Jode pulled off his hat and threw away his thick winter clothes. Unfortunately, he couldn't take off his mail, otherwise this thing would have to be thrown away. The servants were willing to save his lover, otherwise they would have to be thrown away. Otherwise, if a servant like him who had not yet obtained the Spurs at the age of 26, he should go home and inherit the property, or encourage his father to use money to bribe him to buy him a knight. The living standards of the Frank nobles vary greatly. For example, the De Bernard family, which dominated Burgundy, was rich enough to rival the country, and the poor were only a farm and even proletarian knights. Jode's surname was Macron, and the family became rich by making furs, so his ancestors bought a shield badge with a down-and-out knight.

In private, he said that his ancestors did not have the surname Macron at all, but since they wanted to be a noble, they would have to sacrifice a little. It was because of his shameless deity and inheriting the name of others that Qiao De had the capital to love a single flower only after 26 years of age.

The servant ran out of breath and almost lost his balance and fell into an external toilet. Qiao De held the wall and gasped, but accidentally lowered his head to see the contents in the bucket.

Vomiting... breakfast was pouring to his mouth, but he forced it back. The Paladin was waiting, but the guards who were scrambling to die could last.

Jod wiped the corners of his mouth and ran faster than before. The unrequited man would not miss any chance to please his lover and leave a good impression on her. What is Lyon? Is it richer than my family? The servant comforted himself and looked for the direction of the soldiers in the dirty alleys.

She was also caught in the abortion after losing her war horse and followed her passively. The bloody armor and sharp eyes protected her from attack. Most people just wanted to survive, and no one wanted to face the armored knight. Isabel seized the opportunity and got into the alley before regaining the freedom of movement. She stayed inside and waited for the surging crowds to see if there were any other gangsters.

The man on the city tower gave her an extremely deep impression. She threw a spear with one hand and killed the war horses. This was one of the best strong men in the army. The refugees were mixed with fish and dragons, and the consequences of all entering the city were unimaginable, which further strengthened the Paladin's determination to regain the city gate.

The iron gate in the door opening is designed to be lowered by one person, but in turn, several people need to work together to turn the winch to pull it up, just to deal with the current situation.

There were endless crowds on the road, and she could not wait any longer. In order to capture dozens of bandits who had scrambled into the city, the labor cost of the guards would be too high to bear. Isabel injected azure blue holy light into his weapons, and anyone outside still had a trace of awe of the Mother of the Earth would give in.

The Paladin guessed it right. Once the long sword blooming in the blue light appeared, it opened a better way for her than the furious war horse. A person will die, but his soul will never die. At least the church will educate the people in this way.

The crowd faded, and only the dead and wounded people who could not move were left between Isabel and the city gate. Many of them were still alive and were seeking help in a weak tone. The guards were knocked down, while the women and children were simply too weak to squeeze everyone. She was a Paladin, and what should the Paladin do? Should he climb the city tower and put down the gate? Or rescue the injured?

The noise outside the city was rising and falling, and more people heard the noise and rushed here. Facing the powerful church knights, refugees would definitely fail and even be slaughtered. Isabel gritted his teeth, ignored the wounds all over the ground and ran wildly.

Thanks to Terra, she left only two children waiting to die on the spot until Isabel ran to the stairs in the corner.

The guard's corpse became a roadblock, and the blood flowed out caused the Paladin to slip, and it took twice as long to climb the city tower. Before he could see clearly what was going on above, a heavy shadow blocked his vision. She encountered the murderer who killed the war horse again. It was already amazingly strong from the bottom. Now that the two were less than ten steps apart, Isabel had just reached the other party's chest and his body was more than twice as small.

The guy held the logging axe he found from somewhere, and carried it on his shoulder carelessly, lifting the weight lightly, showing a disdainful smile at Isabel.

"Escape quickly, little beauty, I won't kill women." The strong man said the lines between a hooligan and a gentleman, but unfortunately he licked his tongue on his upper lip and betrayed him.

If you don’t kill women, you’re afraid it’s “other purpose.”

She raised her sword, not only to avenge the war horses, but also to avenge the women who have been ruined by evil people.

I have defeated Bishop Luther in Caen alone, what are you? The Paladin must remain humble at any time and anywhere, and she swallows the strong words into her stomach, just hold the sword and look at them without squinting.

"I wanted to praise you for being a good person, but unfortunately you are a woman, and you don't have that." The strong man was afraid that Isabel would not know, so he reached out and gestured to his lower body.

The Paladin stepped forward and stabbed forward. This was a false move. It was the real thing to attract the opponent to counterattack and reveal the flaws. The axe carried on his right shoulder quickly swung down, and there was no trace of the hesitation and contempt that men usually had towards women. One attempt failed, the Paladin retracted his foot and drilled to the left of the strong man. The space in the city tower was larger than the city wall, giving her room to dodge and move.

The ground was slipping as usual, not to mention the blood of the dead. She failed to stand firmly and could not avoid the fist that was following her. The iron shoulder pads did not block the barbaric force. Isabel was beaten so hard that he took several steps back, and then stopped after pressing his back to the wall.

"It's still time to beg for mercy, little beauty." The strong man rubbed his painful fist and smiled and went to the garage room where the gate and winch were placed. "As long as you serve me comfortably..."

Sometimes when you encounter female opponents on the battlefield, frequent verbal harassment may not necessarily mean being looked down upon, or even want to make you confused. The strong man adjusted his pace while talking, and was not in a hurry to get close to the end of the battle. He just wanted to anger Isabel.

Since wearing white armor, it is the choice of Terra, so how can we underestimate it?

He looked strong without armor, and his body was full of flaws. In fact, the combat skills he showed were not inferior to any knight. Isabel used the evil-breaking slash to kill Bishop Luther, but this guy gave her a feeling of being very human, and there was no sign of an evil-demon. He could only find another strange way.

The strong man seemed to be tired of the game of language teasing. He suddenly took a big step. Even so, he still carefully held the logging axe horizontally, protecting his chest without leaving any blank space. Isabel stood by the wall with his back facing the sun, and the disc that was deprived of the glory of the cold regained its strength in an instant. It became dazzling, hot, and could not be looked directly at.

The strong man couldn't help but raise his hand, trying to resist the sudden burst of light.

The paladin held the sword in both hands, and once the stabbing pierced the murderer. Isabel pulled out his weapon before the opponent fell. He was too lazy to see it. She walked towards the garage room and wanted to put down the gate.

"Where are you going, little beauty?"

Before she could turn around, a powerful punch hit her with the sound of wind. Isabel's last memory was the snow that came to her face and the guard who died with his eyes closed.
Chapter completed!