Hearing this name, Laing's eyes flashed. They shook hands, and Laing suddenly laughed. "So, we're both lions?"
"Hahahaha! If it were someone else, I wouldn't admit it. But I've heard of your name. You defeated the Doomsday Bull, and I can see that you're an excellent knight. What's wrong with being called a lion with you? " Lauren laughed. In his name, Leo meant "Lion", and Laing meant "Lion". The pronunciation was different because of the different languages. The Brittany aristocratic language was derived from the Empire's High Gothic language, and they were basically similar.
"Hahahaha … uh …" Laing was about to continue laughing when he felt blood flowing out of his nose. He knew that his laughter had irritated his lungs, so he quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it off. "I'm sorry, I'm seriously injured. You know, to cover the retreat of my companions, I chose to face this beast alone. It took me a lot of effort."
Lauren sat down with his horse and tied it to one side. Then he sat in front of the fire to warm himself. "I know, I met your companions. They were besieged by a group of Orcs, and the situation was critical."
"Are they okay?" Laing was a little nervous, but he looked at Lauren's calm expression through the fire. The big bag of skulls explained everything.
"Of course, I'm the Lady's knight. In the face of danger, I have no reason not to help." Ron nodded. He was not polite. He directly took out a bowl and spoon and ate Ryan's stew in big mouthfuls.
It was a real big gulp. Laing watched as Lauren gulped down the bubbling soup. Although Lauren used silver utensils, he did not suspect that Laing had poisoned the stew. His moral character was as noble as his actions.
Laing scooped up a big bowl of soup as well. The Skarville Mountains were dotted with stars at night, and there was no moonlight. The two of them enjoyed a delicious meal of stewed meat soup, ham, baked potatoes, and bread under the firelight and starlight.
By the way, Ron's elven horse ate the same thing as the two knights.
Laing didn't find it strange at all. To the Brittany of the Knight King Kingdom, Elven warhorses were more important and precious than humans. Therefore, to the people of this kingdom, it wasn't a disgrace to be able to live in the same stable as Elven warhorses. Instead, it was a great honor to bring honor to their ancestors.
For some reason, Ron and Laing, the two "lions", did not repel each other when they met. Instead, they hit it off at first sight. Seeing this, Ron took out a bottle of red wine from the wooden box behind him. "Would you like a glass? Wineford's winery. "
Brittany Winford Dukedom, home of fine wine and olive oil, world famous.
"Why not?" Laing also took out a mug.
"Hahaha! Interesting. It's rare to see such a forthright knight like you, Laing." Ron filled the mug with red wine. The red wine showed the color of blood under the firelight and starlight. "Come, cheers! To the lady! "
"Uh …" Laing took the mug, thought for a moment, and raised his mug. "To White Wolf Yurick!"
The two mugs clinked together, and water splashed everywhere.
Hearing Laing recite the name of White Wolf Yurick, Ron frowned slightly. His expression fell into Laing's eyes. Laing thought that the followers of the Lake Nymphs and Yurick's followers didn't get along well. Yurick's followers thought that the Lake Nymphs' knights were too disciplined and involved too deeply in politics, while the Lake Nymphs' knights thought that Yurick's knights were too brainless and a bunch of boors.
As for why there was no hostility, it was because Chaos was their common enemy.
Sure enough, the bright red wine slid down his throat, and Ron said, "The first time I saw you, I knew that you must be the 'Sledgehammer' Laing of the Kingdom of Nords."
"Oh? I'd like to hear more. "Laing was also interested. What did this noble knight of mission want to say?
"In your twenties, black hair, blue eyes, and the ability to kill the Doomsday Bull alone. Is there anyone else in Nords other than you?" Ron boiled the bread and stuffed it into his mouth. "If it wasn't for Julius talking about you all day, I wouldn't have known that there was someone like you in Nords."
It was true that there hadn't been any talents in Nords since the founding of the kingdom.
"Ha, I don't know what Yuri said to you, but I think it has something to do with the duel, right?" Laing said helplessly. Ron nodded with a smile.
Julius Antley, the eldest son of Duke Winford of Brittany and the first of the younger generation of the Knight King, entered the army as a knight-errant at the age of 14, and was made a knight of the kingdom at the age of 18 because of his military achievements.
He was about the same age as Laing, and Laing knew him because this guy was a martial arts fanatic. After meeting under the intermediary of his Godfather, the two young men had a duel. In the horse battle, Laing was knocked off his horse by his lance and lost. In the foot battle, Laing won by knocking the longsword out of his hand.
This battle made Julius recognize Laing's strength, and the two agreed to fight again next time.
Of course, what made Laing remember was not that Julius was strong, but that he had a very beautiful sister. However, he certainly couldn't say this out loud.
"Yes, what I saw today is indeed worthy of your reputation. Then … what are you going to do with the head of this beast?" Ron nodded and smiled, expressing his goodwill and a little doubt. "Offer it to the Lord of the White Wolf?"
"This is the oracle of the Lord of the White Wolf. Of course, I have to offer the head of this beast to him." Laing pretended to be very young and simple, wanting to see what Ron wanted to say. "Since it is the oracle of my Lord, as the White Wolf Knight, of course, I have to do my best to complete it."
Ron's eyes flashed, and he thought there was a way, so he said, "Then … after completing the mission of the Lord of the White Wolf, naturally, you have to deliver the head to the White Wolf Church?"
"Of course." Laing nodded matter-of-factly.
"And then? Since you have eliminated a terrible doomsday bull for the Lord of the White Wolf, the reward must be very generous. "Ron pretended to ask casually.
"Well, I don't know what the reward will be." Laing thought that the main show had come.
"Is that so? Then, according to the normal procedures, what will the Lord of the White Wolf reward his White Wolf Knight? " Ron drank a glass of red wine. The mission knight had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he spoke with a strong accent, as if he was speaking with a loud voice.
This was the characteristic of the great nobles of the Knight King Kingdom, just like the great nobles of the Empire.
"Generally, it is archived. The church priest will file this matter and record it, and then pass it to the Archbishop of White Wolf City. Archbishop Malas will choose an opportunity to communicate with my Lord. Then, when the Canon Festival comes, if my Lord passes down the oracle, he will reward and bestow something." This kind of thing was not a secret. In fact, most churches did this, so Laing opened his mouth and said, "As for the bestow, most of them are wolf heads or wolf fangs."
"After I killed a Cyclops, I was given this plate armor in the Lady's temple." Ron raised his hand slightly and showed his plate armor in front of Laing.
Under the night sky, relying on the starlight and the fire, Laing could only look at it a little. Indeed, the surface of the plate armor was full of colors. Even in such bad weather, there was no stain at all. The runes on the surface of the plate armor were flowing with the powerful divine power of the Lady of the Lake. The beautiful patterns kept flashing with a moving halo even in the dark night.
Obviously, this was not an ordinary item. This was a plate armor that was personally enchanted by the Lady of the Lake or at least her chosen one.
"… It's really not ordinary." Laing nodded. Enchanted armor was rare. Not to mention him, even the lords of Nord would be blessed by the gods to have an enchanted weapon.
But what about the eldest son of Duke Connet of the Kingdom of Brittany?
His whole body was enchanted.
"It's not as you think. None of my equipment was inherited from my family." Ron's eyes were still smiling, but the corners of his mouth had returned to normal. He seemed to see what Laing wanted to say, so he explained, "It's all a gift from the Lady."
Oh?! Laing was energized.
What kind of gift could he get without merit? So Ron's implication was that this full set of enchanted weapons and equipment was all obtained by him in a sea of blood and mountains of corpses, and he "exchanged" with the Lady of the Lake.
Ryan couldn't help but be moved.
Over the years in Nord and as a White Wolf Knight, Laing had some experience.
The White Wolf God of War, Yuric, was not a generous god. In other words, he was an indifferent god.
Yuric was a cold, ruthless, and vengeful god. He hoped that his believers would rely on their own strength to be self-reliant. On the battlefield, they used their bravery to show their loyalty to Yuric. Compared to the gods of those civilizations, Yuric was barbaric and ferocious. He was savage and independent, the embodiment of strength, glory, and courage. And in fact, he had nothing else to ask for from his followers. He only asked for strength, glory, and courage.
Yuric admired courage, bravery, fearlessness, ferocity, and coldness. He despised weakness, cowardice, and intrigue.
However, Yuric was quite indifferent to his believers. Compared to the God of Justice who was happy to respond to the prayers of his believers, or the Lady of the Lake who often performed miracles, any ordinary believer or villager who prayed to Yuric would only receive silence as a response.
Then what about his church's pastor, or his White Wolf Knight?
It could not be said that he was generous.
Towards these … well, they could be considered as his loyal followers, it was hard to say that Yurick was "generous." Let's not talk about other things. Take Clayon's matter as an example. Yurick did not explain the strength of the other party, nor did he help Clayon when he was facing such a strong enemy. Especially after the Doomsday Bull had completely evolved into the Four-Armed Bull Demon, according to normal circumstances, under the Oracle of the Gods, a strong enemy that could not be fought against had appeared.
But in fact, Laing did not ask for help, and Yuric did not help.
The reason why Laing did not ask for help was that he knew Yuric well. Not only would this White Wolf God of War not help him, but he would also mock him for being weak.
So why did he want to humiliate himself?
If Laing was only a "simple-minded local," then he regarded Yuric as a god who was sacred and inviolable. It was normal for him to give his all, even if it meant risking his life.
But Laing was not like that. As the son of that person, Laing had his own beliefs and his own pride.
And although he often ridiculed his father, deep in his heart, he was still grateful and worshipped his father. He had always regarded the mission his father gave him as his ultimate goal.
Yuric? Superficial belief.
So after Laughn said this, Laing muttered in his heart.
With some thoughts in mind, the expression on his face naturally changed. Laughn saw this, his goatee rose slightly, and he stopped talking.
The two paused for a while, tasting their wine, and did not speak again.
Observing Laing's expression through the red wine in the wine glass, Laughn's thoughts were also turning.
As the eldest son of Duke Connet of Brittany, Laughn Leo Cornwall had received a very complete and excellent education since childhood. Whether it was culture, military, or politics, he was trained as the first successor of the duke. And he did not disappoint. This year, he was thirty-seven years old and had already embarked on the path of the Holy Grail.
Just now, the incarnation of the Lady appeared in front of him and gave him instructions.
The Lady needed the loyalty of the person in front of her!
If it were someone else, perhaps Lauren would find it a little strange. However, if it was this "Sledgehammer" Ryan, who was a well-known hero in the Kingdom of Nords, who was born in a noble family and had good looks and strength, Lauren did not find it strange at all. He knew Julius' strength very well. To be able to fight Julius to a draw and kill the Doomsday Bull by himself, he was naturally qualified to serve the great lady.
A lowly peasant was not worthy of the Lady, but an excellent knight should serve the Lady and offer his loyalty to her, right?
So … there was harm in comparison, wasn't there?
Laing was not clear about Laughn's thoughts, but the words of the Knight of Duty did indeed enter Laing's heart. The young White Wolf Knight was anxious about his current slow progress. After Laughn's "inadvertent" words, a thought came to his mind: Yuric might not be the best choice.
He chose to believe in Yuric because his adoptive father, Norman, was a loyal follower of Yuric and was a White Wolf Knight. The second reason was that Yuric was very determined to fight against the evil gods of Chaos.
This was because almost all of Yuric's followers were in the north of the Empire and the Kingdom of Nords. Every time the army of Chaos went south, the first to be destroyed was Yuric's followers. Of course, Yuric could not accept this, so he had to fight to the death with Chaos. The followers' faith was the foundation of a god's existence. Without followers, the god would gradually lose his power until he died.
Another reason was that the Blood God Khorne of the four evil gods of Chaos represented hatred and war. He was the God of War. What about Yuric? He represented midwinter and war, and was also the God of War. Between these two gods, only one was destined to survive.
So, let's not talk nonsense. Come on, fight to the death.
However, the Lady of the Lake was also a god who would fight to the death with Chaos!
And to Laing, believing in anything was just a pretense. Deep down, he had always believed that the relationship between gods and followers was just a relationship of using and being used. The followers gave their faith and power to the gods, and the gods protected the followers and at the same time gave their blessings.
What he really believed in was the cold golden light that sent him to this world.
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