Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 780 Destruction (4)
Hearing the name, a light flashed in Goodwin's eyes, and the two reached out to hold each other's hands.
"how do you...."
Just as Goodwin was about to continue asking why Solomon came here, he felt blood flowing from his nose again. He knew that his lungs were irritated by talking, so he quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it off:
"I'm really ashamed. I was injured a bit seriously. You know, in order to cover the retreat of my friends, I chose to face this beast alone and spent a lot of effort."
Solomon took the horse and sat down. He tied the horse to one side, and then sat in front of the fire to warm himself:
"I know. I met your friends. They were besieged by a group of orcs at that time and were in critical condition."
"Are they okay then?"
Goodwin was a little nervous, but he looked at Solomon's calm look through the firelight and felt reassured. The big bag full of heads said it all.
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"Of course, I am a lady's knight. When faced with danger, I have no reason not to come to the rescue."
Solomon nodded. He was not too polite. He took out the bowl and spoon and ate Goodwin's stew. ωωw..net
It was a big mouthful in the true sense. Goodwin felt warm in his heart as he watched the bubbling hot soup being swallowed directly by Solomon.
Although Solomon used silver tableware, judging from the fact that he had no doubt that Goodwin had poisoned him, his moral character was indeed as noble as his behavior.
Goodwin also filled a large bowl. The night was starry and there was no moonlight. The two of them enjoyed a delicious meal consisting of stew, ham, baked potatoes and bread by firelight and starlight.
By the way, Solomon's high elf war horse and the two knights ate the same thing.
Goodwin was not surprised by this. For the Knight Kingdom of Batoria, high elf war horses themselves were a more important and precious resource than people, and their number was very rare.
You must know that the high elf war horse is the ancestor of the sharma.
For the people of Batoria, being able to live in a stable with an elven war horse is not a shame, but a supreme honor like honoring one's ancestors.
For some reason, Solomon and Goodwin hit it off immediately.
Seeing this, Solomon took out a bottle of red wine from the wooden box behind him:
"Would you like a drink? It's from the winery in Wynford."
The Dukedom of Winford in Breatoria, the home of fine wine and olive oil, is famous on the continent of Toril.
"Why not?" Goodwin also took out the mug.
"Hahaha! It's interesting. It's rare to see such a bold knight as Goodwin nowadays."
Solomon filled the glass with red wine, and the red wine took on the color of blood under the firelight and starlight: "Come, cheers! For the lady!"
"Uh..." Goodwin took the wine glass, considered it in his mind, and raised his glass: "For the Storm God! For the Char!"
The two cups clinked together and water splashed everywhere.
Hearing Goodwin recite the name of the Storm War God, Solomon frowned without any trace.
His expression caught Goodwin's eyes, and Goodwin thought that the followers of the Lady of the Lake were actually not very good at dealing with the followers of the Storm God.
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Believers of the God of Storms feel that the knights of the Lady of the Lake have too many rules and are too involved in politics, while the knights of the Lady of the Lake feel that the knights of the God of Storms are too brainless and a bunch of reckless men.
As for why there is no hostility, it is because evil is their common enemy.
Sure enough, as the bright red wine slid down his throat, Solomon spoke:
"The first time I saw you, I knew that you must be the 'Sledgehammer' Goodwin of the Principality of Shire."
"Oh? I'd like to hear the details."
Goodwin also became interested. What did this noble-blooded expedition want to say?
"You are in your twenties, with blond hair and blue eyes. You have the ability to kill the Minotaur on your own. Apart from you, is there anyone else in the Principality of Shire?" Solomon boiled the bread and stuffed it into his mouth, marveling.
"Yes, his name is Iros. I don't know where he is now?"
"Iros!"
Hearing this name, Solomon immediately had mixed feelings in his heart. After all, he lost the opportunity to be promoted to the Holy Grail Knight because he was defeated by Iros, so he became an Expeditionary Knight to win the opportunity to drink the Holy Grail.
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"Your Excellency Solomon also knows Iros?" Goodwin asked curiously.
"Of course, it was Lord Iros who defeated me in the martial arts competition in Batoria and won the title of Knight of the Holy Grail. His strength far surpassed mine."
Solomon did not hide it, but told Goodwin, whom he had just met, about his failed past.
"Uh..." Goodwin didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only comfort Solomon:
"That kid is a real genius. It wouldn't be unfair to lose to him, right?"
"Haha, that's true, but when I see him this time, I will definitely decide the winner again!"
Solomon didn't take it seriously. In his opinion, defeat was not a shameful thing. The important thing was to know the shame and then be brave.
"You can't see him anymore!" Goodwin's mood instantly dropped.
"Why? Isn't Lord Iros in Shire?" Solomon asked in confusion.
So Goodwin used Iros to protect Fiona, Ekaterina, the Knights of the Silver Hand and others, and fought a decisive battle with the Emperor Dranosh of the Orc Empire alone. He was then thrown into the void, with his whereabouts and life and death unknown.
told Solomon what happened.
After Solomon heard this, he and Goodwin fell into silence for a while.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Our fortune tellers in the Shire and an outside prophet both said that Mr. Iros is fine, but he just doesn't know when he will be able to return to the Shire.
I believe that Lord Iros is also working hard for this. After all, Grand Duke Gros needs him, the people of Shire need him, and Miss Fiona also needs him."
"I understand, this glass of wine is dedicated to Your Excellency Iros!"
"Respect, Your Excellency Iros!"
Then the two of them changed the subject and talked about other things...
"Yes, what I saw today is indeed worthy of its reputation. So... what are you going to do with this beast's head?"
Solomon nodded and smiled, not only expressing his goodwill, but also showing a little doubt: "Dedicate it to the God of Storm War?"
"This is the oracle of the Storm God. Of course I must dedicate this beast's head to Him."
Goodwin pretended to be young and innocent, wanting to see what Solomon wanted to say: "Since it is the oracle of my lord, of course I must try my best to fulfill it as a knight of the Silver Hand."
Solomon's eyes flashed, and he thought there was a way, so he continued: "So... after completing the mission of the God of Storm War, naturally the head must be sent to the Church of the God of Storm War for delivery?"
"Of course." Goodwin nodded matter-of-factly.
"What happens next? Since you killed a terrifying Minotaur for the God of Storm War, the reward must be very generous." Solomon pretended to ask casually.
"Well, that's right. I don't know exactly what I will be rewarded." Goodwin thought to himself that the real show was indeed here.
"Is that so? Then according to normal procedures, what will the God of Storm War reward his followers?"
After Solomon drank a glass of red wine, Yuanzheng had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and spoke in a straight and round tone, with a thick accent, as if he was speaking in a high voice.
This is a characteristic of the great nobles of the Kingdom of Batoria, just like the great nobles of the Albrex Empire.
"Usually it is filed. The church pastor will file the matter and pass it to the archbishop. The archbishop will choose an opportunity to communicate with our lord, and then wait until the holy scripture festival to encounter the oracle from our lord, and then reward it.
Gift."
This kind of thing is not a secret. In fact, most churches do this, so Goodwin opened his mouth and said:
"As for the gifts, most of them are fine wine or weapons."
"After I killed a Cyclops, I was given this plate armor at the lady's temple."
Solomon raised his hand slightly and showed his plate armor in front of Goodwin's eyes.
Under the night sky, relying on the starlight and firelight, Goodwin could only take a closer look. Indeed, the surface of this plate armor was full of brilliance, and there was no stain on it even in such bad weather.
The runes on the surface of the plate armor are flowing with the powerful divine power of the Lake Fairy, and the beautiful patterns keep flashing with a moving halo even in the dark night.
Obviously, this is not a mortal object, it is a piece of plate armor enchanted by the Lady of the Lake or at least her chosen one.