"This is impossible! In such a surrounded valley, it is impossible for anyone to come out alive! Tens of thousands of bloodthirsty greenskins trapped the expeditionary force in the valley and massacred them. The corpses were piled into hills. The smell of blood attracted countless people in the wasteland.
Wild wolves and scavenging birds for ten miles. No one can come out of the valley alive."
The Lord of the White Tower said in a slightly hoarse voice.
Like him, everyone's eyes were flashing with doubt and uneasiness. Although they were all eager to find a name to unite and defeat the tyrant, such absurd reasons were really unconvincing. They could find other alternatives.
reason……
"Leon, are you telling the truth? I also question the survival of Tarinham. You and I have seen the greenskin army outside Boemond City. The siege of Boemond City was lifted, and soon
A large part of the reason is the heroic charge of you and the Holy Grail Knights. If not for this, we would all be buried in the city. Even with the protection of the city wall, we were like this. That day, in the Death Valley surrounded by cliffs, there was no chance of the expeditionary force surviving.
.”
Lord Bohemund whispered in agreement.
However, Leon seemed to have already anticipated the reactions of the lords. He slowly put his hand with a silver ring on the table, signaling everyone to be quiet first.
"I swear in the name of the goddess, I am not lying. This matter has been spread among the people. You should learn more about the situation from the people at the bottom. My attendant told me that this matter first came from two farmers.
, they claimed that a dirty knight passed by their farmhouse. The knight was extremely weak, had no entourage, and did not even have a horse. He passed through the wheat fields and farmhouses like a wandering beggar. The only thing that could prove his identity was the engraved helmet.
Knight's armor with gray tree pattern."
"The knight claimed that he came from the direction of Death Valley. At this time, it was estimated that it would only be two months since the battle of Death Valley started. At normal marching speed, it could be reached in two weeks. The fallen knight took two
It took him months to escape, which is normal. After all, he had no horses, food or water."
"According to the farmer's words, the knight said his name at the end - it was Lord Talinnam of Gray Tree Castle. Moreover, the knight finally borrowed the farmer's plow horse. Note that it was borrowed, and
It’s not just taking it away. In the whole of Bretonnia, I’m afraid only Talinnam would do such a thing.”
After Leon finished speaking, there was silence in the tavern. Everyone was wondering about the authenticity of this matter. It was of great importance, even if it was a folk rumor, it had to make these high-ranking lords think carefully. This concerns the whole of Bretonnia.
s future.
In other words, Talinnam at this moment is the absolute target that many forces are paying attention to.
If he is really alive, then the nature of the king's confiscation of other people's territories has completely changed, from natural recovery to violent seizure. If Tarinnum is really alive, the power of public opinion will be sufficient to spontaneously form a unified territory in Bretonnia.
A wave of crusade against the king.
"The rumors are by no means groundless, and some people claim to have seen a strange knight on the southern border of Bretonnia. He walks alone, has no attendants, and has no name. Moreover, this unknown knight also selflessly gave away his wealth.
Give it to the poor people. I believe he is probably Talinnam. Because, after searching all over Bretonnia, there is only one person who can do the above things."
Leon's words made everyone in the congregation fall into deep thought.
Yes, as Leon said, this wandering knight in trouble is the key. The key is not whether he is homeless, not his identity and status, but the timing of his appearance. There are many local lords throughout Bretonnia who want to attack the king.
, however, everyone lacks one thing - a reason. Without a reason, they cannot launch any military action against the king. Their reputation is not justified. And Talinnam is the reason that the lords need and are waiting for.
"Friends, we must hurry up. The news that Talinnam is still alive will not be hidden for long. Soon, Victor's people will know the news. Maybe they already know..."
Leon said seriously.
Everyone couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.
"How important Talinnam is to us, how big a threat it is to the king. He knows the stakes. If we don't find Talinnam as soon as possible, maybe..."
"You mean Victor will send assassins to assassinate Talinnam?"
Tristanine asked.
"Wouldn't it be possible?"
Leon asked rhetorically.
Everyone couldn't help but feel nervous again. No one thought that the Lord of Gray Tree Castle, who had been unknown all this time, would one day become the target of all Bretonnia's attention.
…
Heavy rains in recent days have made the trade roads muddy. Different from the empire's large trade roads, in the southern kingdom, there are more trade roads built by local lords. Although there are a series of large ports along the southern coast of Tilea,
, in the north of the kingdom, the land transportation system is really rudimentary, and it is only maintained by each city-state and each lord.
Talinnam's foal neighed, and in front, a group of people blocked the road.
The wheels of the carriage stuck in the pit, the frustrated merchants and the busy servants and servants, at first glance, are no different from ordinary caravans. Every day, countless carriages get stuck in the quagmire due to the poor road conditions.
Tarynham is used to such scenes.
He jumped off the horse and went to investigate alone. After all, the convoy was stuck in a quagmire and blocked his way.
"Ah, sir, oh, sorry, are you a knight?"
"I'm sorry for blocking your way. Our carriage...oh...damn it, you saw it too. He can't pull the carriage. The road is too slippery. The pit is a bit deep."
It seemed that Talinnam was approaching, and the merchants hurried forward to greet him. Although the status of knights in Tilea was not as noble and sacred as that of Bretonnia. However, the status of those who served in the military was still higher than that of those who engaged in business.
.
Seeing the knight carrying a sword on his back, it is reasonable for the merchant to rush forward to greet him.
Talinnam had almost no suspicion and just stepped forward to inspect the situation. Along the way, he had seen too many embarrassing scenes like this. If the situation allowed, he would help passers-by, which could be regarded as a little comfort to his soul.
"Your carriage is loaded with too much cargo. The wheels are stuck in the mud and it is normal for the horses to be unable to pull it. You need to unload the cargo from the carriage first."
After observing the situation for a while, Talinnam gave his own suggestions.
"Sir Knight, I appreciate your kindness. However, this entire truckload of goods cannot be moved at will. If the goods are exposed to the rain, they may become damp and damaged... This loss..."
The businessman bent down and mumbled, looking distressed.
Talinnam glanced at him and shook his head helplessly. They were all distressed, but the object of their distress was different. For a businessman, the goods in the truck he was distressed about would be damaged by the rain. But Talinnam was distressed.
It was a tortured horse. From the neighing sound, Talinnam could feel the horse's pain.
"There is no other way but this. The horse cannot pull the car out of the quagmire. The rain will get heavier and heavier. When it gets dark, robbers will appear, and your losses will not stop there."
Talinnam whispered.
Of course, it's up to the businessman whether he wants to or not, and Talinnam can't force him to do it. It's purely out of good intentions. If he doesn't want to, he can just take a detour.
The businessman looked sad, and after thinking for a moment, he followed Talinnam's suggestion.
The servants immediately got busy, unloading the bags of goods from the carriage. Talinnam didn't know what they were. They packed them in sacks and dumped them wetly on the roadside after being exposed to the rain. The carriage had a roof, which could have been used to protect it from the rain.
. Now, a cart of goods is left in the heavy rain like this. If it is grain or tobacco, the goods of this cart will basically be scrapped. No wonder the businessman is so heartbroken.
"Um... sir... I have a heartfelt request... I wonder if you can agree to it?"
The goods were almost moved when I saw him walking over in a hurry and bowing to Talinnam in a low voice.
"Tell me, where do you need my help?"
Talinnam returned happily. He has helped many times with similar things.
"Sir, the goods are almost moved, but I still want to leave some money. After all, if the truck is empty, I will lose all my money in this trade. I mean, can you let your beloved horse help me?
Procedure?"
Talinnam guessed the purpose of the merchant. He was a little dissatisfied, but given the different customs, it was understandable. In Bretonnia, knights' horses are so noble and must not be used to carry heavy objects, let alone kill them.
In Tyrell, a country with "simple folk customs", knights' war horses are just horses... not that noble and sacred. Even the knights themselves may not be that noble... many knights don't even do this business at all, they just buy them with money.
His title, equipment and horses were also bought, and his whole body was filled with the smell of money. At best, it was just one more title in name only than the Empire's heavy cavalry.
Therefore, it is not surprising that the merchant said this. If the horse is exhausted, I will pay you another one...
"Okay. But I have a condition, I can't let my horse get hurt."
Talinnam returned with a wry smile.
"Okay, I promise it will be intact, I promise!"
The businessman quickly bent down to say thank you...