It can only be said that Westminburg is worthy of being the military center of Gongwei Dunling, and its reaction ability and efficiency are much higher than expected.

By the next day, Kraft had arrived with Coop and his luggage, and he saw a team with more horses than men. Some of the riders in armor or chain mail carried one or two extra horses, driven by the retinues, carrying armor and sundries.

There were more than thirty people in all, and according to his observation, the packages on the horseback carried at least seven or eight sets of full-body armor. In the case of ordinary circumstances, the normal situation must correspond to the multiple of the attached personnel.

According to Wilbert's internal affairs officer before the departure, they wanted to bring more men with them, but more people are not always better, and more infantry will only slow down the speed, turn the rapid march into a muddy trek, and give the other side more time to react.

……

"It's actually impossible to bring more people." Martin and Kraft were in the middle of the group, having been on such a relatively good section for more than two days, approaching a destination that was not too remote.

"Hudson Town is not big, and the manor is just one of the temporary residences on the Duke's route, usually maintained by very few people, and only when it is about to be opened, someone will come in advance to prepare it. At this time, there will be no supplies left to receive a large number of visitors. ”

"Actually, there are a lot of these people, and we don't need to be dragged down by a little fright to collapse." After two days of getting along, Kraft was quite satisfied with the quality of the team.

He consciously maintains formations, rotates regularly at night, has a high armor rate, and carries medium-range direct-fire weapons such as crossbows and short bows that are suitable for use in skirmishes. To sum up, it is a professional team with no shortcomings, which is quite perfect.

The sound of trivial metal grinding under Martin's robe as the horses jolted, "Chainmail and covered pieces of metal, "It's a bit out of the spirit of a knight, but I can't say I'm not worried at all." ”

He didn't come across as insecure. After dissecting the pagan leader, they also opened another body. It's better than the former, but it's a sight of the body being intact and the inside being eaten up by most of it...... Like an invisible leech sticking to a corner of the soul, feeling a disgusting chill at every moment of awareness of it.

"Ha, Martin! I can't even remember the last time I saw you scared. The rider in front turned his head and let out a non-malicious but loud straight-ball laugh that poked directly at the sore point.

"Barrow, ride your horse, I remember how you fell off your horse last time, don't force me to tell me more."

His companion's interruption took him out of his slightly gloomy mood. Martin commanded the group to slow down and give the horses a chance to rest, and took advantage of this to pull out something tightly wrapped in cloth and give it to Kraft, along with a buckled leather cylinder.

"I believe in Barrow, we have been working together under the Duke for some years, and we know each other." As he spoke, he showed Kraft the same leather tube on his belt, signaling that he could hang it there.

But it is foolish to believe in the incompetence of the enemy. Just be timid, or a little intuitive, Diego's affairs always make me feel bad. And those who were not found, especially his servants, who were supposed to be closest to Diego and who should not have been lost in the woods. ”

"I agree with Ling's idea, the enemy is strict." Kraft slung a leather cylinder to his waist, the size of a pencil bag, which also seemed to contain something slender like a pencil. Combined with the tightly wrapped thing, he had certain conjectures.

"What is this?"

"Just in case, it's also a gift, I'm sure you'll love it." Speaking of this, Martin smiled mysteriously.

Inside the cloak was a smooth reddish-brown wooden grip and body, complete with metal parts and bows, folded and folded, less than half an arm's length.

He'd seen Martin use similar things, but this one looked noticeably more delicate, with silver flake decoration and wood carvings in the shape of a branch with silver oak leaves as its wings stretched out.

"A one-handed crossbow? I didn't expect that. "I'm sorry to say, but Kraft wanted it when he first saw Martin pull it out on the ship.

It's a pity that I know it's not a cheap thing when I look at it, and it has nothing to do with my own affairs, so I didn't find a chance to ask for one, but I didn't expect to get what I wanted here.

"In the barrel is a special arrow. This thing is quite accurate within fifteen steps, and the strength is not small. The only pity is that in order to be able to fold the crossbow, it is not as strong as the same kind, and the effect is worse after all. ”

"Thanks, I love this." It was definitely the most desirable gift I've ever received, and Kraft couldn't put it down, and if it weren't for the inconvenience of the moment, he would have wanted to find a target to try it out right away.

With the new toys in your company, the rest of the journey is a little less boring. By the end of the day, the drifting timber could already be seen by the river, the product of a lumber yard in the woods not far away, which was transferred free of charge by water logistics to Hudson Town, a settlement protected by a fence of barked logs.

The Duke's retreat, of course, was not placed in the same place as the town, but was a two-storey building near the edge of the woods, protected by low stone walls to protect the shady vineyards, and the outer ring was bounded by a simple fence that could be crossed by a foot, including a small area of woodland.

The caretaker, who was about to fall asleep, was awakened by the sound of horses' hooves, and ran into the building and called out the steward of the manor with a sad face.

He came running with his muddy sleeves rolled up, relieved to hear that he had not come to inform the Duke of his itinerary, and then led them into the building while babbling about the events of the manor.

Probably thinking that the team had come to inspect the estate, he said that this year's rain and grape condition, the preparation of firewood, and so on, and that the forest sent by the town was not as good as usual, and that he had not had time to go to the mayor and the tax collector for the time being.

It was supposed to be hoping that someone would urge him, but Martin didn't care about that at all, nodding his head and skipping it indifferently.

As for the town, the butler shook his head and said that there were so many things going on in the manor, and there were too few people to wander around, and that there were usually only brief contacts such as handing over items, and it was really difficult for him to say that he knew anything.

"Okay, I see." Martin pressed his forehead and threw the luggage to his entourage, and turned around, "Leave them to arrange the room first, I remember that there is a church in the town, you can go and ask first while you still have time in the afternoon." If you're looking for someone here, the local church can't be slower than us, right? ”

Kraftra went up to Coop, and the two of them followed the small half of the group to turn their horses around and run towards Hudson.

Surprisingly, the religious atmosphere in this medium-sized town is quite strong. They were all prepared to encounter the church without anyone and the pagans to set up another door, but in fact the opposite was true.

At least the façade of the church in the center of town is well kept, with pebble paving, and a few transplanted lilies in a few flower beds are in season, clustered with a few different colors of dots, as if they were some kind of wildflower.

Coop had never seen such a large white flower in the north, and approached with some amazement, only to find that the "wildflowers" that dotted the surroundings were not round like flowers, but the "stems" were white. He was stunned for a moment, realizing that it was actually brightly colored umbrella mushrooms that were used to fill the void.

Such a chic combination made him feel a little strange in addition to being surprised, lost interest in watching, and quickly followed the team.

Kraft stepped into the church first. It was early afternoon, and he thought that such a chapel would have to go through some trouble before it could be opened, but the sound of sermons echoed through the open door.

The balding middle-aged priest, dressed in an unironed white robe, holds a tome in one hand and immerses himself on the stage to tell a story of the apparitions, sometimes holding it in the other.

There were more than a dozen people listening to the Lord's teachings on the row of chairs in the hall, and it was hard to imagine that this was a scene that could not be seen on a non-Sunday in a town.

It is very impolite and controversial to interrupt the priest's sermon, both in terms of ceremonial and in the open, and it is very rude and controversial to interrupt the priest's sermon, so he can only sit down in the back row and wait for the priest to finish the event or ask questions in between.

The priest on the stage, sensing the arrival, looked up at them and smiled, and with his empty hands made a church-specific chest ring salute to Martin and Kraft, who were in the lead, and then continued to bow his head and speak the canon, without interrupting the activity because of their clothing.

“…… Then St. Jaeger said, 'This is your chosen king.' Now the voice of the Lord echoed in his head, 'No, Jayer, this is not the one I am choosing. Don't be fooled by appearances, the heart is the most important thing. ’

The seven sons of the family were all tall and handsome, and every time they walked in front of St. Jaeg, they wondered if this was the king's chosen king. Yet, the Lord's answer is always: 'No.'"

If their hearts are not enough, they will not be able to complete the test, and draw that sword......"

Kraft listened for a long time before he found the part he seemed to recognize, and turned his head to whisper to Martin, "This is the story of His Majesty's selection of swords?" Is the original text in the holy scriptures so complicated? ”

"I don't know, I haven't read it either." Martin whispered weakly, he is a knight who can use words and small arithmetic, and if he is not interested, who will listen to this.

"Then St. Jaeger was bewildered, and he asked the father of the house, 'Are all your sons here?'

The father replied, 'I have one of my youngest sons, who tended sheep in the wasteland, and did not return.' Hearing this, St. Jaeger was delighted, and went out into the moor to find the youngest and weakest child.

And he knew from this that this was the man who could listen to the teachings of the Lord and see the kingdom of the Lord, and that in the land that would henceforth be called North, the succession of the throne was not a struggle for power, but a blessing from the Lord......"

It was just the right afternoon temperature, and Kraft dozed off in the back row. In the abstract, it is roughly the story of a good-for-nothing sheep herding boy who gets a golden finger from heaven, and under the blessing of God and the guidance of the old grandfather, pulls out the famous sword in the stone, overthrows the old nobles and the old king, and becomes a benevolent new king.

It has a certain story, fully demonstrates the basic viewpoint of divine authority and the supremacy of God, and is full of backwardness.

The soul of the other world was desensitized to the explosion point and ignition point in it ten years ago, and at this time, it was not good to sleep on the spot, so he could only glance around to support his consciousness.

The pillars, the beams, the rows of chairs, and then the observation of everyone here, finally turned to the priest, and from his bare baldness he saw the crumpled white robe, and the ecclesiastical symbols on his chest were partially faded.

[Seems a little wrong]

The priest finally put an end to the lengthy story, dismissed the townspeople, and walked over to the outsiders who clearly had something to do. Kraft stopped Martin and stepped forward to take the hands that had been holding the canon for too long and trembling slightly.

"Father, your life is not easy in this remote place, right?"

"Huh? No, no, it's all about spreading the gospel of God...... "The priest of the town was completely confused by this unprovoked enthusiasm, and the strength of the blonde knight's handshake in front of him was gradually increasing, making his finger bones hurt, and he couldn't pull his hand.

"Look at the wings on your robe, the color of the wings has gone?"

(End of chapter)