On the streets of Montreal.
The patrolling soldiers looked at the noisy public bath with envy: "As expected of a 'generous person', this is the first time I have seen a regimental leader asking his subordinates to take a bath! Scott, did you see that at noon? At that time, the waiter of the tavern brought in a carload of ale and barbecue, and they have been eating and drinking like this until now!"
The companion wearing a white turban said with emotion: "Yes, if you can work for that Baron Lothar, it will be much more comfortable than basking in the sun and eating sand all day long under Lord Humphrey."
"It is said that the members of the Royal Knights just defeated the Saracen slave cavalry that plundered Tafila. What a boost!"
"real or fake?"
The guard said in surprise: "Before, that group of slave cavalry paraded around the city of Montreal showing off their power. Lord Humphrey and those arrogant knights in the past didn't even dare to fart, so they were beaten by this army. Defeated?"
"Can we still have a holiday?"
"Don't you know that I, John the Honest, never tell lies?"
The man began to describe the scene he had peeped vividly: "I saw with my own eyes that their team was filled with Saracen scale armor and broken swords."
The companion said thoughtfully: "That's right. When the people under Baron Lothar entered the city, they were all murderous. Their robes were full of bloodstains. They had obviously just experienced a big battle!"
"But why have I never heard of this Baron Lothar before?"
In order to show that he was well-informed, the man boasted to his companions: "Hey, to tell you the truth, the husband of my uncle's neighbor's sister is a soldier under this master. I want to tell you about this man." Baron Lothar is definitely not the same as those idle nobles..."
At this time, someone shouted: "Come quickly, guards, guards, come quickly! Another person is dead!"
The two guards looked at each other. Honest John, who had been bragging about it before, immediately lowered his voice and said: "Wait, don't go there yet. Many people have died mysteriously in the city recently. If you ask me, it must be the evil man in the dry well. It's cool, let's wait until the old man leaves, and then we can go over and pretend..."
Scott looked hesitant: "How can this be done?"
John spread his hands: "Why can't you do it? Catching evil spirits is the job of the priests. What does it have to do with us big-headed soldiers?"
...
The overcrowded public bathhouse was now filled with refreshed sergeants who had just taken a bath. They gathered around the long tables and exchanged cups.
In the innermost room of the bathhouse, the knights had a special supply of ice-cold wine soaked in the well.
And the sergeants only had ale.
"Have you heard that Master Lothar is going to confer a group of knights this time? I killed two Saracen cavalry this time. Do you think Master Lothar will promote me?"
"What the hell are you thinking about? I killed three people and I didn't even dare to have such a dream!"
"You bitch, how can you kill two of them? When I was charging in front with the Ax Guard, you were sticking your butt out and using a knife to pry the gold teeth out of the dead man's mouth!"
A group of people laughed and cursed, bragging about their experiences on the battlefield.
If the records they claimed were added up, the number would probably reach an astonishing number of one thousand, and the total number of cavalry under Zahir's command was only just over three hundred.
At this time, the sergeants sitting in the inner room became quiet.
Silence, as if it were contagious, quickly enveloped most of the bathhouse. Someone asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you? You're not talking anymore?"
Gudong.
The companion next to him swallowed his saliva and murmured to himself: "Father, where did this beautiful woman come from?"
I saw Prajna and Fringilla walking out of the room one after the other.
Prajna rarely wore a veil. She wore a white armor and held the black shield in her hand. Her tall figure completely covered Fringilla who was following behind.
"She is so tall. She is the tallest woman I have ever seen."
"It's so beautiful. I'm so beautiful that I feel a little flustered. This is simply the devil of hell!"
In this era, the images of devils are often extremely beautiful because they need to seduce mortals.
The images of angels are mostly ugly, because they make people awe and fear.
The sergeants whispered.
Someone lowered his voice and said, "Look at that black shield. Oh my god, when I charged with my master, I clearly remember her on the battlefield, knocking off a fully armored slave cavalry with just one hand."
"She...she is the iron knight next to you? I thought her armor was a little weird at first, but it turns out she is really a woman!"
"It's impossible. How can such a powerful woman exist in this world?"
A hussar said solemnly: "Watch your eyes. This is a mysterious witch who has a close relationship with the Grand Leader. You should all know how terrible the consequences of offending a witch will be."
The hussars also showed great authority on the battlefield this time. There were people who pointed fingers at them before. After the first battle, even those proud knights had to admit that the performance of the hussars on the battlefield was better than Much more than them.
The place fell silent.
After a long time, someone murmured: "No wonder the chief has not found a wife at this age. If the devil looks like this, I will choose the devil instead of an angel."
The sergeants and knights of the Knights looked at him with eyes wide open, but no one dared to come forward to say hello or strike up a conversation.
In the battle with the Saracen cavalry, Prajna alone killed nearly twenty well-trained Mamluk cavalry, and his record was second only to Hans.
The nickname "Iron Knight" is already known to everyone in the Knights.
If her profession was not that of a heavily armored iron guard, most of the attribute points for each upgrade would be automatically added to endurance and physical strength, and would also be subject to the restrictions of the mount.
Given enough time, it would be easy for her to kill through the enemy formation alone. Lothar would like to say that she has the courage of an overlord.
Although Hans is also a defensive retinue, his professional positioning is that of a heavy-armed warrior, which makes his attributes more versatile and more effective when clearing out miscellaneous items.
But if two people fight, the winner can only be Prajna.
Prajna didn't pay attention to those looks.
She stopped under the roof of the public bathhouse.
Fulin, who was chasing very hard, almost didn't stop the car and bumped into Prajna's back. She said angrily: "What's wrong with you, you stupid guy?"
Prajna stared into the distance and said softly: "Didn't you notice? There is a special aura."
Fringilla frowned and twitched her nose: "It smells so bad, what is it?"
"I don't know. It looks like an evil ghost, but it also exudes a strong aura of fire. Maybe it's some kind of spirit body that's unique to this world - go and get rid of it."
Fringilla was a little stunned: "Why should I go?"
Prajna said naturally: "Because I want to protect you, Sir. Hans, a little werewolf, is not good at dealing with this kind of spirit."
