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Old World, Brittany, Baron Jean, Redfish Village, north of the Shinon River.
It was early October, late autumn, and the temperature was getting colder. Winter in Brittany was about to arrive.
The autumn wind was bleak, and the forest was dyed red. The fields had a long breath from its broad chest, and the hills and embankments were clear like water. The autumn harvest was basically over. The tax collector from the Lord Knight had already collected all the grain that should be collected, leaving behind a barely acceptable harvest. The serfs began to chop firewood and grind flour. At the same time, they had to plough the land again to prepare for winter wheat.
Winter wheat required a lot of manpower and a certain amount of fertilizer. Most of the grain that was grown was from the lord, so the serfs were generally not very enthusiastic about cultivating winter wheat.
Fortunately, the tax system set by the lord was tithing, and the tax set by the Holy Grail Knight was not very heavy. The serfs worked diligently, and there was still something left in the end. With the preaching of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, the serfs knew how to fertilize the fields with plant ash and animal dung.
Of course, even the fattest horse dung cost money. The serfs had to serve the local lord for two to three days every week in exchange for the right to use the mill and some special tools. After completing their service, the lord allowed the serfs to bring a small part of the harvest back home, depending on the situation. For example, after chopping firewood, the lord allowed the serfs to bring a bundle of firewood back home. How much firewood they could bring back depended on the serfs' strength. If the serfs were greedy and took too much firewood, causing it to fall to the ground or become unable to walk, they would be disqualified.
Redfish Village had a big ranger knight. This was something that everyone in the village knew. The villagers usually called him Mr. Anglo. It was said that this big knight was the elder brother of the Holy Grail Knight, Baron Laing. He came here to seek refuge because he had committed a crime, so the villagers were a little afraid of him.
This ranger knight was different from the others. For many years, the serfs had rarely seen a knight who personally worked in the fields, nor had they seen such a valiant knight. After Sir Leon led the army in the territory to participate in the War of Knights, the small Redfish Village had become the territory of Master Anglo.
The knight's life was very regular. He often went to work at sunrise and went to bed at sunset. Every morning, the knight would get up early and run to the Shinon River to splash himself with cold water. Many serfs felt cold just looking at him, but the knight was very happy. He would also slap the water of the Shinon River with his hands. Many live fish would be slapped out of the river and brought back home by the knight.
The knight was so strong that he did not need anyone to work for him. He chopped down a tree that was as thick as four people hugging it and brought it home alone. Large tracts of farmland were irrigated and developed under his command. He also raised many fat pigs, chickens, ducks, and geese, and patiently made feed for them. Under his leadership, Redfish Village had a new atmosphere. Since the knight worked so hard, under his strict supervision, the serfs did not dare to be lazy. This year's harvest was good, and Redfish Village had a good harvest.
The village's harvest and the many fat pigs soon attracted the attention of the nearby bandits and rogue knights. They took advantage of a dark and windy night to break into Redfish Village.
Then, there was no "then".
Three waves of bandits and rogue knights came one after another. After entering Redfish Village, these people disappeared without a trace. Since then, no one had seen them again. The only thing that was known was that some serfs who worked hard in the fields were given a lot of semi-new weapons and equipment, and the adult males were armed.
From then on, serving the knight sometimes became receiving armed training from the knight. The serfs took the weapons they seized and participated in the training. Starting from the basic walking in formation and spear stabbing, the knight's strict training made many serfs complain. Every time they participated in the training, they felt as if they were going to visit a grave.
The knight, on the other hand, liked to watch them complain. He was a man of few words, and the most outstanding young men in training would always be given some meat to eat. Thinking about how hard it was to serve and how hard it was to receive training, the serfs just had to put up with it. At the very least, they would receive some rewards.
After witnessing the knight personally grab two bison by their tails and tame them into cattle, the serfs were somewhat numb. Anyway, our knight is invincible, and he doesn't impose heavy taxes on us, so we can still live like this.
One day in late autumn, an uninvited guest came to Redfish Village.
This uninvited guest with long white hair was riding a workhorse. There were many bags hanging on both sides of the workhorse, as well as the head of a bloodsucking beast. The uninvited guest carried two swords on his back, a silver sword and a steel sword. There was a musket at his waist, and he was wearing scale armor and a cloak that made it convenient for him to move around. However, there were many places that were damaged.
When the villagers saw him, they began to whisper.
"That's not the knight on a mission. That's a demon hunter!"
"What's a demon hunter doing in a place like this?"
"Oh my god, this goddamn mutant! They bring bad luck wherever they go! I really hope he's not here to investigate. "
"Quickly inform the village elders!"
A few serfs hurriedly ran into the depths of the village. The rest of the serfs looked at the demon hunter suspiciously, but there was no obvious hostility.
Demon hunters were everywhere on the continent. Many churches cooperated with demon hunter organizations. However, as mentioned before, the demon hunters' current status was a little awkward, so they were not welcomed. Many humans looked at them with suspicion and fear.
This was because once traces of corruption were found in the village, the demon hunters were likely to take extreme measures because of this reason.
This demon hunter looked to be in his thirties. His face was covered with scars, especially the one that ran from his eyebrows to his cheek. He was a little speechless when he saw the villagers whispering among themselves. However, he still went to the notice board in the village to see if there were any missions available.
There was only one notice on the notice board, and that was the legend of the Red Blood Knights.
In the dark of Brittany, there were often blood-red Undead Knights with shields and lances. These Undead Knights may or may not be the followers of the Blood Red Duke. They had the coat of arms of the Red Dragon on their bodies, but their armor was covered with the pattern of death and slaughter. They held a corrupted weapon in their hands. These weapons were engraved with dark runes, engraved with evil metal, and painted with the pattern of fierce beasts. They emitted a foul smell from head to toe and constantly attacked the village.
They called themselves the Blood Castle Knights.
These most terrible Undead Knights could only be fought by the Holy Grail Knight. Once the Blood Castle Knights appeared, the Holy Grail Knight would immediately move out, and the two would start a great battle.
Any information about the Red Blood Knights could be reported to the Lord, and the Lord would definitely give a generous reward.
"This is not a mission I can take." The Demon Hunter shook his head. He knew about these Red Blood Knights. His Demon Hunter Mentor had warned him that with his strength, he was not suitable to take on such a difficult mission.
At this moment, the village elder of Redfish Village appeared. He held a wooden cane and walked shakily in front of the Demon Hunter. "May I ask why you are here, Demon Hunter?"
"My name is Eber. I'm from Helmgath of the Empire." The Demon Hunter nodded slightly as a greeting. "May I ask if you have any work here for me?"
"Uh, let me think … Our village has been very quiet recently. Nothing special has happened. You may be disappointed, Demon Hunter." The village elder thought for a while and shook his head.
"Okay, may I ask how to get to Jean Town?" Eber saw that there was no mission for him to take. He could see that the villagers did not welcome him, so he chose to leave.
After the Demon Hunter rode away on his horse, a tall and powerful figure appeared behind the village elder. "Who is that person? It seems like you are all afraid of him. "
"Lord Anglo!" The village elder immediately knelt down. "They are Demon Hunters."
"Demon Hunters? What do they do? "Anglo had a fierce face and a big bald head. He was quite calm when he spoke.
The village elder told Anglo about the role of Demon Hunters.
"Just like the Court of Justice? Interesting. These people must not be very likable, right? " Anglo said with interest. "Interesting. If there is a chance, I really want to talk to him … with my axe."
"Lord Anglo, recently … the villagers have seen some things." The village elder thought for a while and said softly, "Some people really saw blood red knights in the depths of Chalon Forest. They were riding black horses that could spit fire."
"Yes, I know. I saw them too." Anglo nodded calmly. "Seems like you are not talking nonsense."
"Uh, Lord Anglo, those red Blood Knights are very dangerous. You must not fight them directly. You must summon the Holy Grail Knight. Only the Holy Grail Knight can deal with the red Blood Knights!" The village elder quickly said.
"Are you talking about this?" But out of everyone's expectation, Anglo raised a blood-red pointy dragon-winged helmet. Inside the helmet was a head that had been withered and had an abnormal gray color.
"Ah! This is … the Blood Knight! " The village elder was so scared that he sat on the ground. "Lord Anglo, you defeated the Blood Knight and killed it?"
"Yes, this guy is so annoying. It doesn't look like a human." Anglo threw the head on the ground and muttered under his breath, as if the Blood Knight was bothering him.
"It disturbed me when I was farming, so I twisted its head off. So weak, so weak."
"Find a place to hang it up so that other annoying guys won't disturb me when I'm farming."
"I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to get fodder for my cows."
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