In the afterglow of the setting sun, the peasants lay on their stomachs among the hills, the knights knelt on one knee on either side of the road, and the nobles and rich stood in the center to greet the knights from afar.

and the Knight of the Fifteenth Holy Grail, Kleber Frankel Perkins.

The knights were overwhelmed with excitement, looking at the half-blood dragon horse's back exuding an aura of strength and faith, like an immortal legendary Holy Grail Knight.

Their ancestors grew up listening to the legends of the Knights of the Holy Grail, their fathers listened to it, they listened to it, and their descendants will do it in the future.

"Master Perkins." The lord of the Wave Lord, batov Raymond in his robes, greeted respectfully, "The nezumi learned of your arrival and withdrew from the border in fear. I have prepared a grand welcome banquet for the soldiers at the castle. ”

"Don't be so polite, Batov, your father was my subordinate."

Cloak Frankl Perkins, dressed in Todd's armor and sitting on the back of a half-blood dragon horse, was like a dwarf giant, signaling the chief mage to take off to investigate.

Batov Raymond said with emotion: "My father often talked about his life in the Order. ”

"He's dead? When? ”

"It's been several years since I fell off the back of a lizardbeast when I was young, leaving a stubborn ......"

The Chief Mage fell back to the ground: "The Wave Collar has not been invaded, the plague is blocked by the border walls, and there are tens of thousands of nezumi over there. ”

"That's not all! I see that the rat people have at least the population of a city-state! They're in disguise! ”

"Don't worry, Batov, that's what we're here for." The Knight of the Grail leaned and commanded the Knights, "Divide the nezumi half, I don't see a single nezumi on the walls before nightfall." ”

The silent knights divided in half in an orderly manner, kicked up the dust and rushed to the border wall,

Kleber Frankl Perkins took off his dark gold visor, and under his gray brown hair was a resolute face.

"I remember Raymond's heroic leap onto the lizardbeast's back to protect his companion who was about to be trampled...... He's good. The Knight of the Grail said nostalgically.

The ceremonial team cleared the way, and the Knights of the Holy Grail followed Lord Batov to the castle in the distance. The nobles, the rich couldn't wait to follow, then the knights who longed for the Holy Grail, and finally, the farmers raised their heads from the dirt.

The castle ballroom, with magic lamps and candlesticks, lit up by daylight, is the Knight of the Grail seated on the main throne, with Lord Bartov beside him, then the chief mage, the captain of the Order, and finally the nobles, the rich, and the young knights. The maids placed silver plates on the long table, their eyes wandering over the knights' burly bodies.

The rare, hearty dishes are no different from those in the king, with wine glasses colliding, the aroma of meat wafting through, and the atmosphere tending to be hot.

Kleber Frankl Perkins fits everything the legend says about the Knights of the Grail: determined, loyal, approachable, and with some sense of humor.

Upon receiving the instruction, the genius knight of the Wave Leader excitedly asked him, "How can I become a knight of the Holy Grail!" ”

"Guess?"

"Uh...... Abide by the creed, be loyal to the royal family, protect the human race, and believe in piety......" The young knight saw the encouragement of the Knight of the Holy Grail, and continued: "Burn the nezumen, demons, vampires, and keep ......exercising with the flames of anger."

"With a little bit of charm, luck will do."

Kleber Frankel Perkins grinned: "Originally, only one of Lowell and I would become a Knight of the Holy Grail, he was better than me and stronger than me, but Lowell was so ugly, his temper was as bad as his looks, and he was blasted out by the priests. ”

Only the uneducated rich are laughing - they don't know that Lowell is a legendary warrior.

The sound of metal clattering came from outside the corridor, and the blood-stained knight in armor arrived in the banquet hall with a filthy fur ball.

"My lord, we banished the nezumi outside the city walls, and captured a nezumi priest."

The rancid smell of the nezumi washed away the scent of the banquet hall, and no one dared to frown.

The nezumi priests, who were still cursing sharply, saw Perkins and screamed, "You actually let the Grail Knights come because of us!" ”

Perkins cupped his glass: "Rat-man thing, stop your ridiculous schemes, I've seen all of Stuen's rat schemes...... You should have an elder hiding behind you? I thought you were heading north to find your little horned pig, and it seems that you wanted to take the lead in the clan? ”

Perkins, who had dealt with the nezumi for hundreds of years, had no intention of getting the nezumi priest to speak, and he asked the knight to imprison him: "It can help us gag the mouths of those nobles." ”

The knights withdrew from the banquet hall, and Lord Batov praised the valor of the knights.

"The Violet Kingdom can't even beat these things?" The Chief Mage scolded arrogantly.

"The border soldier next door can't even pick up a sword, and it's normal to run when he sees a nezumi." Lord Batov said with contempt.

The dinner lasted late into the night, when Perkins picked up the hammer and told the nobles, who were already tired but forced to accompany them, to rest, and said to the young knights, "Let's go around the border." Boys, keep up if you want! ”

Batov was surprised and hesitated: "Is this okay, Lord Grail Knight?" ”

"This is what the Knight of the Eighth Holy Grail taught me." We are the walls and the teachers. We need to protect them and we have to teach them. Perkins mimicked the old voice of the Grail Knight, "I'm not as nosy as he is, but it doesn't matter if you let these little ones follow." ”

The Knights of the Grail led the excited young people out of the castle and through the sleepy village.

The village without barking dogs was unexpectedly quiet.

"Your arrival has allowed the villagers to finally sleep well." Said Lord Batov, who followed.

Stepping into the barren farmland, he said that for fear of being contaminated by the plague, the wheat fields had been harvested early and handed over to the Order's logistics officer.

Moving on, the team suddenly saw a dying old man lying on the edge of a ridge.

"Knight's ......"

A withered hand reached out to the Knight of the Holy Grail, and Lord Bartov exclaimed: "Where are the beggars, get away!" ”

Perkins didn't speak, looking at the Chief Mage.

"He's hopeless." The mage said.

Perkins crouched beside the old man, like a dark golden wall, and listened to the last words of the old man whose lips were wriggling:

"Run ......"

Cloudy eyes lose their brilliance.

Perkins clenched his grip on the hammer, stood up and said to his chief mage, "I suddenly have a bad premonition......"

As the chief mage of the epic, he unleashed a high prophecy technique, and star-like points of light sprinkled around: "No conspiracy and danger were found. ”

"No...... Calling everyone! ”

(End of chapter)