"Dear distinguished guests, my master is doing the evening service for the lady, and I would like to ask you to have tea for a while." The earl's butler looked a little strange. The tuxedo he was wearing did not fit well and was a little tight.
His speech was not very appropriate, and some elegant words were mixed and used randomly. He did not seem to be a guy from a noble family.
But Snorri didn't mind, it was just a casual matter. After they waited for a while, a tall and majestic human came in from the back door.
As he entered, the humans present were lucky. They all had some status. This was not the first time they had seen a living saint.
But the dwarves couldn't help but tighten their muscles. Snorri squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Count Kailu. This knight exuded an aura full of strength, discipline and faith.
"Greetings to you, Count!" Constantine took the initiative to say hello.
"Things went well, young man!" Count Kailu looked at half the room of dwarves and nodded.
"The troops are passing through your land and are disturbing you!" Snorri also stood up and greeted him.
"Is this the legendary Prince Snorri? I have heard about your virtues and bravery for a long time! I believe that if you were a citizen of Bretonnia, you would definitely have the opportunity to drink from the lady's Holy Grail!" Kailu
The earl's voice was loud and slow, and seemed very powerful.
"Good guy!" Snorri thought to himself. This Holy Grail Knight is really not very good at talking. In other words, he showed the innate pride of the Bretonnian nobles. Of course, this may also make him a Holy Grail Knight.
part of the reason.
There was a brief silence in the room. Captain Glenson picked up the war hammer that was dragging on the ground. If Snorri showed his intention, he would be willing to try the knight's skills.
"Hahaha, do we want to have dinner together?" Fatis reluctantly stood up to smooth things over. Count Kailu's butler, whose professional skills were average, probably couldn't be counted on, so he could only do this.
"Hmph! It's not your turn to speak here, a sinner of Carcassonne who drank too much and killed his brother!" The Knight of the Holy Grail showed no face at all. He directly pointed out the crimes that Fatis had committed.
"Since I took the oath of expedition, I will dedicate my body, my heart, and my soul to the lady I am pursuing! Only He is qualified to judge everything I have!" The Fatis Knight was revealed
It hurts, but I can only force myself to be tough.
However, this somewhat eased the original tension in the room. The group of people walked from the living room to the dining room further inside. After sitting down in order, the food was passed up by the male servants.
Snorri poked at the steak on the plate and asked him to look at the meal label. It seemed a little awkward, but he was not sure whether it was the thrifty style of the Holy Grail Lord Knight or whether it was a bad year this year or simply a lack of attention.
The oppressive atmosphere was finally broken by the count himself. He asked Constantine about the situation along the way, and then made a few remarks about the situation in his territory.
Originally, there was an entire team of kingdom knights and chivalrous knights under the command of this living saint. It may be an exaggeration to use him as an arrow to launch a cavalry array and be invincible, but it is no pressure to solve the daily security problems in the territory.
valley
But right now, let alone a team of knights, even a team of horse-riding squires would be difficult for Count Cairo to put together. He himself has reached the peak of both the knight's journey and the road of worldly power, so he is sticking to his post, but the knights under his command
We still have a lot to pursue!
Constantine was helpless about the count's situation, and so was the Principality of Bordello itself. Both Constantine's father and brother joined the army serving the lady. Under their call, the nobles in the interior of the principality basically believed in the Lady of the Lake.
They all sent out troops.
After promising to try to clear out the unscrupulous people along the way during the next half-day journey, the banquet ended hastily.
"What do you think will happen if you face that Holy Grail Knight?" Snorri walked out of the castle and couldn't wait to ask the question he was most concerned about.
"If I had taken action just now, I would have been absolutely sure to smash that arrogant guy's head! Even if I let him wear the family weapons or the equipment blessed by the lake god, he would not be my opponent in a foot battle!"
Captain Grenson said it with certainty, and Snorri also believed it. This is the most powerful group of dwarf warriors in the Mountain Kingdom, and they are also equipped with the best standard equipment. Snorri does not think that an earl can
Take out some weapon of exquisite quality or above.
"But, after all, that is a knight, not an infantryman! If he mounts a war horse, I believe his horse will not be worse than Fatis's, and I will be in trouble!" Captain Gerenson took a sip of snuff and waved.
Holding the rune warhammer in his hand.
"This thing is difficult to use to withstand a charge!"
Snorri certainly understood that pure-blooded elf warhorses gained speed very quickly and had more physical strength, allowing them to charge repeatedly. It did not mean that they would fall into a fight after the first impact.
However, he mainly wanted to judge his strength. In actual combat, no one would use Hammer Warriors to resist cavalry charges. At least they would choose troops equipped with shields and use long-range firepower to limit them.
Since they spent the night in a town with a Holy Grail Knight Lord, Snorri was not too worried about safety issues, so the troops rested for the night and set off again.
In the second half of the journey, as we gradually approached Bastogne Castle, the capital of the principality, the security situation improved. Near noon, Snorri saw a towering stone castle in the distance.
"We can eat in the town below the city!" Constantine suggested. It is a common practice to move residential areas outside the castle, which mainly plays a military role. This can facilitate management and greatly improve public health and other issues.
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As the population increases, more and more dukes choose to do this. In this dark age, most poor people hope to get together and live in a place with sufficient military strength, and in most cases
The safest place is the Duke's castle.
Snorri certainly agreed with this, and the dwarf settlement of Bastogne Castle was also outside the castle. He drove the army through the low walls of the castle town, where the atmosphere of New Year's celebrations still remained.
It was winter, and the new round of farming had not yet begun. Many Bretonnian people who were temporarily idle looked at this army of dwarves curiously.
In their short lives, they had never seen such a group of dwarves armed to the teeth. Perhaps in their impression, dwarves were no more threatening than the Muttland halflings who often appeared as cooks.
