At first, Count Bag and his men thought they were hallucinating, because they saw neither the enemy nor their own men on the intended battlefield, but three young girls on horseback ran out - the sex of which could not be mistaken, for they were all dressed in very bright clothes, with long skirts dragged underneath, which could be seen from afar.

The sun had risen to mid-heaven, but just at that time a cloud had drifted over the heads of Count Bagh and the others, casting a shadow on them, causing the temperature around them to drop.

A gust of wind blew, and because of the shadows cast by the clouds, Count Bagh thought it was a gloomy wind. After running, worry, and anger had made him sweat, his alcohol had subsided a little, and now the cold wind had cleared his mind a little. He began to notice the unusual situation. The hunchback and the others were not here, perhaps he had routed the bishop's ranks and fled with the booty, but there was always something to be left around - sticks, straw hats......

But nothing.

The hunchback and the others didn't seem to have moved with stolen goods after a battle, they were more like they disappeared out of thin air.

And the surroundings did not seem to be good—the sun seemed to be gone, the birds that had been noisy and cheerful under the clear sky a moment ago were silent as if they had received orders, and the only thing around them was the rustle of the leaves in the wind, except for the hum of bees.

"Are those witches who use witchcraft?" The volume of Count Bag's questioning was not at all comparable to that of the hunchback he had just cursed the hunchback, and he cautiously tightened the reins of his horse, ready to turn around and gallop at the first moment.

His knights were whispering, too. They are not timid people, but. Where did the hunchback and the others go?

They all took their weapons from their retinue and took them in their hands.

It's a tense time. The cloud that had obscured the sun above their heads drifted away again, and the bright spring sun poured down on the heads of the Count and the others, warming their bodies and emboldening them, and a clamor came from behind, and it was their servants who had come with ropes and shackles to bind the bishop and the other captives, which strengthened their courage even more.

By this time, the three young girls on horseback had come closer, in the sun. Their clothes and costumes were even more dazzling—the leading maiden wore a cloak of bright red tweed, the two rows of brass buttons on which shone like gold, and the neckline was fastened with a real gold pin, and on her head was a snow-white turban embroidered with gold thread, and two braids hung down to her shoulders, the braids were the same color as gold, and her face was snow-white, and her lips were bright red, and she held the reins in one hand. Holding a small silver cross in one hand, she sat on her horse, her back straight, as if she were not opposite a notorious nobleman and a group of robber knights. Rather, it was a few of her servants.

The two maidens behind her were dressed similarly to hers, but wore blue and green tweed cloaks and gold-embroidered turbans.

The girl at the head rode a chestnut horse. The two maidens behind her rode a chestnut, a black horse. Anyone familiar with horses can tell at a glance that these horses are different from the Neustriates - they have longer legs and smaller heads for the same height. The eyes are more flexible, as if they were the offspring of a Newstria horse mixed with a wild deer, and they walk gracefully in pairs, showing that they were once well trained. But, at this time, none of Count Bagg and his men noticed the horses.

These people, accustomed to plunder, had coveted the maidens and their expensive clothes and ornaments, and now that the scruples about witches had been cast out of the clouds, their hands grasped the reins again, and they kicked their horses and charged at the Count's command.

The leading maiden stopped her horse at this moment, and she raised the silver cross in her hand. A gust of wind blew and unfurled the flags carried behind the two maidens behind her, one by Turnest and the other by St. Aubrey.

"I, on behalf of the Bishop of Turnest," she said timidly, "and Baroness Brad, greetings to the honorable Count of Bagugh—is he here?" ”

The knights erupted in a rough laugh, some whistled, others screamed, "Did the Bishop send his nuns trainees to beg for mercy?" Count Bagg grinned too, laughing at the unexpected envoy, their previous worries were all put to the back of their minds at this moment, ah, the hunchback gang didn't take the lead! They should still be holding lice somewhere else! Let them continue to pet lice there, the riches belong to Count Bagg and his most trusted men!

The girl's face flushed, and she bit her lip with her snow-white teeth, and then, despite the ridicule of Count Bagh and his men, continued: "Inform the honorable Count of Bag, that the merciful Bishop and Baroness Brad, in spite of all the bad things he has done before, have no intention of going to war with him, and if he is a good man from now on, he will return the ox he stole before, and the goods of the merchants and pilgrims whom he has stolen before, and compensate him with his own innocent wealth and honest laborand then sincerely apologize to those who have been robbed by him, and dedicate half of his territory to the Cathedral of Turnest and St. Aubrey, and the benevolent bishop will consider pardoning his sins......"

Count Bag laughed so hard that he almost rolled off his horse, the little bishop of Tournest was too talented! Although the IQ of the ladies has never been considered, where did he find such a few female fools who believe in justice! Do they think they're women?

Still expect him to be influenced by these female fools?

Hahahahaha!

Oh, hahahahahahaha!

The two knights beside him had to punch their fists on their chests so that they wouldn't laugh out of breath.

“…… In the name of the gods, this is his last chance to give the honorable Count Bag, and I beg you to tell the Count that he should seize this opportunity, for ...... You have to be reasonable! The girl at the head stammered that it was not easy to hold on to an ungrounded tirade amid the rude ridicule, whistles, and screams of a crowd of men, and that Count Bagh did not feel the need to keep her going, and his stomach was already smiling enough.

"I'm not going to seize this opportunity, but I'm going to seize you!" He laughed and yelled, "Catch these girls!" Let's teach them a good lesson and let them know what the rules of the world are! ”

He charged valiantly at the three horsemaidens, and his men were not far behind, two of them, in the glorious tradition of Neustrian knights on the battlefield, had whipped their horses and charged before their leader, the Count, gave the command!

It was too late, it was too soon, and without hesitation, the three horse-riding maidens turned their horses' heads in unison and fled from the predetermined battlefield without chivalry—well, they had nothing to do with chivalry.

Such a crisp and not at all pedantic escape did not alarm Count Bag and his men at all, and the alcohol and male hormones filled their brains, making them gallop with great confidence, thinking that in a few moments they would be able to enjoy themselves!

"Don't run, little girl, let me open you up!"

"Don't run the chick, do you want to taste what it's like to be a woman?"

They shouted such battle trumpets and chased after the weak maidens like tigers descending from the mountains. The brightly coloured cloaks worn by the maidens fluttered in the wind, and with such an obvious target, Count Bagh and his men would never lose them again!

Although, as any sober onlooker could easily see, Count Bagh and his men had made a futile effort to catch up with the maidens - the girls were already lighter than the men, and they were not armoured or armed, so they were even lighter, and their horses were good horses that Count Bag and others did not have—the horses of Newstria were tall and strong, but they were not very good in terms of speed and agility.

However, when a group of men, encouraged by androgens, chased weak girls to teach them a life lesson, their IQ was negative all the way, and none of them thought they would not be able to catch up!

It's true that they haven't caught up with the girls so far, but the distance between them hasn't been lengthened!

The pursuers tried their best to whip and kick their horses, hoping to catch up with the maidens, but they did not find that the distance was not extended because the fleeing maidens had been adjusting the relationship between the horses, and they adjusted the distance between them and their pursuers as they fled, so that the pursuers did not feel that the chase was hopeless, and they were careful to keep them out of range of their bows and arrows—a very cautious fear, for the Neustrians were better at horseback than the northern infantry, who could only ride around. But firing arrows while riding was still beyond their capabilities, and their tweed cloaks had a defensiveness - but caution was never a bad thing.

And the pursuers, blinded by the illusion that there did not seem to be a laggard, fixed their eyes on the wealth and the female captives at their fingertips, their cloaks fluttering before their eyes, and the bright colors and embroidered gold on them dazzled their eyes and confused their minds.

"Catch any of them, and you'll have a lot of fun!" "A fine tweed cloak is no less worth than a tapestry!" Many baroness don't have such a cloak yet, and when they get it, they get rich! Better than grabbing a cart of open pork! ”

"That turban is silk, it must be Karaman!"

Lust, greed, alcohol, and incomparable male ego urge them to chase after them.

None of the pursuers noticed that an eagle was hovering over their heads.

They didn't even notice that the road in front of them was open and flat, and there were not a single pothole.

They had already made a long drive, whistling all the way into the confines of the parish of Tournest. (To be continued......)