The middle-aged knight looked down at the Guard Captain. "I'm good at solving problems. No matter what kind of trouble it is, as long as it's in my hands, I can solve it cleanly. Not to mention you, a mere Guard Captain, even Oliver has to cooperate with us obediently."
Kenneth shook his head. "I'm not Baron Oliver. Ryan is my hometown. I was born here, and I've eaten every meal here. I know every family's name. Every morning, they greet me warmly. During festivals, they share their delicious food with me. As long as I'm still alive, I won't allow lunatics like you to act recklessly here."
When the Guard Captain said the last word, he had already unsheathed his sword.
Perhaps they were moved by Kenneth's fearless spirit, or perhaps they were indignant at what the young knight had done. Seeing the Guard Captain unsheathing his sword, many adventurers also drew their own weapons, rubbing their palms in anticipation of a common enemy.
Witnessing this scene, the middle-aged knight's expression remained calm as usual. He only ordered another young knight beside him, "Guard the door later. Be careful not to let anyone suspicious slip out during the chaos."
The young man who had chopped off the bald captain's arm did not show any fear. Instead, he revealed a hint of excitement. "What do you plan to do later?"
"Don't kill all of them. Remember, our goal is to find the girl's whereabouts," the middle-aged knight warned.
The young knight tilted his head and thought for a moment. "Then kill half of them first. But leave the Guard Captain to me. His self-righteous look really makes me angry for no reason. Tsk, tsk. I've been unhappy with him for a long time."
"Do whatever you want. If we finish earlier, we can still have supper or something," the remaining knight said while yawning.
The arrogant attitude of the four made the adventurers in the tavern furious again. Most of the mercenaries were born in the streets. Their fighting skills were secondary, but their attainments in scolding were at the grandmaster level. Moreover, because they had the absolute advantage in numbers, most of them did not take the four knights seriously. At this moment, all sorts of nasty words came out of their mouths.
However, unlike the others, the Guard Captain's expression was very solemn. As a knight himself, he could feel the strength of the four knights more intuitively. Originally, after seeing the young knight's attack, he had already imagined that they were very powerful. However, when he really stood in front of the middle-aged knight, Kenneth found that his previous speculation about them was ridiculously wrong.
The Guard Captain felt like he had returned to the time when he had just joined the preparatory knights. As a rookie, he had just received his knight spear. Facing the instructor who had experienced hundreds of battles, he only felt that his every move was full of flaws.
Now, although he had become a second-grade knight and had made great progress compared to that time, the four guys in front of him gave him more pressure than the instructor. The sense of danger made his hair stand on end.
The middle-aged knight did not lie. Once they tore off their disguise, they had the ability to massacre the entire tavern.
Intuition told Kenneth that tonight, he was likely to face the most difficult battle of his life.
Merchant Fatso's face was also full of seriousness. "Where did these guys come from?"
"The Burning Cross. Oh, they are the Punishment Knights of the Temple's Heresy Court. No wonder they are so arrogant."
The one who answered was Robb, who had been sound asleep on the sofa not long ago. The great magician seemed to be a little more awake now. He had been woken up by the wave of cursing and had just come down from the second floor not long ago. He had yet to figure out what had happened here, but he recognized the origin of this group of people at a glance.
Zac was stunned. "Heresy Court? There is such an organization in the Temple? How come I have never heard of it? You said these people are the Knights of the Temple? That's impossible. I don't feel any holy aura from them. "
"The Heresy Court has existed for more than a thousand years. It has always been an inseparable part of the Temple, but it is a dark part. The main purpose of its existence for so many years is to find and eradicate heretics, and to secretly deal with some shady things for the Temple. In addition, the Heresy Court has been behind several bloody wars in history because of religion. However, this organization has been hiding in the shadows since its establishment. Even many people in the Church do not know of its existence."
Because of his good relationship with a cardinal, Steins had a deeper understanding of some of the secrets of the Temple than others. In addition, the Sorcerer Association also had some documents in this area, but they were all top-secret.
Your Honor, the future Supreme Magus, was the super genius who had the most high hopes in human history. His authority in the Sorcerer Association was second only to the president, the vice president, and the nine directors. In addition, he was the personal disciple of Principal Steins, so he was no stranger to the Heresy Court and the Punishment Knights.
The Archmage did not hide his disgust for the two. "As for the Punishment Knights, you can think of them as a group of hounds raised by the Heresy Court. They're like two sides of the same coin compared to real Holy Knights. If Holy Knights represent universal love, justice, and benevolence, then Punishment Knights represent coldness, stubbornness, and madness. They're weapons created by the gods to destroy their enemies. They've abandoned their humanity, so they're unable to use prayers and divine arts to aid in battle like Holy Knights. However, as compensation, the gods have bestowed them with astonishing combat talent. Once they enter a battle state, these guys are the most perfect killing machines. "Luo Bu felt a little strange after he finished speaking." Speaking of which, how did you guys end up provoking these fiends? "
The old magician Owen sighed. "It's not that we want to provoke them. They came to us first. I heard from the youngest guy that he came to the tavern to inquire about the whereabouts of a girl."
"Girl? What girl? "Rob asked casually.
"Well, I heard that she is a swordsman with an Elven sword." Owen said as he quietly moved towards the bar. As the last trump card of the merchant Fatso, the old magician usually dressed like a thief. His staff was placed in a hidden groove under the bar, only used in times of danger.
Now, there was no doubt that they had reached a critical juncture. Everyone in the tavern was in danger, and they didn't even know that a disaster was about to befall them. The captain of the guards couldn't do anything alone, and Owen didn't know if he could stop the four murderers. However, at this time, he had to do something. However, when the old magician reached for his wand, he touched nothing.
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