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The sage on horseback looked down at Constantine in silence, while the chief knight looked closely at Henry with his eyes of the same color.

He is also about 1.9 meters tall, and he has the same black hair and gray-blue eyes. Although there is a difference in faces, Henry has straight hair and Constantine has curly hair, but even the weapons used are also large swords.

The appearance of two people who are extremely similar in appearance and temperament face each other silently, as if they are ancient dragons and legendary demonic beasts, so that the people around them almost forget to breathe.

But that's the end of it.

"Brother Konstantin!" Margaret, who poked out her little head behind her, suddenly brightened her eyes and shouted loudly, and then she ran over the carriage and ran directly over and hugged the black-armored knight chief.

"Uh-" Rao was as calm as he was, and he was still stunned for a moment by this little episode. It was only after he reacted that Konstantin had a crying and laughing expression and stretched out his hand covered by the hand armor to carefully touch Margaret's little head.

"I heard that you ran away from home, but I didn't expect you to come here. The chief knight smiled and shook his head dotingly, and Henry, on the other side, also rolled over and began to care about Mira, as if the brief but frozen eye contact was just an illusion of the others.

"It's okay. "It's been a shared struggle, and after returning to the team, Filippo and Mira have welcomed the concerns of many people. Orno watched the human activity curiously, while Bao sat in the carriage unresponsive as usual.

"Master Chief. Ferruccio, the old butler who had been in the middle of the battle, also rode forward, and Konstantin saluted respectfully the moment he met his eyes.

"It's the young master's troops. The old butler let out a long breath after glancing at it, and many of the knights around him also lifted their visors and saluted Ferruccio after they were on high alert.

"Instructor. "Hello Master Officer. "From the inference of the title, there is no need to go into detail, and it is already clear what kind of role Ferruccio is in the aristocratic circle of the Padrosi Empire.

Encountering such a team of more than thirty knights with extraordinary combat effectiveness made everyone feel a big sigh of relief, especially since these are related to Margaret and her party. Ferruccio had spoken to them right away, and anyone like Henry and Mira who had been in contact with large legions knew that their combat prowess was only one of the benefits.

More than 30 heavily armed hoplites needed a considerable number of infantry and logistical support personnel, in other words, in terms of supplies, it was estimated that the force led by Konstantin would be able to take care of the already dusty people.

After the news of this was announced by the chief knight, the surviving villagers couldn't help but dance and shout long live the empire again, which was simply two extremes from the appearance of hating the imperial nobles so much before.

Time flew by after a few battles, and the interior of the village, which was already foggy and had extremely low visibility, was even darker in the blink of an eye in the evening.

After taking a closer look at the exhausted merchant mercenaries and the villagers, Constantine and Ferruccio decided not to risk their return to his army's camp tonight, but to stay on the spot. After sending two good knights back to inform the garrison, the rest of the men defended with the help of temporary reinforcements of houses and other buildings inside the village.

In this regard, no one else, including the sage, has expressed an opinion, and understanding what his status is, when he should speak up, and when he should not speak, can reduce conflict. He can dominate as a mercenary as a guard inside the caravan, but now that he merges with the noble knights, of course the voice and leadership are in the hands of their protectors.

The tired merchant and Morrow and their group of mercenaries followed the guidance of the Imperial knights and began to rush towards the temple, while many knights dismounted and cleaned up the surrounding battlefield before the sun had completely set.

Mira sat on the ground with her eyes closed, while Henry stood with his hands folded and observed the army in silence.

Many knights have removed parts such as armor and helmets for more flexibility, as if they have done it many times, but it's not uncommon for a knight to clean the battlefield.

This kind of work is generally done by civilians in the army, or even low-status infantry servants of slave origin, cleaning the battlefield and cleaning up the corpses. Even if the corpses were indeed colleagues in the Imperial army, few noble knights were willing to get their hands dirty and collect their corpses for themselves.

And not only that—Henry's eyes rested on the middle part of the dead men who were still lined up next to them—and under Mikhail's command, the knights were inspecting the battlefield, searching for helmets, cuirass, and other weapons that had not been damaged by their previous attacks, and tearing them from the rotting corpses and setting them aside.

Only the ordinary soldiers were unplugged from the equipment, and the silver-armored knight with blood on his thigh was not touched by anyone.

This was not just out of respect for the nobility, the sage observed them in silence - the cuirasses of the regular infantry of the Imperial Army were all uniform or only large and small, adjusted by shoulder straps and belts. The same style can be seen in the weapons shop in Parnilla, except that the version sold in the high-end shop is better made and has a certain degree of edge decoration, compared to the crude and rudimentary quantity of the product distributed by the army.

And the full-body plate armor of the imperial noble knights, every part is tailor-made for me.

Don't say it's anyone else, even the knight himself needs to work hard to keep in shape, and if he gains too much weight, he will also have an embarrassing situation where he can't wear armor.

-- What I took down and collected was a one-size-fits-all armor and a variety of weapons that anyone could use.

The discerning people knew what these knights were up to, and they didn't plan to bring a bunch of unevenly equipped villagers, merchants, and poorly equipped mercenaries, but they clearly planned to reuse this part of the equipment.

Pragmatism, not informal, not confined to form.

-- This is a division of a hundred battles.

It is not the kind of army that is only ornately equipped, well-trained, but generally rigid, and only acts according to the methods described in the textbooks.

Their personal and equipment fit is at a high level, and they can still move freely when wearing more than 20 kilograms of armor. Many of the knights walked around as if they weren't wearing armor, and it was clear that they had reached an extremely high level of fitness and experience.

He is also very good at being open-minded, and knows how to adapt to changes and adjust plans according to the actual environment of the battlefield.

If you add to that the background - Henry turned his head to look at Mikhail, this young man of mixed Loan race was now far from the naïve and idealistic he had been, and he had become much more mature. But that still doesn't explain how an outsider - despite being a former knight of the Church - was able to become a knight in the Patrosi Empire, and apparently a deputy in the ranks.

In addition to Mikhail's own ability, it turned over and over, and it really had a lot to do with the leader of the team.

The character of Konstantin is not light.

Whether it is combat ability, leadership ability, or even judgment of the situation, and many other aspects, this person should be at the top level. But for such a character, Henry could not find any traces of it in any records.

Yes, he was away from the East Coast for a long, long time, but not yet to be ignorant of everything.

After all, history always repeats the same mistakes, and the Padrosi Empire is a behemoth that is almost a world weather vane, and even if you are on the West Coast, you will hear about it.

And that's where the suspicion lies.

Konstantin's personal character is clearly not limited to the rank of a knight chief.

And he seemed to have suddenly come out of nowhere that no one knew, and before they actually met because of this matter, such a brilliant person was unknown and even the sage who arrived on the East Coast had not heard anyone mention it.

Low-key, yet capable. People of extraordinary ability usually can't keep a low profile unless they deliberately do so, preparing for something. As the Lamanite proverb goes, "If you don't make a hit, you make a hit" - Henry's eyes narrowed slightly, and Constantine reminded him of a man.

A strange tacit understanding arose between these two people, who were clearly meeting for the first time.

The sage didn't reveal some of his thoughts, and Konstantin seemed to be completely unconcerned about him, busily directing the others to camp in a relatively safe place.

"Will it always come," he whispered, then pulled back his thoughts.

"Get up. Seeing that Mira slept against the wall with her neck crooked, Henry rubbed her head.

"Hmm-" Miss Roan yawned heavily, then rubbed her eyes and slowly stood up.

Several of the dead bodies had been carried out by the villagers themselves, and the knights under Konstantin used their spears as if they were carrying poles, and each of them carried a large cuirass helmet with a large pile of cuirass, one after the other, towards the interior of the temple.

Although the large ruined temple is relatively dry compared to other areas, it was built in the wetlands. Broken second-floor windows and dome openings cast in, and the sunlight shone on the ground, and not only moss, but also weeds grew. Fortunately, even if the total number of people is more than sixty, there seems to be enough space for the temple to be built for the worship of the people of the entire region.

"Whoa!" the knights casually threw their collected armor, helmets, and weapons on the damp ground on the ground of the first floor, which was infested with insects. Also stacked here are some of the less important materials that have been unloaded from the horses.

Mira and Henry walked in, and there was a puddle of water on the temple floor, apparently having cleaned up the blood and dirt left behind by the battle. The rusty torch racks attached to the stone pillars were refueled over the years, and by the time the fire was lit, the interior of the temple was much brighter and more comfortable.

The mercenaries and merchants who had already entered first were walking towards the second floor under the command of the knight. The second floor, where the statue had been placed, was far from the wet ground and relatively safe, including the platform at the corner of the stairs, where most of them were going to rest for the night.

There is enough space for people to lie down, but if you count more than forty horses and caravan wagons, there is no way to accommodate them. So the merchants had to leave their wagons outside, untie the reins, and pull their precious horses indoors, while a small number of knights found two or three other better stone houses nearby, and moved in with them.

While dispersing pressure does not lead to overcrowding, it can also act as a mutual warning outside.

When all this was done, and the task of guarding the garrison was left to the others for a long time, Mira and Filippo, as well as the other mercenaries and merchants, who were already exhausted, fell into a deep sleep.

The elven girl Orno and Barrow stayed quietly in a corner, and the reason why the two of them did not attract any attention after the two sides merged, apart from the darkness and fatigue of both parties, was because she and Barrow were both wearing hoods.

In the current situation, undesirable complications should not be avoided. This was Henry's idea, and when he followed in the footsteps of Mira and Filippo and approached this direction, only to notice that there were other living people in front of him, the sage decisively ordered Orno to put his hood on it.

The existence of elves is too strange to the people, and who knows who among them will suddenly confuse their magic skills with necromancy, thinking that Orno is a dead corpse that insults their people, and is responsible for all this.

Even if it weren't, the elven clan's outstanding appearance was enough to cause some unnecessary trouble.

Although there is reproductive isolation between humans and elves, it is impossible to give birth to offspring, and the elves themselves have a fairly high combat power. But it is precisely because of this that Henry does not want to have a conflict even more.

Conflicts, which develop into battles, bloodshed, and even death. That's how a lot of hatred is born, and that's the last thing they need right now.

The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds. A team of more than a dozen people with different personalities, with villagers, knights, and their own team of people in the background, there are too many variables, and any factors that may cause problems must be avoided as much as possible.

It's not that Henry doesn't want to believe that people are inherently good.

He just couldn't help it.

No matter how bad the situation is, there will still be people who will find ways to continue to do whatever they want.

When the city-state is about to fall, and the country is about to be defeated, unscrupulous thugs storm stores, smash, loot, burn, kill, and plunder, and many people tend to take these out on others when they are under pressure and their lives are threatened.

It's not bravery, it's not bloodthirsty.

The sage set his sights on the highlanders, especially Rono, who had an embarrassed look on his face.

Of course, he recognized who this person was, and the series of behaviors that these villagers did now and in the village before were the most typical examples.

"The most terrible thing is not the warriors who swear to die, but the cowards who huddle together. ”

This is human nature.

Time passed slowly, and when everyone else had gone to their respective places and lay down to sleep, only the knight of the night watch was still walking lightly, and the sage was still sitting alone on the edge of the second floor of the temple.

The silver moonlight hit him. He had removed his armor, and Kramer had placed it within easy reach of him, still wrapped in sackcloth.

The clear chirping of insects gradually became louder for several hours when people were asleep, and the sounds that would normally be irritating were now as reassuring as a lullaby.

Because even this tiny worm is a real creature, a symbol of life, and the two extremes are those filthy and rancid dead souls.

"Tread, tread, tread. "Footsteps approaching from behind.

Henry didn't need to look back to know who it was.

"Dong Lang—" A large hand grabbed a translucent wine bottle and handed it to him, and the liquid in it swayed from side to side with the amplitude of movement, making a slightly muffled sound of water.

"Drink?" asked Konstantin.

"Thank you, but no. Henry didn't look back.

"That's your loss. The knight tilted his head, and then sat down beside him, his legs dangling.

"Take-" He uncorked the cork, then tilted his neck and drank directly.

Konstantin, who had taken off his full body armor and was only wearing a simple leather armed suit and drinking a lot of wine, was a little more wild and free than the elite and capable feeling before.

Henry raised an eyebrow, then picked up a small cup from the side and took a sip of the tea made from the leaves of the fruit trees he had picked on the way.

This was recommended by Orno, a local, who said that the elves often drank this fruit tea to help them meditate.

The two with very similar backs sat side by side, not saying a word, just drinking fruit tea and spirits on their own.

Time just slowed down.

Keep going on.