Baron Tomigne, who is almost 50 years old this year, and although his face looks to be in his 40s, he has been robbed for the first time in his long life.

As a nobleman, he was well protected, at least as a chivalrous knight, he also had many companions, so much so that he was very afraid of being left alone.

And at this moment, this man is facing the biggest difficulty in his life.

Bair held his sword, pointed to his head, and counted the gold coins in his hand.

There are 20 in total, and it can't be said that the poor jingle is chaotic, and he is not bad compared to most businessmen.

But for a nobleman, he can only be regarded as poor, and it is difficult to sustain himself and fish.

Baron Tomigne is also bitter and can't say, what's wrong with you asking me to be a vampire and go to human territory to buy things to live?

What do I want so much money for?!

But in Baier's eyes, robbery is the most lucrative job, this vampire baron can rob the village, and the village of Cologne is very rich!

With such a hand of black money transferred to himself, he can buy a few more horses!

Baier looked at Baron Torminee with a look of hatred for iron but not steel, quite like a robber leader looking at a robber boy.

But fortunately, he still has horses in his collar, and he can ride them after a little run-in, but given that Baron Tomigne is not convenient for slack, Baier can only ...

In the middle of the forest, Sir Flender managed to calm the group, and the team of a hundred men was in disarray, and it was still a little tiring to beat them one by one with his fists.

The barbarians in the swamp are all self-righteous masters, except for Lakcha and Baier, who basically don't recognize anything, but today they have one more obedient.

Iron fist. Flender.

This is the nickname that Mr. Flender has many today, and it hurts to smash people's heads with the main plate armor.

When Sir Flender used his horseshoe prints to figure out where Bair had been plundered, and prepared to lead his team to kill the impudent robbers.

Bair returned, riding a group of lean brown horses, carrying a bag of gold coins, and on the right side of the horse hung a vampire with no hands and feet, a vampire with a dead face.

If it weren't for the torso slashing the vampire, the vampire might have died, and Byer really considered coming back with only one head.

The Poisonblade troops and the monks called out again and again when they saw Bair returning from slaying the enemy.

"Long live Lakcha!"

"Long live the Duke!"

Bair only felt that they were very noisy, and repeatedly motioned to continue on his way.

But Sir Flanders was interested in Bair's pendant, and he rode up to Bair's side, saying.

"Young master, this vampire looks familiar."

Vampires also said. "You knight looks familiar, too..."

The two men looked at each other for a moment, and the vampire and Sir immediately shouted in unison.

"Flender?!"

"Tomigne?!"

Byer furrowed his eyebrows. "Oh~ you know each other?"

Flender immediately scolded. "I don't know, I don't know this traitor who betrayed the Chivalrous Brotherhood!"

The baron immediately retorted. "What a brotherhood, it's just a group of garbage to keep warm!"

Bair followed the narrative of the two men, and he knew the fate of the two men.

About thirty years ago, on the plains of Bretonnia, a gathering was held by the chivalrous knights of Carcassonne, and there were not many people, twenty in all, all of whom were descendants of down-and-out nobles who wanted to join the regiment and achieve military exploits.

Maybe someone will become a lord and be able to ascend to heaven.

At first, this team mainly took on various extermination activities, relying on noble honor and good combat effectiveness to become a new star in Bretonnia.

But in the whole team, only the militant faction led by Sir Flender is very capable of fighting, about five or six people.

The others were logistical troops led by Baron Tormine.

When they complete the task, they will ask the publisher to write a letter asking the lord to guarantee the validity of the letter, and can become a Kingdom Knight through the letter.

Then they verbally promised each other that as long as they accumulated enough to become knights of the kingdom, they would go to Cologne to become knights before the king.

And for this goal, Sir Flender's 20-30 years of youth were all spent in the painful days of purging the cultists, orcs, and beastmen.

Sir Flender's appearance is definitely not low, so that many girls threw their arms to him when he was young, and there were many ladies.

But for the sake of his brother, Sir Flender turned down too many opportunities, but it was too much for 5 people to complete a chivalrous adventure for 20 people...

Ten years has been a long time for many "brothers" to have the idea that they will not be able to become knights of the kingdom in this life.

In the end, under the leadership of the baron, in a battle against the Greenskins, the logistics department was completely disconnected, which also led to the failure of the extermination.

All the letters of recommendation from the camp were taken with them, and in the eyes of most Bretonnians, it was a romantic story.

15 brave men became knights of the kingdom in the presence of the king, and they never left and were full of friendship.

Sir Flender could have made a fuss and made those disgusting things public, but what was the use?

He lost his friends forever, and could only walk towards the axe bite pass in frustration, becoming a mercenary in the Empire.

By the time he returned to the land of Bretonnia, another ten years had passed...

Bayer sighed again and again, no wonder this B was so wasteful, and then slapped him again.

The more waste, the better, and the intelligence is silky.

And the baron watched Flender become a Knight of the Holy Grail, and his heart was indescribable...