With a clang, the old knight threw two jacquard silver coins on the counter.
The tavern owner took one look, silently accepted the silver coins, and asked the waiter to help the injured man.
I saw the man behind the old knight with a strong figure, and the wounds on his body were still oozing blood. The tavern owner had seen this scene many times. Robbers and bandits frequented this area, and desperadoes often fled here.
Some of the caravans that were attacked were much more seriously injured than the men. In fact, someone had died in every room here.
However, these don't matter to those who are eager to take a rest. After all, there are not many forest trails and tavern stations.
Throwing down the coins, the old knight "cleared the way" in front of him alone. He seemed to be very familiar with everything here. He walked straight to the second floor. When the tavern clerk helped Talinnam to the room on the second floor, the old knight had already opened the door and sat down.
A pipe was lit inside.
"Okay, you can go out."
"By the way, get a basin of hot water."
After that, the old knight threw another silver coin to the boy.
Only then did the weak Talinnam lie down on his own.
"Don't worry, young knight, you can't die. My potion is extremely effective, and no one who has used it will die, at least not in a short period of time."
As he said that, the old knight started smoking again.
Soon, the whole room was filled with the "fragrance" of tobacco, but he completely ignored Talinnam's painful expression on the bed. It seemed that what just happened had nothing to do with him.
Finally, Talinnam couldn't help it and began to thank and ask questions——
"Excuse me, who is your Excellency?"
"Are you asking for my name? Young knight."
The old man turned his face away and stared at Talinnam.
Those dark gray eyes looked so deep and weathered. It was as if just one look at them pierced the soul.
Talinnam did not dare to look at him and looked away. He replied in a low voice——
"Yes, warrior, what's your name?"
"My name? Oh...my name...I can't remember it. Wait, let me be quiet for a while. I have to think about who I am and what my name is."
The old knight lowered his head and pondered. The pipe in his hand was held in the air by his stiff hands and stayed in place.
This strange conversation left Talinnam a little confused. The somewhat demented old man in front of him could not be connected with the knight who just charged so bravely...
Judging from his clothes, he should be a Bretonnian knight. Moreover, his status is probably not low. However, his clothes are really strange.
Unlike ordinary lord knights, the old man could not find a badge or token that could prove his status. There were only a bunch of strange things hanging around his waist, including skull decorations, feathered arrows, and iron rings and buttons.
, and some bottles and jars. Just looking at these, I would have thought they were witch hunters from the empire.
But he also has the gorgeous armor unique to the senior knights of Bretonnia. The thick metal armor looks indestructible, and the chest is engraved with exquisite patterns, but the patterns are of a strange style that Talinnam has never seen before, and the protective shields on both sides of the armor
The shoulders are quite distinctive, with ornately carved heads of two bloody lions with their mouths wide open. The entire armor looks to be old, and is covered with gouges from swords, axes and hammers. It can be inferred that the old knight is
When I was young, I spent a lot of time fighting in various places.
In sharp contrast is the old man's thin body and skeleton. His eye sockets are sunken, and there is almost no flesh on his cheeks, like two pieces of shriveled skin sticking to the bones. The hands sticking out from the cuffs are also as thin as dead branches.
, coupled with the white hair, gives people a feeling of vulnerability and vulnerability, as if the heavy armor will crush him at any time. Of course, he is not really fragile, and thin does not mean fragile. From just now, Lin
It can be seen from the battle on the trail that the old man's strength is still there, and it is not difficult to single-handedly defeat a fully armed caravan.
Finally, after a moment of awkward silence, the old man seemed to suddenly remember something.
He stood up from his chair, his eyes serious and solemn.
"My name is Delino von Essek Compton."
He read loudly. As if he was afraid that others would not know, he deliberately raised his voice.
Talinnam nodded quickly——
"My name is Tarynham. Thank you for saving me. Sir Compton, you are my savior."
"Forget it, it's not worth mentioning. I have saved too many people to count."
The old man waved his hand, as if he was about to brush this matter off.
"Also, you don't need to introduce yourself anymore. I know your name is Talinnam. I knew it from the beginning." The old knight smiled mysteriously, "My niece told me."
"Your niece?"
"Yes, yes, her name is Inea Calradia St. Calvin."
Talinnam was shocked by the name and didn't react for a while.
His face was stiff and he looked at the old man in front of him hesitantly.
"You said...you are Innia's grandfather? She asked you to come to me to help me?"
Talinnam's eyes widened and he looked at the thin old man in front of him with some disbelief. He didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed for a moment...
[Yinnia still can’t worry about me...she has me in her heart...]
【But why...why doesn't she just be with me?】
Talinnam didn't listen to the old man's next answer at all. He thought about it over and over in his mind and was made dizzy by this sudden "happiness".
"Hey, young man, let me tell you, you are really lucky. If I had been a step later, you would have died in the hands of those mice."
The old knight's loud voice forced Talinnam back into the conversation.
"Oh...yes...thank you so much...Sir Compton."
"Jazz?"
"Oh, no, I'm no jazz. Like you, I'm just a tramp."
"A wanderer forgotten by the gods."
The old man murmured and his eyes dimmed immediately.
"How come, the gods will never forget the warriors who are loyal and believe in them."
Talinnam said with clasped fists.
The pain in his back made him cough repeatedly.
The old man seemed to have no intention of letting him rest more and talk less. It seemed that this injury seemed very ordinary to him, just like a flesh wound caused by a child falling down.
"What are the gods?"
He murmured to himself again.
"By the way, do you know who ordered them? I mean the assassins who attacked me just now."
Seeing that the old man was a little crazy, Talinnam couldn't continue, so he changed the topic and asked more practical questions.
"I can tell with my butt that he must be the local lord."
Talinnam was caught off guard by the swear words blurted out by the old man... He originally thought that a well-educated knight should not use foul language. However, the old knight proved to him that a noble knight can also talk ruthlessly...
"Talynham, don't you think your fame is a little too much?"
The old man turned around and stared at Tarinham, as if questioning a prisoner.
However, even Talinnam doesn't know what mistake he made?
"My fame?"
Talinnam looked puzzled.
"Yes, you don't even know your fame and reputation..." The old knight sat back on his chair and continued to pick up his pipe.
"Helgaard slaughtered vampires, the lone wolf village fought against the jungle beastmen, and the cliff castle killed trolls. How many things have you done in three months that you don't know?"
"Not only that, you also gave away the bounties you earned along the way to the poor. Even the beggars on the street are praising your good name. Your reputation has already surpassed that of some local lords."
"In fact, in some places, some civilians have already regarded you as a savior. Shooting the first bird, Talinnam, you don't understand such a simple truth, do you?"
The old man held his pipe in his mouth and spoke slowly.
"You are too outstanding and dazzling. However, being too shining is sometimes not a good thing. It is easy to become the target of others."
The old knight's words stunned Talinnam.
These days, I help the poor civilians, never thinking about being their leader, or being worshiped or respected by them. However, it is these reputations that are spread silently that make me a thorn in the eyes and flesh of some lords.
Is it wrong to do these good things yourself?
Aren't they just?
Isn’t this what the Lady of the Lake teaches?
Talinnam looked at the old man in confusion. He knew that the old man was once a noble knight. Otherwise, he would not have risked his life to save people in distress when there was no profit.