"The Hague Castle is a great place, the tower of the castle is eleven and a half meters high, and you can see the farthest ship from it, and I don't lie to you, the pear wine there is definitely the best wine you will ever see in your life...... Oh, maybe not as good as those really good wines, but definitely not bad!"

As he walked along the road, William Sr. was almost gushing and Edward was describing the Hague Fort in an exaggerated manner. There was an incomparable pride in his expression: "I'm afraid people of your age can't remember that Fort Hague used to be a base camp to resist the Dominicans in the south." All in all, you won't regret coming here!"

"Comfy beds, clean clothes, hot meals, and a place to soak in a hot shower. The more old William spoke, the more excited he became, and he grinned his back molars: "Maybe we can find a handsome wine girl for our Mr. Witwood!"

There seemed to be a bit of magic in his voice, and the faces of the Turin soldiers who walked on the dusty loess road, and their legs were filled with lead, as if the exhaustion of their bodies had disappeared without a trace.

This man is indeed not ordinary...... Edward, who was also smiling, as if he had been a little shy about the joke just now, was silently looking at Sergeant William in his heart—although he was rude, but he did have a special charm about him, and it was this charm that made the surviving soldiers obey him.

In a sense, meeting old William was actually the luckiest thing about him - without such a central figure, it would not have been a matter of one or two words to convince this group of Turin soldiers, and the battle that night would have become extremely difficult, after all, he was just a stranger to them.

Affection and trust like this take time, not just a vacuum—as he thought about it, Edward couldn't help but glance at the little priest behind him, who seemed to have been silent and silent like a true priest since that day.

"I'm just a little confused. Seeing Edward's eyes, the tired Webber replied softly, with a little entanglement in his expression: "The Bishop who taught me once said that killing the enemy is not a sin, it is the Radiant Cross that tests our piety, and it is not wrong to end their sinful lives, it is to redeem them!"

Edward nodded as a matter of course - a very standard method of religious indoctrination, establishing the righteousness and norms of murder, any sect in a functioning feudal kingdom would say so.

"I killed a man with my own hands that night, and I ...... Little by little, he slit his throat, he kept begging for mercy but I didn't stop, even though he told me everything he knew, I killed him. Webb's eyes widened, looking at his clean right hand, as if it was full of bright red plasma: "Murder...... Is it really salvation?"

For a moment, Edward almost thought that the little priest in front of him was in fact some kind of time-traveler—so completely full of humanist light and reflection did not sound like the words of a priest with strict precepts, a man who regarded the canon of the sect as a creed!

No, no, he was only affected by what he saw in front of him, not by real enlightenment, or subverting his own worldview and values- Edward, who had let out a long sigh and somehow relaxed a lot, suddenly became interested, lowered his voice and deliberately slowed down with Webb to follow the back of the line.

"This is the only thing I can tell you with great accuracy, my dear Webb Alexander! Murder is definitely not a means of redemption, it is only one of the means to an end. Edward said affirmatively: "It is your purpose to decide whether it is redeeming or not, and if you want to say it, the will of the Radiant Cross determines this!"

"That's right, it's the Radiant Cross that determines this qiē...... I see, these are the will of the Radiant Cross, just like resurrecting you!" Webber's face showed a look of enlightenment, his hands began to tremble excitedly, and his trembling lips kept muttering to himself: "This qiē is the test of the Radiant Cross, it is the test of the Radiant Cross......"

Looking at the little priest's excitement of "regaining faith", Edward even faintly saw tears in the corners of his eyes. The slightly stunned dark-haired boy decided not to disturb his fragile mind anymore, and to say more, his own set of values from another world......

"Look, we're almost there, there's Fort Hague ahead!" Old William's loud voice interrupted Edward's thoughts, and the black-haired boy subconsciously raised his head and looked into the distance.

The road stretched to the end of the horizon, and under the blue sky and the dazzling sun, on the ridge of the raised hill, stood a castle, its straight towers beckoning to everyone like beacons.

"That's what I told you, a tower that's eleven and a half meters high. Even if we stand here, the people up there can see us!"

The already exhausted soldiers of Turin cheered loudly and loudly, and many even shed tears of emotion - tears of joy for themselves to return home alive once again. Even Weber Alexander couldn't help but smile and prayed in the direction of the castle.

No matter how many hardships they have gone through, how many times they have walked on the verge of life and death, and how long they have spent in the torment of death and fear, it is worth it for them to see this towering tower again.

The black-haired boy with an indifferent expression became the most peculiar existence among the people, and his calm black eyes reflected a shadow and flying loess that was approaching from afar, and gently narrowed into a slit - it seemed to be a knight.

Dressed in shiny silver chain mail and a dark brown burqa, he galloped with a black swallowtail flag in his hand, and the flying dust enveloped him like a cloud. The galloping horse's hooves struck the ground, and the vibration was so regular that Edward couldn't help but grab the hilt of the steel sword behind his back.

The knight didn't seem too pleased to see them, and stopped at the intersection with a frown. Old William hurriedly stepped forward, very humbly bent down and bowed, and the soldiers behind him also hurriedly stood there honestly, bowing their heads and not moving.

"It is Sir Loras of The Hague Castle, a worthy knight and one of the finest knights in the realm. Webber whispered to Edward at the back of the crowd, "And most trusted by Lord Kwyn." ”

Edward listened to Weber, but his eyes kept staring at Old William, who was there respectfully, talking to the knight on his horse. Even though he didn't know lip language, he could still roughly guess what they were saying.

"In other words, among all of them, are you the only ones who survived?" Young Master Saila and his bones have already been ...... by those damned infidels" After listening to the report of Sergeant William, the knight known as "Sir Loras" looked even more gloomy: "Master Kwyn definitely doesn't want to hear this." ”

"So I can only pray that you will say a few more kind words to us poor people in front of Lord Kwyn. Old William's expression was more humble and humble: "We have tried our best, but we just hope to have a more fair trial." ”

"The Radiant Cross is above, and I will certainly do this, in the name of the Knight!" Sir Rollas's voice was so thick that he could almost hear the roar of air in his chest, "But you must tell Lord Sù Kwyn the truth, and there must be no lie!"

"Of course, Young Master Saila died heroically, and we all saw it!" How could Old William not hear what the other party wanted to say, he nodded very gratefully and cooperatively: "Until the last moment of his life, Young Master Saila still chanted the holy name of Long Live Turin and the Radiant Cross, clutching his sword!"

Sir Rollas, who had a helpless expression, nodded vigorously, and suddenly his expression turned cold, and the touch of being stared at made him turn his gaze to the black-haired boy standing at the back of the line: "That kid ...... Is that the little squire you mentioned?"

"Greetings from Squire Edward Witwood, Sir Loras!" said Edward smiling, smiling as he walked over, standing in front of the knight's steed with his left hand behind his back and his right hand beating his chest—the standard knightly salute.

"Sergeant Major William has already told me about you, including your resurrection. The glorious cross is above, and the will of God is not something that we mortals can easily figure out. Sir Loras's expression was quite complicated, and Edward, who was looking down with his back and stealing a glimpse of it, even saw a fleeting killing intent on that face!

"You have a great grace on you, which requires you to repay it with the most godly act - as you did in that village. The knight didn't seem to notice, and the black-haired boy in front of him was also looking at him: "I will tell you the truth, your heroic deeds, your good deeds, and your devout belief in the Radiant Cross are all merits worth boasting about, and I will go to the church to pray for you!"

"Praise you, my lord, and may you live a long and healthy life. The boy replied lukewarmly, the smile on his face but it looked extremely sincere.

"Welcome to Fort Hague, my child. The knight nodded vigorously, grabbed the reins of his horse, turned around, and walked in the direction of the castle. But he turned his head and looked at Edward solemnly: "And I'm sure that Lord Kwyn will also want to see you very much!"