The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and from the other side of the road, a dozen cavalrymen in full armor and without any signs appeared.

The baron turned his horse's head and looked serious, compared to the duel with Baroness Bernice, it was his first real battle.

"Stay here, Helo. When necessary, run on horseback and go to a place called the Bednar Valley. ”

The girl nodded obediently, and there was no trace of worry in her eyes: "Owen, you are the knight chosen by God, and nothing will happen." ”

The baron ignored the girl who was suspected of being poisoned by knightly novels, and he took out a throwing spear from his horse's backpack.

The cavalry on the opposite side galloped towards this direction with impunity, and they had three knights in formation, not in the slightest fear that the baron might escape.

But they didn't know that the baron had no intention of escaping.

Seizing the moment, the baron threw the spear with great force, and after sliding through a beautiful long-distance arc, the spear pierced the leather armor of a cavalryman so hard that after piercing the poor soldier's fragile **, he flew up from his horse with his unconscious body, and then plunged into another cavalryman behind him.

The rest of the cavalry looked at the two companions who had been called without saying a word, some of them simply stopped and looked at the leading knight, some lingered in place, and some jumped off their horses and tried to pick up their comrades who had been shot.

This is a group of newbies.

Two of the three knights stopped, looking at the baron in disbelief through the gap in the overlay of their helmets.

Only one knight was charging, and the baron threw a second spear, raised his spear and rushed forward. The spear hit a knight who stopped, and with a muffled grunt, he fell from his horse, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

The distance of the charge was short, but the good warhorse didn't care about this, and neither did the knight on its back, and the baron stared at the shoulder of the opposite knight, which would be the best position for him to attack.

In a few breaths, the two horses staggered, and the baron's mounted spear accurately hit the shoulder of the enemy knight, and with a "bang", the opposite knight fell off his horse amid a miserable cry.

Looking at the baron, who threw away his spear and drew his sword fiercely, the only knight on the horse decisively exposed his back to the baron.

He was so flustered that he threw away everything he could: helmets, gloves, cavalry spears, and knightly swords.

The cavalrymen lost the will to fight, greeted each other, and left the battlefield in twos and threes.

The Baron didn't intend to chase after him, he had already left a living. No, it was two, and the knight let his horse kick the guy who had been shot by the spear earlier, and he let out a groan of pain.

Helo led the horse over, and the baron dismounted, the heavy and well-made armor did not restrain his agility, and when he took off his helmet, he kicked the overlay of the knight who had been stabbed in the shoulder, revealing the face of an ordinary middle-aged man. The knight, struck by the spear, staggered to his feet, and the baron drew another spear and looked at him with a smirk.

The spear made by the local blacksmith failed to pierce his armor at all, and I don't know how this guy became a knight. Excited by the baron's eyes, the knight in plate armor consciously threw away the knight's sword at his waist, took off his helmet, and walked over with his hands raised.

"Who instructed you?" asked the baron, in a cold tone.

"I don't want to talk to a dead man. "The middle-aged knight doesn't eat oil and salt. Lord Baron sighed, and the knight's sword plunged straight into his neck.

"And what about you?" the baron waved his sword lightly, and the tip of the sword stopped less than a fingernail distance from the other knight's eyes.

The knight, who was flung to the face by the blood from the blade, stayed on the spot, and then, he cried.

Yes, crying.

The baron was speechless, Harrow was speechless, even the dying middle-aged knight was speechless.

After a moment of silence, accompanied by the knight's plaintive sobs, the baron spoke with difficulty.

"You, you are truly a disgrace to the knights. ”

The weeping knight told the baron everything in one hundred and fifty-ten.

The knight who provoked at noon in the tavern was one of the many illegitimate sons of Duke Antony, Viscount Mandela Antony, a nobleman with no fief, no morals, no honor. If it weren't for his mother's noble background, Duke Anthony would not have recognized his status as an heir, of course, he was one of the heirs, and he was behind.

The Duke was not very fond of his son, who was not too young but was still a prodigal son, and little Viscount Anthony was tired of living under the fence of his father's domain. He left the icy castle and went to the Holy Land.

I have to say that little Viscount Anthony's luck is really good. With his outstanding martial arts and noble background, he hooked up with a noble lady in the Kingdom of Holy Grace, and finally had his own territory and a group of subordinates who bullied men and women.

This time, he had just set out from his home, recruited some novices who wanted to try his luck in the Holy City, and was about to return to the Holy Castle, where he got drunk during the day by the town he was passing by, and all this happened.

After the Viscount sent his soldiers, he probably slept in the inn and waited for their triumphant return.

With the peripheral vision of his eyes, he could see the sharp blade dangling beside his white neck, and the knight was about to cry again. The baron didn't intend to embarrass him, he killed the middle-aged knight before, more to overcome the obstacle of his own killing.

The knight, who had abandoned his arms, left everything behind and strode away without looking back, for fear that the unruly nobleman would find trouble with him again.

Harrow was happily collecting everything she could.

The baron looked helplessly at the little girl who was rummaging through the dead man's pocket, and was speechless for a moment.

Hurry up and pack everything, and the two of them set out on a journey again. The cavalry brought by Viscount Anthony Jr. probably didn't have the courage to face him face to face again, and the rest of the knights were all the same as just now, and the baron was not too worried about his pursuit.

But with caution, he and Helo picked up their speeds.

Now they had six horses, a number of armor and weapons, and a miscellaneous.

Before dark, they arrived at the campsite.

"At this rate, we will be able to reach the border the day after tomorrow. The baron said to Helo. After selling all the booty except for the horses, they went to the inn and prepared to rest.

"I haven't left the village in my life. The girl was a little excited.

"The current situation in the Kingdom of Grace is very bad, and we must be careful when we get to Fort Grace. The baron instructed the happy maiden.

The girl's eyes bent into crescents again: "Okay, okay, I see, long-winded knight." ”

Lildra choked and had just picked up a cup full of juice when several knights in uniform robes caught his attention.

On the chest of the white burqa, the emblem of the Holy Grace Cult is embroidered, and a maple leaf is red, except that unlike the white color, which symbolizes the Holy See, the maple leaf on the knight's body is red.

Knights of the Holy City.