Volume 7 Mortals and Gods Chapter 762 The general trend (…
A porridge shack was set up outside the banquet site, and porridge was served under the presence of knights and guards on duty.
The refugees had already lined up in a long queue. Most of them were holding a bowl and looking expectantly at the big wooden barrel. Louise ordered that it be first come, first served. Once the fifty barrels of porridge were finished, they would be gone.
In the steaming heat, Raymond, the commander of the Halberd Battalion of the Storm Legion, personally took a large spoon and stirred the mixture in the vat. He was so hot that he even took off his bearskin hat.
Refugees came forward one by one, and they were basically old people, women and children. Young adults were blocked and they had to work to get relief.
A shivering old man in ragged linen clothes came over with a bowl with two holes missing. Raymond filled him with a large bowl.
The old man was obviously half-hungry and half-full after a long time. When he smelled the aroma of pig offal porridge, he couldn't help but swallow his saliva, bowed and left with a huge thank you.
Raymond couldn't help but feel sad when he saw this scene. He was also like this once, when he escaped from the northern grasslands with his old mother and younger brother and came to the Shire.
But Sir Raymond obviously didn't have that much time to think, and soon several old people and children came up with bowls, and everyone got a big iron spoon of hot porridge.
Then, another woman came up with a child. Without thinking, Raymond scooped up a large spoonful of porridge from the vat, but the next scene made this battle-experienced warrior open his eyes wide.
The woman clasped her hands together and wanted to catch the porridge with her hands.
"Madam, where is your bowl?" Raymond asked in shock.
The woman just shook her head. She lowered her head, letting her blond hair block her face, while the child following her gently pulled the corner of the woman's clothes and looked timidly at Raymond, who was wearing full military uniform.
That look was exactly the same as when Raymond followed his old mother and looked at the knight.
"Jock, bring my bowl to this lady!"
"yes!"
The woman got a brand new porcelain bowl. She got a full bowl of porridge. After expressing her gratitude, she took her child and left.
She didn't want to eat on site, so she walked around with her child until she found a quieter place. She sat down with her child, held the bowl in her hands, and blew hot air vigorously, hoping to cool down the porridge quickly.
The child's eyes were bright and he couldn't wait to play along.
Before she could cool down the porridge, she was surrounded by two men. They were ruffians.
"The porridge is so fragrant and the bowl is so beautiful. Madam, you can't do the work anyway, so it would be a waste to give you the porridge."
"And this bowl is so beautiful! It's mine!"
This group of local ruffians is organized. These people don't dare to go to the porridge shed to grab porridge because the army is there to maintain order, but they dare to come and rob the old, weak, women and children, and they specialize in catching such lone people.
"ah!"
The bowl was taken away, the child was pushed to the ground, wailing, and the woman struggled:
"No! Please, I don't have to eat, at least you can save some for the child!"
"He can have your breasts, ma'am!"
The ruffian laughed loudly, picked up the bowl, blew on it, and the two of them drank the whole bowl of porridge.
Then, they abandoned the mother and son and prepared to grab the porridge from a relief recipient.
Today I will have all-you-can-eat porridge!
"The porridge has been shed, and today your blood must also be shed!"
Just as they turned around, before they had time to react, the two gangsters were kicked to the ground, and this kick directly broke their ribs.
"Is Shire's pig offal porridge delicious?"
The furious face of Goodwin, the deputy leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, appeared in front of them. Goodwin was obviously extremely angry, because the death of Archduke Gros was a huge blow to him, and he has not yet recovered.
Now he was depressed and needed a place to vent, so he gently pulled out the war hammer and spear from behind:
"brute!"
"Ahhhhh!"
...
"belch!"
The High King burped loudly. He had lost count of how many glasses of beer he had drank. Kalida shook his head:
"Oh haha, I saw it. The woman in the lake appeared in the waves. She made a fishy sound and appeared with foot washing water."
"No, hiccup, no, that's Lilith. Lilith is extraditing me. Lilith is here to pick me up."
Elrond had also drunk to death, and the high elf prince burped:
"She appeared from under the moonlight and took me away from this world!"
"What moonlight? It's daytime now!"
"No, isn't it raining heavily outside now?"
The High King and the High Elf Prince fell down one after another, and the drinking fight ended in a draw.
On the other side, Fiona sat with everyone on a long table that was put together. Fiona and Louise sat at the main seat. On her left side was Iros, and then she came out to participate in the event.
of Ekaterina.
Ekaterina had consumed all her mana in the battle that day, and she has not yet recovered from her weakness.
"Something seems to have happened at the porridge shed, Your Excellency."
A soldier came over and said: "All the fifty large barrels of porridge have been distributed, but there are still many people who have not received the porridge. Many people are very dissatisfied. Some local ruffians seem to be secretly inciting the refugees to come and attack our camp."
"Tell Goodwin about this!" Fiona said directly to the soldier: "Tell him that this kind of thing does not need to be reported, he can just deal with it directly."
"yes!"
Iros quietly waited for the arrival of the lake fairy. He tasted the sweet maple sugar croissant. Fiona held his arm and whispered:
"My dear, I won't lose you this time."
Iros said: "Don't worry, I will always be with you!"
"Um."
Fiona was a little embarrassed, after all, acting coquettishly towards Iros in front of so many people was against her majesty as a Grand Duchess.
Seeing the intimate behavior between the two, Ekaterina didn't like it, because she knew clearly that Fiona was Ilos' future wife in name only, and she was just an exiled princess.
It's now noon.
On the high platform, everyone is watching, and under the goddess's skirt, there is endless glory.
"The awarder of the Grand Order of the Holy Grail, His Excellency Baron Goodwin, deputy commander of the 11th Knights of the Silver Hand, please come forward."
The fairy in the lake smiled and extended her hand to signal.
Goodwin, who had just killed a few local ruffians with his own hands, quickly stepped onto the high platform wearing a full set of knight's plate armor and a commander's three-cornered hat with three colorful kites on his head.
The golden embroidery on the blue burqa is so dazzling and the appearance is extremely gorgeous. There are double lion and luan tail flower patterns on the collar and sleeves.
A large row of medals and medals jingled. As a knight carefully trained by the Grand Duke of Gros before his death, Goodwin was only in his twenties, but he had already participated in almost all major battles.
There are nearly ten battle medals alone, plus a row of medals and service medals. Goodwin's glory makes everyone jealous, not to mention the serfs and free people, even the knights, nobles, and even the Holy Grail Knights feel it.
Jealousy and envy.
Some Holy Grail Knights have even made up their minds to participate in more wars in the future so that they can get more medals and medals on their bodies.
Goodwin had tears in his eyes. This knight who was born as a commoner never thought that he would have a day like this. He choked up and knelt on one knee in front of the fairy in the lake. He sobbed and said:
"Ma'am, I never thought..."
"You make the right choice every time, Goodwin."
The fairy in the lake smiled towards Goodwin and said:
"Every time, you are able to make a significant contribution. You are a hero of the Shire. Your war hammer strikes the enemy's head, bringing us victory and bringing death to the enemy. Now, I grant it to you."
The two prophets of the Lake God opened the jade plate, which contained two medals. The divine power of the Lake Fairy was condensed on the highest Lady of the Lake medal. The goddess stretched out her little hand and took one:
"Rise, my hero, the glorious Knight of the Silver Hand, and my glorious Knight of the Holy Grail."
Goodwin quickly got up, and the fairy in the lake reached out her hand. She pinned the medal with the face of the goddess, the Holy Grail, and the iris pattern on the most conspicuous place on Goodwin's chest. She reached out and patted it:
"Take care of yourself."
Goodwin went down, and walked off the high platform amidst everyone's applause and envious eyes. What excited all the Shire people was that there was a medal of the highest Lady of the Lake in the plate.
To whom will this medal be awarded?
People in the audience had the most heated discussions.
Fiona's heart moved, the second highest Lady of the Lake medal?
The goddess has never told her about this. What does she want to do?