The sound of the rain pounded the streets, and the sudden light rain obscured the newborn sun, as if the magnificent scenery of the morning was nothing but a waking dream. When the soldiers who died in battle on the city wall were wrapped in white cloth and carried down, the gods had mercy, and the royal banner that wrapped them was supposed to symbolize loyalty, but in a huge royal capital, all the flags together were not enough to cover the devastated bodies of these brave warriors, and everyone who saw these dead guards restrained their smiling faces.

What does that mean, everybody walking down the street ponders. After paying such a high price, does the so-called victory mean just another day of survival? The inhabitants of the Grey Lion King raised their heads and looked at the gray sky with blank eyes, but they could not see the slightest light, and some of them only dripped rain into their eyes.

"It's like the sky is crying. Mona walked in the middle of the line, stretched out her hand, and watched the raindrops splash on her palms.

"The sky doesn't cry, it's people who cry. Jack continued with a toothpick in his mouth. However, even the wolfwalker put away his rambling attitude, and the desolation that permeated the city and the desperation under the rain made him compelled to do so.

After the group was silent because of this atmosphere, only Cheese's eyes looked at the residents of the royal capital who walked by without scruples, and there was no sadness or solemn emotion in the mage's eyes, but his usual calmness. Cheese looked around as if he were looking at a painting, and said in a voice that only he could hear.

"Despair is the cradle of faith. ”

The Grey Lion is a country of almost no faith, and because of its remoteness, even the zealous missionary clergy are reluctant to put down roots in this cold land. The inhabitants of this kingdom still believe in vague totems or simply kings, and there is no religious community of any size among them. But soon this will be a thing of the past, and the mage believes that if the lion survives the plague, religion will begin to sprout in this suffering land.

And the fastest to get results should be those who have already infiltrated this kingdom and waited for that moment. Like a melancholy bard. Cheese shook his head at the thought of this, the cult of the Wet Soul didn't like to promote itself. In fact, even the mages couldn't figure out what these followers of the Rain were doing.

"Here we are. Elsa's voice came from his ears, interrupting Cheese's thoughts, and only then did he realize that the scenery in front of him was already the outskirts of the city, and the city walls were not far from the group, and Heather was talking to the non-commissioned officer who was in charge of the area. Lothar was not in the team, and thinking of what had happened to him, the Count voluntarily withdrew from the plan to meet with the Grand Master of the Knights of the Kingdom.

Atticus soon appeared in front of everyone, the knight's beard was as pale as Roland's, but the Grand Master's beard with a cranking jaw was completely different from the old magician's chest-down beard. The Iron Knight's eyes were resolute and clear, and he couldn't tell that he had gone through a great battle.

"It's good to see you again, my dear rose!" said the Grand Knight, hugging Heather tightly. The famous Greylion Knight had been trained in his squad, which was why Heather was sure she would be received by the Iron Knight.

"Yes, it's good to see you, Your Excellency. The female knight did not feel uncomfortable with the other person's embrace, not to mention that both of them were wearing armor, this kind of hug could not touch the body at all, even if there were no two layers of iron barrier, Heather would not refuse the arm of this father-like man. This is also a sentiment shared by every knight who has been trained under Atticus, who respects the old knight as if it were their own father.

"Haha, don't say that, you're already the head of the Knights of the Hammer, and I'm not qualified to be called that!" the old knight said, patting Heather on the shoulder as he examined the woman in front of him, both of whom and Leon were his most proud disciples. There was even a time when Atticus tried to bring the two together, and although the relationship didn't end in a wedding as the Iron Knight had hoped, it didn't stop the two disciples from standing in his heart.

"You will always be my commander, my lord. Heather had a rare smile on her face, she was so feminine only to those who were really close to her. You know, even the knights who have served in the Knights of the Hammer for more than three years rarely see the smiling face of the leader, and how devastating it can be to smile at Heather, and those young knights even gave it a proper name, Rose Bloom.

The Iron Knight was not a man of words, so he could only clasp Heather's shoulders tightly with both hands now, and the smile on his face made the adjutant beside him dumbfounded, they had never seen a knight captain like the Iron Man so happy.

"Well, great! You don't know, when I heard about the fall of the Hammerland, I wanted to take someone to find you myself! I didn't expect you to come here by yourself before I could look for you......" Atticus couldn't continue. As the leader of the Hammer Knights, Heather's responsibilities doomed her to never leave the lord who had sworn allegiance and flee privately, so why did she appear here? The Grand Knight Captain only noticed at this time that there were several people standing behind Heather. And several of them made him instinctively unhappy.

Heather noticed the Iron Knight's gaze, as well as the gloom in Atticus' eyes, the old knight had always been sensitive and lackluster for spellcasters. Knowing this, Hammer Rose knew she had to dispel the Grand Knight's concerns before he could speak. So Heather broke free of the strong hands on his shoulders, and suddenly knelt down on one knee, put his left hand on his heart, and said.

"I swear by my glory and my life, I have not broken my oath, and I have come with the hope of saving the lion and begging for your help!"

Atticus looked at the female knight kneeling in front of him, and the heat in his eyes gradually cooled. His gaze wandered back and forth over Cheese and Jack's faces, and the Iron Knight could feel his own saber radiating an unusual heat from its scabbard. The rain that had fallen on the scabbard was evaporating rapidly.

"Bring them to my tent, this is not the place to talk. Reaching out to lift Heather up from the ground, the Grand Knight Chief said. Then he flicked his cloak without looking back, and walked to the barracks under the city walls.