Author's Note: A novel is not a game. In a game, as long as the player wants to, you can have a full Grail Knight or Hippogryph Knight to wipe out all forces. But I can't write a novel like that. There are only so many Grail Knights, and if they all die, they will all die.
Although the witch believed that Laing would not harm her, she still felt uneasy.
"My body is special, Veronica. As you know, I'm not afraid of any corruption." Laing thought for a moment and decided to reveal more. "But because of this, I need to do something to prevent the people around me from being corrupted. Especially you, my dear. Sometimes you are too greedy and will do anything to achieve your goals."
"So this is …" Veronica thought for a while.
"Yes, it's just as you think. As for the benefits … you will know when my wings are fully spread," Laing said with a strange smile. "Soon, it will appear on Olica's body."
"Then I think I know what this is. Proof of identity? To prevent corruption? "Veronica thought for a while.
Laing only smiled. "Anyway, I won't harm you, my dear."
Veronica rolled her eyes at him. The witch found a comfortable position in his arms. "Hold me tight, Laing. Rest."
"Okay."
During the winter after the Winter Veil Festival, due to the frozen land, cold weather, and blocked rivers, Laing and the others had nothing to do. They spent most of their time in the territory resting and practicing. Laing went to spar with Anglo when he had nothing to do. Most of the time, he was beaten up. Anglo was too strong. Even in his weakened state, he could still beat Laing. But Laing was no longer completely powerless.
At the beginning of March, the weather began to warm up.
Laing also received an invitation letter.
The quadrennial Knight's Conference would continue to be held in Culona. This year, the organizers were King Dinoa Jean-Richard de Le Anglo and Morgiana, the Witch of the Lake. The organizers invited the champion of the Lake Nymphs to Culona to watch the competition.
Laing knew about this. In fact, without the invitation, Laing would have gone to Culona anyway. He had promised Suria.
Veronica refused to go with them. Actually, Garland didn't like the Lake Nymphs and the Lake Prophets. She was busy gathering people to build her wizard tower, so the witches weren't interested in the so-called Knights' Conference.
Olica was also unwilling to go far away. Olivier wanted to stay behind and guard the territory. In the end, Leon decided to bring Lopes and Hex with him. He also brought five sergeants. Unfortunately, there were no knights in his territory who could participate in the knight assembly. Hex was almost thirty years old, and Lopes was just over twenty five years old.
Emilia was also brought along by Laing. The girl saw that no other women wanted to go with Laing, so she immediately said that she wanted to go with Laing to the Knight's Conference.
About ten kilometers away from his territory, Duke "Long Legs" François's team appeared in front of everyone. The family flag with a pure white pegasus fluttered in the air. The Duke's golden crown on the flag represented the Duke's identity. The golden iris flower border represented that he was the descendant of the founding Knight King Arthur. The golden holy grail on the pegasus' feet represented that he was the glorious Knight of the Holy Grail.
This time, Duke Winford brought more than 20 family knights. Most of them were very young. It was obvious that they were all going to participate in the Knight's Conference.
The Duke's daughter was also among them. She had not seen Laing for a long time. When Suria saw Laing's figure, her beautiful sea blue eyes lit up. She immediately waved her hand and said, "Laing? You really came. I knew that you would keep your promise. "
So the two sides converged. Laing rode the pure-blooded elf warhorse Grape in the front, side by side with Duke Winford François. The Duke himself rode a tall pegasus. He looked very elegant. "My Duke, I didn't expect you to come in person this time."
"Every Knight's Conference, as long as I have nothing to do, I will come in person to watch the competition." François smiled elegantly. He touched his beard and said, "The duels of the young knights always make my blood boil, just like when I was young."
"Haha, that's right. Even a Knight of the Holy Grail has to have some hobbies, especially you, Duke. You are the winner of the Knight's Conference." Laing nodded. "I heard from Sir Uleth that decades ago, it was you who defeated him and Sir Theodoric and became the winner of the Knight's Conference."
"That was decades ago. At that time, the Lake Goddess Witch was not Her Highness Morgiana yet." François was a little emotional and proud when he talked about his youth. "I have always remembered that victory. When I was searching for the Holy Grail, I encountered countless difficulties and obstacles. I also fell off a cliff and was washed into a turbulent current. But the Lady always encouraged me and made me move forward. In the end, after killing several giant evil creatures, I crossed a stream formed by melting snow at dawn. I saw a beautiful figure that I could not describe with words. She was waiting for me."
"I know. That was my Lady. That was the Holy Grail."
The young knights in the team all stopped talking. They listened carefully to François's words, for fear of missing any details. The Knights of the Holy Grail generally kept their mouths shut about their journey to the Holy Grail. They would only reveal a little bit of it when they were chatting with other Knights of the Holy Grail.
How sacred, the Holy Grail! The lifelong desire of all young people, praise the Lady!
"Father, you rarely talk about your past." Suria followed from behind on a pegasus. The female knight gently said to François, "Even to me and my brother, you rarely talk about it."
"It's not a particularly glorious thing. My daughter, Theodoric, has hated me since he lost to me. He thought that I stole the championship that belonged to him in a dishonorable way." François's expression was like an ancient well without any ripples. "But the Lady can prove everything."
Theodoric did not complete the trial of the Holy Grail. After that, he was busy with the war with Estalia. François, on the other hand, completed the trial of the Holy Grail and returned with glory. At this time, Duke Winford did not need to argue with Theodoric. As he said, the Lady could prove everything.
Duke Winford did not want to start a war with Duke Breon because of this reason. Theodoric was a man of temperament and a man of war. There was no need to start a war because of a little argument.
Laing nodded. The early spring sun shone on his body. The Knight of the Holy Grail held the reins. It seemed that when François was young, he was also a hot-blooded young man, the type of knight who fought fiercely. However, after this Duke took over the position of Duke, he began to hide his strength and bide his time. As time passed, he gradually became the shrewd and astute person he was now.
Laing was very happy to travel with the Duke himself, accompanied by the Duke's daughter and his own maid.
A few days later, the group arrived at the small town of Fogler in the morning. This town was located in the Duchy of Le-Angoulan. The ruler of this town was the Count of Fogler. It was less than a day's journey from Coulona.
François signaled for everyone to stay here and continue the journey tomorrow.
So the knights and soldiers stayed in this town for the night.
After lunch and a simple rest, François found Laing. "Are you interested in going out with me? Young man? Just the two of us. "
“？？？” Although Laing was a little confused, he immediately agreed. The man in front of him was his superior and a noble who supported him. Since he was invited, there was no reason for him not to go.
The town of Fogler was close to the Duchy of Le-Angoulan's castle. Laing's first impression of this town was that it was very prosperous. Not only was it densely populated, but the economy was also very developed. The streets were full of peddlers, and Laing even saw some halflings.
François was wearing a blue and white Brittany noble's robe. His hat was embroidered with four strips of mink fur. There was a golden ring on his crown, decorated with eight red golden leaves. His clothes were inlaid with his family's coat of arms of a pure white pegasus. The Holy Grail Knight's badge on his chest shone brightly, indicating his noble status.
The serfs didn't dare to disturb him, and all of them avoided him. The peddlers tried their best to talk to him, but when they saw François waving his hand, they immediately looked away. No one dared to bother a Grail Knight.
Laing followed behind François. The Chosen One was also very powerful. He was wearing a red Brittany noble's robe, but he didn't wear a hat. "My Duke? This place is so prosperous. "
"Fogler has always been very prosperous. This is one of the main sources of tax for Duke Le-Angoulan, Richard." François said with a smile. "This town has more than eight thousand people. This is indeed very prosperous. Most coastal towns are of this scale."
"Yes, but it's a little dirty." Laing noticed a lot of feces, dirty water, and garbage were hidden in the corners.
Generally speaking, the larger the settlement, the more sanitation and facilities it required. Most of the time, a settlement could not be summed up by a simple 1 + 1. For example, in Marlinburg, other than the nobles who could maintain the cleanliness of the Temple University, the entire city was actually filled with seawater, garbage, and mud.
"You're very smart, Laing. In the process of ruling, you know how to control a degree. But today, I still want to tell you a story." François led Laing around a corner.
The street was a little dirty. A lot of garbage was piled up on both sides of the street, waiting for the regular cleaners to come and clean it up. But this wasn't the main point. Laing noticed that in front of a shop, many townsfolk and serfs were anxiously waiting in front of the shop. Most of them were old, with white hair. At the same time, many of them were cursing loudly.
"Cavendish! You son of a bitch, where's our bread? Why isn't it here yet? "
"You cursed outsider, you despicable thief!"
"I curse you!"
At the same time, there were two fully armed soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the shop. It was because of their presence that the large group of people did not dare to directly rush into the shop or attack the owner. They could only stand outside and wait anxiously while cursing.
There was a wooden sign hanging above the shop: Cavendish Shop.
"What is this? What are they doing?" Laing was very curious. What was the reason that the lord had to send soldiers to guard the shop, and what was the reason that dozens of people were surrounding the shop and cursing non-stop?
"Don't worry, Laing. Patience is a virtue! Let's wait. " François gestured to Laing and him to sit down in a small stall on the street. The stall owner was a serf woman. She was selling a pot of stew made of frog meat, flour, onions, carrots, celery stalks, potatoes, wild vegetable leaves, garlic, salt, and other things. Seeing the two Holy Grail Knights, François and Laing sit down, the serf woman screamed and tried to bend her round waist. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my Lady! My Lady Shalia, what is this? What is this? The two Holy Grail Knights have come to my shop! The most respected Holy Grail Knights, what would you like to order? "
"Two bowls of Valley Frog Stew, Lady." François took out two silver coins, and the serf woman immediately served Laing and François two large bowls of stew that were almost full. Then she nodded and bowed with a smile on her face. "Yes, please! Holy Grail Knights, our frog stew is the most famous and best stew in the whole town. Just try it once, you will love it … "
"Okay, okay, we got it. You can go about your business." François gestured to the serf woman to not disturb him and Laing. The serf woman quickly bowed and then happily went elsewhere. "My God! Praise the Lady! Two Holy Grail Knights are eating in my shop! There are two Holy Grail Knights eating in my shop! "
The appearance of the Holy Grail Knights had an immediate effect. The serf woman's big pot of stew was sold out in ten minutes, and even more than half of the new pot was sold. It was not that the serf woman did not want to sell it all, but she thought that the Holy Grail Knights might want to add a little more, so there should not be nothing left.
The yellow stew soup was mixed with a variety of red, green, white vegetables and frog meat. Laing took a bite and said, "Hmm, it tastes good!"
"Not bad, right? I ate here the last time I came here, and it was really good. " François's wise eyes flashed with a smile. "But don't just focus on the food. Look, pay attention to that shop."
"Okay." The Duke and his barons ate the stew while looking at the shop called Cavendish and a large group of people at the entrance of the shop.
"Cavendish? This name doesn't sound like the people of the kingdom. "Laing took a wooden spoon and put the frog meat into his mouth.
"Yes, he is not Brittany, he is from Estalia … Coming, Laing, pay attention." A freight carriage came to the door of Cavendish's shop with a large number of bread bags on it. "The goods are here."
"It's bread, the most common rye bread?" Laing asked doubtfully. "These people want to buy rye bread? But I saw a lot of bakeries along the way. Why does everyone want to buy from this one? Is the rye bread here cheaper? "
"No, no, the price of rye bread here is the same as the market price." François shook his head, and the Duke's eyes showed indifference and contempt. "The only difference is that part of the rye bread is used to help the old and incompetent serfs."
"Cavendish and Cavendish probably never dreamed that things would turn out like this."
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