Lord of Glory

The doppelganger took a dozen horses and carried the corpses and the captive Dredd. Walked towards the Green Fortress. Bob proposed to wipe off the blood on his body in order to go in and behave in a polished manner. But this suggestion was rejected by the doppelganger without hesitation. This blood is not only a symbol of merit, but also a treasure that can win sympathy! How could it be wiped off?

Seeing the towering fortress, and the endlessly rolling camp right in front of him, Bob, who deliberately slowed the doppelganger by a beat and landed behind him, glanced at the crossbows held by his horses. “The kingdom of Malta is really rich, a scout team is able to allocate one crossbow each. It's really wealthy." The doppelganger slightly inclined his head and glanced at Bob. This apparently brisk, simple knight deliberately fell behind himself, the intention of which he was naturally very clear. It seems that being able to be a knight is not really a fool.Knowing the time, know who can bring glory to whom, or status.

"Open the door! It's the Flamel knights who have returned! They're not dead!" The gates of the camp rumbled open at the sound of this impassioned shout. The doppelganger recognized the voice, the voice of his squire Salander. He gave everyone behind him a wink, and immediately put on a solemn and tired look and walked to the door.

The wooden gate opened and Baron Hank rode out first with an excited look on his face, followed by Salander and the other knights belonging to him. Baron Hank saw the doppelganger and Bob and the corpse held behind him, the original excited expression immediately heaved. The baron rode up and looked up and down at the doppelganger and Bob and nodded in relief: "Good, it's good to be back alive. Come on, let's go in!" At this moment, Baron Hank is not like a boss, but more like a loving father watching the return of his children. The doppelganger nodded and waved his hand to shut up the excited Salander. The group walked through the camp's gates with the pungent smell of blood on their noses.

Like a welcome triumphal army, the mercenaries and soldiers in the camp who were chaotic everywhere doing their own thing are now divided into two sides, along with the tents on both sides, an invisible solemn atmosphere spread. These soldiers glanced at the blood-red doppelganger, Bob and five retainers immediately attracted them. Together with the corpse held by the horses behind, and Dredd, who was still tied with twine on the back of the horse, immediately stood in awe. "These knight lords are arrogant, but they are really warriors when it comes to fighting and killing!" This idea spread in an instant to the nearby soldiers, and also expanded even more from the whispers at a very fast pace.

"Hahahaha, our warrior has returned from defeating the enemy!" In the front, the white orchid (the Countess Bailanhua) countess in chain armor and heraldic robes, as soon as she saw the doppelganger and the others, immediately led the nobles and knights behind her to come forward. Until this moment, the doppelganger had no chance to be able to catch a glimpse of this female commander-in-chief. In a word, if she did not open her mouth, he would never think that this is a woman. The long hair was scattered behind her back, but it didn't have the luster of an ordinary lady, but it was a little more dry. That is the color of marching and fighting, eroded by wind and frost.

Square face, bronze skin. big mouth. Thick eyebrows. Very imposing eyes. If it weren't for the fact that she didn't grow a beard, she would definitely have the demeanor of an old general in the battlefield with her throw and stomp. Seeing this, the doppelganger immediately understood why the 40-year-old countess is still unmarried, not only because she has not met a suitable spouse, but also because of this style, this honor, which really makes many people look at her. The aristocrats who are used to the beauty of ladies are daunting.

This is a strong woman. The doppelganger defined itself. And Bob, squire, and Baron Hank and other attachments of all the people with titles immediately turned over and dismounted, took off their helmets and gathered them to their chests, and knelt down on one knee: "Lord Count, fortunately, we are back." "Well, everyone has worked hard. Hurry up and go to Lord Archbishop Lorne and ask him to arrange for someone to treat you. Then rest well tonight."

The countess immediately bent down and returned the salute, grinning broadly as she said. The doppelganger knelt down on one knee, and seeing Baron Hank next to him looking like he wanted to say something, he simply stood up and spoke very respectfully, "Countess, won't you invite us to have a sip of wine in the tent?" "Hahahahaha, you are very interesting. What is your name?" "Alfred, Flamel. Your Excellency the Count. Please also forgive me for being presumptuous, I have emptied my water in the fight." The doppelganger spoke so boldly that it only dazzled the nobles such as Baron Hank and Bob next to him. But the Count's reaction made them guess even more.

"Okay, lets go, boys." The countess waved her hand with a big grin, and with a glad nod of appeasement from the doppelganger, Baron Hank, Bob and the other squires followed in with trepidation. Into the tent they burrowed. As soon as the crowd left, these mercenaries and soldiers immediately exploded into a frenzy of disbelief, discussing: "My Enos ah, could it be that this Alfred Knight lord has taken a fancy to this lioness!" "Hard to say, people have special tastes?" An old mercenary with some connotation immediately interjected, thinking that the profound explanation: "I think this knight lord wants to climb the high branch. The aristocrats, right, what dirty things they can not do? This Alfred looks fair and tender, maybe it suits the earl's taste. Hehe~" The first time he said that, he immediately got an approval sound from the large number of people around.

And just when the doppelganger was about to enter the tent, far away at the other end of the camp, hiding in the tent to copy the Bible, Paladin suddenly put down the quill with one hand. Carefully changed the ink bottle, stood up and changed into a ceremonial robe, that was the scepter, and put on his hat. Smiling at Kaleqi, who was struggling to learn to write and recognize words beside him, he said, "Come, come along. Let's go see the other Earl."

Kaleiqi had just escaped from the chaotic sea of ​​words, and looked at Paladin with a ignorant face, but was lifted up by Paladin's arms, handed the sharp sword and light armor on the shelf to Kaleqi and said: "Don't be dazed, remember the aristocratic etiquette that I taught you before. Just don't be stage fright. Remember that you are the lord of Nurba, Sir Nurba." Kaleqi shook his beard and looked confused. Wearing chain armor, he inserted the scabbard on the table into his belt, and asked in a very puzzled manner: "Paladin, what are you talking about? What earl? What stage fright? You..."

But before he could finish, Paladin suddenly turned around, took the scepter in his hand and pointed at his chest, and said with a playful tone, "I am helping you, my dear Kaleqi. War is coming, either today or tomorrow. You don't want to be left with nothing in case Earl Of Torch dies. This is for you to save your back." "Eh eh eh, I still don't understand it. Paladin, explain it to me." "There is no time to explain, time never waits for others, because it is relentless." The smile on Paladin's face became more and more bizarre, and when he saw Kaleqi dressed, he walked out of the tent and he pulled his arm. In front of the confused Kaleqi behind him, Paladin had an increasingly mysterious smile on his face. It is impossible to guess.