"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 matter of guest and host. They waited for a while before a tall and majestic human came in from the back door.
As he entered, the humans present were fine. 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 narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Count Kailu. This knight exuded an aura full of strength, discipline and faith.
"Say hello to you, Earl!" 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 warhammer 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 with average professional skills 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! I am only qualified to be judged!" 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 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, asking him to look at the meal label, which seemed a little awkward, but he was not sure whether it was the thrifty style of the Holy Grail Lord Knight, the 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 form a cavalry array and be invincible, but there is no pressure to solve the daily security problems in the territory.
But right now, let alone a team of knights, even a team of horse-riding squires, Count Kailu, would be difficult to put together. He himself has reached the peak of both the knight's journey and the path of worldly power, so he is sticking to his post, but the knights under his command still have more to pursue!
Constantine was helpless about the count's situation, and so was the Duchy of Bordello itself. Constantine's father and brother all joined the army serving the lady. Under their call, the nobles in the interior of the principality who believed in the Lady of the Lake basically also sent 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 asked him to fully equip himself with family weapons or equipment blessed by the Lake God, he would not be my opponent in a foot fight!"
Captain Grenson was sure of it, and Snorri believed it too. This is the most powerful group of dwarf warriors in the Mountain Kingdom, and they are also equipped with the best standard equipment. Snorri didn't think that a count could produce weapons of exquisite quality or above.
"But, that's a knight after all, not an infantryman! If he mounts a war horse, I believe his horse will be no worse than Fatis's, and I will be in trouble!" Captain Gerenson took a sip of snuff and waved He held the rune warhammer in his hand.
"This thing is difficult to use to withstand a charge!"
Of course Snorri understood that the pure-blooded elf warhorse gained speed very quickly and had more physical strength, allowing it to charge repeatedly. It doesn't mean that after the first impact, you will get into a fight.
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 units 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. 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 of castles that mainly serve military purposes. This can facilitate management and greatly improve issues such as public health.
As the population increased, more and more dukes chose 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 agrees with this, and the dwarven quarters of Bastogne Castle are also outside the castle. He drove his army past the low walls of the castle town, where the atmosphere of New Year celebrations still lingered.
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, the dwarves were no more threatening than the Muttland halflings who often appeared as cooks.
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