On the streets of Montreal.

The soldiers on patrol looked at the noisy public bath with envy on their faces: "Worthy of the 'generous', this is the first time I have seen the Grand Master who invited his subordinates to take a bath!" Scott, did you see that at noon, the waiter at the tavern brought in the 'cart' of ale and barbecue, and they have been eating and drinking like this until now! ”

The companion wearing a white headcloth sighed: "Yes, if you can be an errand for that Baron of Lothar, it is much more comfortable than basking in the sun all day under Lord Humphrey and eating sand." ”

"It is said that the people of this royal knight order have just defeated the Saracen slave cavalry that plundered Tafila, which is really uplifting!"

"Really?"

The guard was surprised: "Before, that group of slave cavalry circled the city of Montreal to show off their might, Lord Humphrey and those knights who were arrogant in the past, they didn't even dare to let out a fart, and they were defeated by this army?" ”

"Can there be a fake?"

"Don't you know that my honest John never tells lies?"

The man began to describe the peeping scene: "I have seen with my own eyes that their ranks are full of Saracen scales and broken swords. ”

The companion said thoughtfully: "That's right, the men under the Baron of Lothar, when they entered the city, they were all murderous, and their robes were covered with blood, obviously they had just experienced a big battle!" ”

"But how come I've never heard of this Baron of Lothar before?"

In order to show that he was well-informed, the man boasted to his companions: "Hey, let me tell you the truth, the husband of my uncle's neighbor's sister, who is a soldier under this lord, wants me to say that this Baron of Lothar is by no means the same thing as those nobles with wine bags and rice bags..."

At this moment, someone shouted, "Come on, guards, guards!" Someone is dead again! ”

The two guards looked at each other, and John, the honest man who had been boasting about it before, immediately lowered his voice and said: "Wait, don't go over yet, a lot of people have died strangely in the city recently, if you want me to say, it must be the evil spirit in the dry well that did it, let's wait for the old man to leave, and then go over and pretend..."

Scott hesitated: "How can this work?" ”

John spread his hands: "Why can't it work?" Catching evil spirits is the work of the priests, what does it have to do with us big soldiers? ”

...

The overcrowded public bathhouse was crowded with freshly refreshed sergeants who had just taken a bath, and they gathered around the long table-shaped bars to push cups and change lamps.

In the innermost room of the bathhouse, the knights had a special offer of chilled wine soaked in a well.

And the sergeants only had ale.

"I heard that this time Lord Lothar wants to canonize a group of knights, I killed two Saracen cavalrymen in a row this time, do you think the lord will promote me?"

"You're thinking about fart, Lao Tzu didn't dare to have such a dream after killing three of them!"

"You dog, why did you kill two? When Lao Tzu followed the axe guard to charge in front, the boy was pouting his ass and using a knife to pry the gold teeth in the dead man's mouth! ”

A group of people laughed and cursed, boasting about their experiences on the battlefield.

If you add up the number of records they claimed, this number may reach a staggering number of 1,000, and all the cavalry under Zahir's command combined is only in the early 300s.

At this time, the sergeants sitting in the inner room fell silent.

Silence, as if it was contagious, quickly enveloped most of the bathhouse, and someone asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with you guys, you don't speak?" ”

Goo-dong.

The companion next to him swallowed a mouthful of saliva and muttered to himself, "Heavenly Father is above, where is this beautiful woman?" ”

I saw Prajna and Fringira walk out of the inner room one after the other.

Rarely without a veil, she wore a white armed suit and held the black shield in her hand, her tall figure completely obscuring Frigila who was following her.

"She's so tall, it's the tallest woman I've ever seen."

"It's so beautiful, I'm a little flustered when it's beautiful, it's just the devil of hell!"

In this day and age, the image of the devil is often extremely beautiful because they need to seduce mortals.

The images of angels are mostly ugly because they make people fear and fear.

The sergeants whispered.

Someone lowered his voice and said, "Look at that black shield, oh my God, when I charged with my master, I clearly remember that she was on the battlefield and lifted off a fully armored slave cavalry with only one hand. ”

"She... She's the Iron Knight next to the adults? I thought her armor was a little weird, but she was a woman! ”

"Impossible, how can there be such a powerful woman in this world?"

A hussar said with a solemn face: "Keep your eyes shut, this is a mysterious witch, close to the Grand Master, you should all know how terrible it is to offend a witch." ”

The hussars also played a majestic role on the battlefield this time, and there were still people pointing fingers at them, but after the first battle, even those arrogant knights had to admit that the hussars performed much better than them on the battlefield.

There was silence in the room.

After a long time, someone muttered: "No wonder the Grand Master hasn't found a wife at this age, if the devil is like this, I will also choose the devil instead of the angel." ”

The sergeants and knights of the Order looked at each other with straight eyes, but no one dared to greet them or strike up a conversation.

In the battle against the Saracen cavalry, Prajna killed nearly twenty well-trained Mamluk cavalry alone, second only to Hans in terms of performance.

The nickname "Iron Knight" is already known to everyone in the Knights.

If it weren't for the fact that her profession was a Heavy Iron Guard, most of the attribute points for each upgrade would be automatically added to her stamina and stamina, and she would also be limited by her mount.

Give her enough time to kill the enemy line alone, and Lothar is willing to call her the courage of an overlord.

Although Hans is also a defensive minion, his profession is positioned as a heavy warrior, which makes his attributes more versatile and more effective when clearing chaos.

But if the two are fighting, the winner can only be Prajna.

Prajna didn't pay attention to those gazes.

She stopped under the eaves of the public bathhouse.

Flynn, who was chasing very hard, almost didn't stop the car, hit Pranya's back, and said angrily: "What's wrong with you, stupid big man?" ”

Prajna stared into the distance and said softly, "Didn't you notice? There is a special atmosphere. ”

Fringira tightened her eyebrows and twitched her nose: "It stinks, what is it?" ”

"I don't know, it's like a ghost, but it exudes a strong fire, maybe it's some kind of spirit unique to this world - you go and get rid of it."

Fringira was a little stunned: "Why am I going?" ”

Prajna said naturally, "Because I want to protect my lord, Hans, a little werewolf, is not good at dealing with this kind of spirit. ”