapegoat with a black cauldron, but now, he is the new bishop of the county with the subordinates personally allocated by Archbishop Wallace!

There are no more ups and downs in life than this.

Just as he was sighing with emotion, Joseph suddenly felt a tremor under his feet. Not only him, but everyone around him felt it. The people gathered around the fire stood up in horror, and the soldiers and the black-clad priests at the checkpoint looked east at the same time.

A moment later, the violent sound of horses' hooves, like rolling thunder, swept in!