"Thank you, Brother Aaron. ”

Angel's sweet voice caught Lance's attention.

The guard who was talking to her scratched the back of his head a little shyly, and said gently: "You're welcome, Anqi, the captain is estimated to be back in about half an hour, remember to pay attention to the time." ”

"Yes, Brother Aaron, I will take note, may the Light be with you!" Angel clenched her hands into fists and closed her eyes in prayer for him.

"Uh... May the Light be with you, Angel. Aaron paused, a little embarrassed and repeated.

"I don't know what kind of god Angel believes in, but this is a good breakthrough..."He secretly looked at Angel's beautiful face, and his throbbing heart was secretly thinking.

It seems that Angel's charm is good.

The guard's eyes full of admiration could not escape Lance's eyes, he smiled and didn't take it to heart, and after the chains were opened, Aaron left a little reluctantly, and then asked, "How is the situation at the temple?"

"Not bad, my lord, there are a lot of miserable poor people joining us, but for now, I guess they just want to fill their bellies. Angel lifted her hood and replied respectfully.

"Well, there is a process for everything, try to expand our influence first, and sooner or later we will see results, after all, we believe in the true God, don't we? Lance nodded, smiling at her and complimenting, "Good job, priest." ”

"Thank you, sir!" said Angel, blushing a little, glad to receive Lance's compliment.

I can finally do something for adults...

She thought so, both before and after that relationship, and perhaps since Lance had acquiesced in the fact that she had secretly taken some kitchen food to the poor children, and that Angel had first realized that her adult was not a cold man, though he had often kept a straight face, and had whipped erring guards and ordered some damned criminals to be hanged.

But unlike the timid and scared maids, she wanted to go into Lance's heart, because from him, Angel could feel a kind of vulnerability that was well concealed.

Yes, fragile.

She had a rough understanding of the rumors, and how much effort he had put into getting to where he was, since she became his personal maid at the age of fourteen, Angel had seen both assassination and conspiracy, and the world was completely different from what she had imagined.

There is no handsome and elegant knight, there is no love without purpose...

Reality is not a fairy tale!

These are the words that Lance said after killing an assassin, covering the wounds of the wounds, and rushing at his frightened self at the time.

Words of comfort!

Despite the coldness of his tone, Angel could hear his concern, after all, intelligence was one of the advantages that drove her out of the ordinary.

She's in love with Lance!

I love his strength, his hard work, and his spirit of never giving up and the back that stands in front of him when the crisis comes.

Even in the most desperate situation, he can grit his teeth and break through, and no one can defeat this proud man except death.

Until the appearance of the god of Nidaya!

Only then did Angel know that his identity turned out to be the son of God, the son of the true God!

From Martin's mouth, they all told him of his strength, and from the arrangement that Lance recounted, she sensed his ambition!

He has bigger dreams and goals!

Angel had always wanted to do something for him, including her own body and everything, and now, the opportunity had come!

"I'm a priest!" said Angel to herself.

Lance felt as if a flash of light had flashed across her forehead, but when he looked closely, it was as if nothing had happened.

"Dazzled?" he shook his head strangely.

"My lord, there are about three hundred believers at present, most of them are poor civilians, a small number of soldiers, but except for those children in the orphanage you set up, their faith is not firm, at best they are a little curious about God..." ”

"This morning?"

"Yesterday, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to see you. ”

"Damn it!"

After receiving an exact answer, Lance burst out and scolded, "This idiot who only thinks with muscles!

He slammed his fist against the wall, tearing the chains so loudly that they rattled.

Despite the rough suspicion that His Majesty might be behind everything, even if he didn't know what his goal was, Lance understood that the fall of Lane was inevitable, even in Ilcutrin.

The land can be regained if it is lost, the population is gone and it can be fertile again, and the lion never cares about the idea of the flock, he only knows that when he is hungry, he will eat meat.

And this piece of meat is very likely to be the Stoke family, after all, the prestige of his father, Duke Alexis, is growing in the north, and has gradually covered the majesty of the king, and the reason why he is still alive as a remnant of the Falcon Knights is just an excuse to use to tear off the fig leaf at a critical moment, and the value of exerting residual heat.

The sad Earl of Silverblade Castle is still unaware that he has become a pawn that can be discarded at any time.

After all, the army of the Misty Mountains wanted to ravage Ryan, and his fiefdom was the last barrier, and he often boasted of the shield that guarded the kingdom, but the ending was so ridiculous.

However, if the horns of a sheep are sharp enough, it may not be impossible to defeat a lion, and Lance does not believe what he can guess, and his father, who is an example of nobility, will not know anything.

Two of Ravenston's most powerful men clashed each other, only to pity the ignorant civilians and the hot-blooded warriors.

As if to test Lance's conjecture...

Aaron, the guard who had not been away for a short time, hurried in.

"Lord Reims, the Knight of Carlos of Silverblade Castle has asked to meet you!" he looked anxious, as if he had received very bad news.

"Oh, then why didn't he come by himself?" Lance remembered the name, his own defeated men.

"Lord Carlos, he—" Aaron stopped talking.

"Take me out. Lance's expression froze, and he roughly guessed something: "Anqi, you go and find Martin and Jacob immediately, organize and arrange for the civilians of the villages outside the city to move into the castle as soon as possible, and be ready to evacuate at any time!"

"Yes, sir. Angel was keenly aware of the seriousness of the situation and nodded solemnly in agreement.

The trio quickly made their way through the dungeon's narrow corridors to the castle.

The sober air shook Lance's spirits, and he subconsciously quickened his pace a little.

............

When Lance sees Carlos again.

The knight, who had been tall and strong, and skilled with swordsmanship, was lying on the bed, his face full of decadence as he allowed Maester Bruce to put a splint on his leg, as if he had lost the strength to scream, only the fine beads of sweat on his forehead proved that he was enduring severe pain.

"Fortunately, it should only be that the bone is broken, the bruise has been cleaned, there is no need to remove it, and if you cultivate well, there may be no possibility of recovery. Master Bruce's answer cleared his mind.

Lance understood that, despite the Bachelor's tactful words, it was clear that Carlos' knighthood had been sentenced, and perhaps he would have to lean back in his wheelchair, stroking his sword and boasting to his children and grandchildren about the glory of the past in his old voice.

The atmosphere was silent for a while.

"On behalf of the Count, I solemnly request your assistance, Lord Reims!" Carlos said with some frustration.

He remembered the guide's words again.

People who are overconfident always seem to subconsciously resist some remarks that are obviously beneficial to themselves, he is like this, and the Earl is like this, but when it happens, what is the use of regret?

"What's going on, Carlos?" Lance tried to comfort the man, but thought it would be better to ask a straightforward question.

"We've been ambushed by those damn Misty Mountain barbarians!The Count ordered a direct attack on their lair to relieve the pressure on the town of Lane, but—" At this point, Carlos seemed to sense something: "But they seem to know exactly what we are trying to do!

Carlos indignantly voiced his conjectures.

"Yes, I guess the town of Lane is finished!" Lance echoed guiltily, "When I led the Ranger Brigade to reconnoitre, I was also ambushed by the Barbarians of the Misty Mountains in the Jungle, so I hastily ordered the Ranger Brigade to fight freely and assemble in Ryan Town. But in my judgment, the town of Lane should be a trap, a trap for the Misty Mountain people trying to eliminate my rangers, and I have to admit that this is probably the worst decision I've ever made in my life..."

It was the first time he had explained the story to someone else.

"Although I myself was sent back to Ilketlin by my men because I was seriously wounded, my brother Igor and those valiant warriors—" Lance covered his mouth with some sadness and coughed.

The cold inside the dungeon was chilling, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"Lord Lance, please save the Count!" Carlos said eagerly, recalling his mission, "he is now besieged by the Misty Mountain people in the direction of the Krens Mountains to the north, and the situation is very urgent!"

"Carlos, I understand your feelings, and I would like to rescue the Count, but—" said Lance with some embarrassment, "I took all the soldiers away, what about Ilcutrin, what about the civilians here, and let them be slaughtered by those barbarians?"

He noticed that Carlos's expression of resistance to severe pain became lost, and there was a faint feeling of unbearability in his heart.

Wait, severe pain?