Lorraine Celt was the lord of the city of Mutt and a nobleman.

Lorraine Celt's strength is not high, he is just a great swordsman, but this is enough, although there are few great swordsmen in the kingdom of Mali, there is not a lot of him, but there are only a few city lords who can manage a city and take care of it, and even the city lord is on the rise, there are few in the kingdom of Mali.

People say that they are poor and rich in martial arts, but in this war-torn wasteland, the children of poor families can only exercise hard in addition to working daily to earn some change, in order to look forward to the day when they will have glory and wealth on the battlefield in the future.

As a city lord who has achieved his current status by relying on his own knowledge, and who is known by others as powerful warriors, knights, mages, wizards, and other terrifying beings, Lorraine Colt has his own pride, and he advocates an elegant life like the life of the nobles in the Resas Empire, horse racing, playing ball, partying from time to time, tasting red wine that the lowly farmers have never tasted in their lifetime, and of course, having the opportunity to meet a few beautiful noble ladies, it is a perfect day.

At the same time of pride, there is a faint inferiority complex in his heart, as a man, who does not have a dream in his heart? That man does not yearn for fresh clothes and angry horses to point out the country, and he will be wiped out between scolding. However, his innate physique limited his path to this aspect, and the Great Swordsman was already his peak, and no matter how hard he tried, he did not make the slightest progress.

Because of this past, he unconsciously rejected people who were stronger than him, and in the past, he could compare with these magicians, knights and other professions, because although they were powerful, they couldn't govern a city well, and they had to obey him from time to time, which was the pride of Lorraine Colt.

But this is not the same as in the past, just last year, a name was like a shining meteor across the sky, shining a light on the political situation dominated by the aristocracy in the Kingdom of Mali, and eclipsed these high-ranking officials of both large and small nobles, and even Marshal Poolem, who was called the god of war, was obscure in his dazzling light.

People talked about him for months, whether it was his burning of werewolves, fraud of nobles or other examples, the whole kingdom of Mali seemed to be unable to function without him, which made Lorraine Celt very jealous, knowing that even if he had not been so dazzling in his heyday, this guy was still praised for his military exploits, which made him even more unbalanced.

In his mind, these fellows who were famous for their military exploits should stay in their cages, waiting for him to watch them fight with wild beasts, and they should have fun with their blood, like the Colosseum of the Lion in the city of Mut.

On the one hand, they were jealous, and on the other hand, the nobles in the city were also very jealous of the caravan's money, and after receiving the news that the city of flames was fighting the bandits, Lorraine Colt was happy to put Benedict and his party under house arrest.

For more than ten days in a row, the Flame City caravan was in its own station, and it did not come out.

"You see, even savages tremble under my majesty. Lorraine Kert thought proudly.

Arriving in the city, the group of knights, dressed in majestic clothes, finally took off their helmets.

The first one has blonde hair, and his hair is fluffy as if he is the lion king of the grassland, and if it weren't for his face and some childishness, anyone would regard him as a mature and powerful knight.

I saw that the knight carefully looked at the surrounding environment, and then said to his adjutant with a happy face: "Sanchez, all the way to the west, this is the first vibrant city I have seen, and it seems that the city lord here is doing a good job. ”

Sánchez also saw that this was obviously a more lively city than other cities, and said to the knight at the head, but his tone was very respectful: "As you can see, this is a capable city lord, shall we meet him?"

The knight at the head shook his head: "No, we will leave tomorrow morning, we will not disturb this city lord, of course we can meet him when we come back." ”

"Actually, you don't need to be in such a hurry at all, we can rest here for a day or two, according to the secret news we just received, your grandfather has returned to Ironwall City, and he has also brought two Saint-rank magicians, and the form of the kingdom has improved greatly. Sanchez saw that the knight at the head was covered in dust, and the shiny knight's armor was a little dull.

Speaking of which, the identity of the chief knight is already very clear, Claire Marie, the eldest grandson of Augustine.

I saw Claire still shaking her head: "Punctuality, whether it is a soldier or a knight, I should not use external factors as an excuse." ”

Okay! Sanchez has never seen a young man who is more strict with himself than the one in front of him, no wonder he is a knight at the level of a great swordsman at the age of fifteen, think about what he was doing when he was fifteen years old? After thinking about it carefully, Sanchez said that ordinary people and geniuses cannot be compared, so it is better not to think about it.

"Of course, let's take a stroll around and take a closer look at how this city is different from other cities, and I'm curious about why it's more vibrant than other cities!" Claire said with a hearty smile.

This charming smile makes the hearts of all the girls on the street throb.

"Your Highness, it's better to smile less, otherwise another city girl's heart has been snatched away by you, how should we ordinary people live!" Claire came from a young voice on the other side, and the voice of the owner was full of ridicule and resentment.

Hearing this, Claire and the other knights burst out laughing, only Sanchez's face became very ugly: "Corse, you little rabbit, you give me honesty, be careful that I go home and clean you up." ”

Corse was so frightened by Sanchez's words that he shrank his neck, and retreated back with a depressed face and a mouth full of dissatisfaction.

Claire stopped Sanchez, who still wanted to scold: "Sanchez, you don't have to be like this at all, Corse is also a famous genius in the royal capital, and I am friends with him, what can't I say?"

"Your Highness, you have won the prize. After Sanchez finished speaking, he beckoned a passer-by to ask for a moment, then handed the passer-by a silver coin, and returned to the line with the passer-by's surprised expression: "Your Highness, go through a few more intersections, and then turn and walk in, and we can find a place to rest." ”

"Then lead the way!" Claire motioned for Sanchez to lead the way.

Walking all the way, chatting all the way, Claire also looked at the surroundings by the way.

"I used to be in ······ Wait, there's something I look so familiar. Claire was having a good chat with her companion when she suddenly stopped, then turned her head to look behind her.

Even the group of knights turned their heads to look at it, and they wondered what familiar things Claire, who had rarely had a chance to go out, had seen.

"Huh... This logo looks so familiar!"

"yes! I'd love to see it. ”

"Yes, I feel familiar to me, but I can't remember where I've seen it. ”

A group of knights talked about it, they said that Sanchez felt interested, one person had seen it and it might be an illusion, a bunch of people had seen it, and the illusion had to be taken seriously, Sanchez saw a fiery red flag when he separated from the crowd. There was a large flaming flame on the flag, and the flag was constantly rising in the wind, and the flames on it were stringing together, as if they were about to burn everything up.

"Isn't this the sign of the Flame City we're going to, why is it here?" Sanchez knew at a glance that he was not mistaken, this kind of fiery red flag in the entire kingdom was only owned by one nobleman, but he was full of doubts, dozens of soldiers in military uniforms in front of the door of the house with the flag were firmly guarded in front of the door, it didn't look like they were protecting this place, but like a caretaker or something.

Being watched by so many knights, this is a lot of pressure for several soldiers, they never thought that they would have to be watched by big people one day, but they would rather not be watched, the pressure was too great. They are just ordinary soldiers, and the weapons and armor on their bodies are all standard equipment issued by the kingdom, and then look at the tall heads and horses, fully armed, and the weapons and armor are so good that it almost doesn't say that I am Gao Fu Shuai.

"What do you want to do? Don't you know it's a big sin to disturb military affairs? Get out of here at once. The soldier who looked like a squad leader scolded, but his tone sounded completely unconvincing, but it seemed like a diseaseless moan, which made people very unhappy to hear.

Look at the patterns on this armor, only the most elite knights of the kingdom can depict them, and the knights who depict this pattern are all members of the kingdom's active knight army.

God is pitiful, this group of soldiers is completely a native of Mut City, almost never out of Mut City, and the news to the outside world is also hearsay, they know that there is such a group of knights in the kingdom, but what patterns are carved on the knights' armor, who can know, and the bard is not a painter, how can he draw the patterns together?

"Listen soldier, why the hell are you here, and who are you here?" said Sánchez, trying to hold back the anger in his chest, in a calm tone, while showing a badge in his hand.

This group of soldiers usually comes to the uncle, and since he has taken this place, that guy dares to look at it twice? I don't know what kind of rush he made for a few days, but he was surrounded by a group of knights, and this knight looked very down.

The leader of the squad did not notice the badge shown by Sanchez, and even if he did, he would not know that this was a badge only owned by the commander of one of the highest troops of the kingdom. As soon as Sanchez spoke so well, the timidity in his chest was greatly reduced, and Sanchez's armor didn't look very new, and some small pits and scratches on it greatly affected the beauty of the armor, "This is a down-and-out aristocrat, only this group of guys will wear the armor of their ancestors and pretend to be heroes to go to the market." With this understanding, the team leader was even more confident in his chest, and he said in an extremely uncomfortable tone: "This is a spy of the kingdom, what are you asking about these for? Are you accomplices with them?"

Sanchez almost didn't spurt out a mouthful of blood when he heard this.