The river in the morning light is like a silver ribbon, reflecting the dazzling sunlight in the distance. The shallows along the coast are overgrown with reeds.

Far away, Tallinnham can vaguely see the bustling scene on the other side of the river. Countless white tents are connected together, flags are lined up, and people and horses shuttle among them, a vibrant scene. However, they are not gathered here to celebrate, nor are they simply gathering. Rather, it is to defend against the greenskins from the south.

Never since Tarynham came to Bretonnia did he seem to have seen a time when the kingdom was not plagued by war. Wars large and small have filled the past few years, and the good times have been broken again and again. In the end, both the king and his knights were victorious, but the price was heavy. The elder King Charles was mortally wounded in his last battle against the Legion of the Dead, eventually dying in the capital city of Cologne. Including his original lord Berto, who was also killed in battle after encountering the Blood Dragon Knight.

This gave Tallinnham a new understanding of the entire human world. Originally, he thought that only border kingdoms like Kislev would have wars and foreign invasions. Like the Empire and Bretonnia, it should be a peaceful sight. Now, now in his prime, he finally realizes that war is everywhere on this continent.

People, in order to survive, it is really difficult...... Tallinnham couldn't help but sigh.

Crossing the pontoon bridge, the large forces of Duke Cavin Bled, led by Tallinnam, converged. In response to the king's call, knights from all over Bretonnia gathered here to form a vanguard army to resist the invasion of the Greenskins.

Tallinnham saw the flags of many families. There's the Trident banner of the Mandalay family, the Iron Wolf banner of the Fraringnes family, and the Iris banner of the Nux family...... All kinds of battle flags fluttered in the wind, like a large armed rally. It's like a hodgepodge indeed...... Riding on his horse, Tallinnham saw many peasant soldiers busy in the camp, some of them were improvised archers, some of them spear infantry, and their equipment was pitifully poor compared to the knights' perfect equipment. Sword and shield infantry with shields are in the minority, while infantry with armor is barely visible. Only Duke Carven's infantry squires had chain armor, and the rest had no more armor-wearing infantry.

This could not help but remind Talinnam of the troops of other kingdoms, and in Kislev, the infantry was in an equally bad situation, at most wearing only leather armor. Only the liege's standing army was protected by some armor. In the southern kingdoms, Tyrell, Astaria, and the Frontier Prince's Territory, many infantry had good equipment. Some of them were the lord's private army, while others were mercenaries. In short, a unit that makes a living from fighting. Unlike Bretonnia's troops, they were peasants in peacetime and were called up temporarily in wartime. Only knights are practicing fighting for many years to maintain their combat effectiveness.

Sometimes Talenham was really worried about the situation of the peasant army, who were fighting on the front line, but their equipment was scarce and rudimentary, and they almost used their bodies as shields to buy time for the knights. Tallinnham wants to change that, but the whole kingdom seems to have no interest in it. Both kings and dukes are accustomed to this. Their clerk can record a war like this: Duke Bretonnia led his troops to attack the Greenskins, killing countless enemies and suffering zero casualties on his side. As for the peasant army that fell to the ground...... They don't count......

"Ahh

A tall knight stopped him. Tallinnham turned around and saw that it was Lord Standing of the River Bun. Like himself, the young lord ruled over a small territory, larger than Ashkeep, but there were many more such small territories in Bretonnia.

"I haven't seen it in a long time. ”

Lord Stantin came over and warmly embraced Tallinnam. To be honest, Tallinnham is still a little unaccustomed to such a hug. He was rarely involved in the aristocratic circles of Bretonnia, much less integrated into them. Although, he has long been a noble knight, and he has also inherited the domain of the previous lord Berto. However, for Tallinnam, the simplicity of the peasants and the loyalty of the knights were the most important things. Whenever he saw the resolute faces of his knights and the simple smiles of the farmers in the fields, he always felt a little relieved. And when he saw the nobles talking and boasting about their exploits in the comfort of their wooden houses, he was always uncomfortable. Perhaps, he is not the same kind of person as them, Tallinnham thought to himself.

"Long time no see. ”

Tallinnham returned with a smile.

"The last time I saw you, it was in the Ghost Shadow Forest, and we fought side by side and killed a lot of undead. Well, you remember, right, you must remember. And your father......"

Standin paused, and immediately changed his words to—

"Oh, sorry...... It's the Lord of Berto......"

Tallinnham could only smile wryly, knowing that to this day, many people still see him as Berto's illegitimate son. This has almost become a joke among the nobles after dinner. Tallinnham wanted to argue, wanted to explain. But he knew it was useless. The more you explain yourself, the more you think it's a cover-up. So, every time, he could only pretend that he didn't hear it.

"His death was truly a tragedy. It was a duel to defend glory. He did, and the story would surely become a model for the knights of Bretonnia. ”

Lord Stantin spoke solemnly and earnestly.

"But man is dead. I'd rather not have this story. ”

Tallinnham returned.

"There are those who are dead, but they live forever. And there are those who, though alive, are dead. ”

Stantin said with a smile.

Tallinnham could only smile awkwardly. Agree. Although he wanted to say in his heart that when a person dies, he is dead, how can there be so many sensational stories. When you are alive, you should be loyal to the king and worship the goddess, which is what you should do as a knight. I don't know when it began, but a gorgeous wind began to permeate the territory of Bretonnia. Those beautiful stories and legends were once again sung, and there were more and more poets, but the new knights didn't even know what the beastmen looked like. They wore the most luxurious armor and rode horses of pure blood, but they never faced true death and darkness. It has been several years without an increase in the number of Holy Grail Knights in the territory of Bretonnia. Even the number of explorer knights is getting smaller and smaller, and it seems that an entire generation has been exhausted in the past wars, like the old king Charles, like his old lord Berto...... What is the future of Bretonnia? Looking at this arrogant and immature face, Tallinnam couldn't help but think deeply.