"No! Sir! The Great Witch told us not to see anyone else today! " There were still people in charge of guarding the inn. Although there were only two of them, they tried their best to block the staircase, just to prevent Ike from going up.
"My friend's injury is critical. Please do help me. Thank you!" Ike was obviously very anxious and forced himself to rush up.
The Saint Samurai, the tourists, and Laing in the hall were all stunned, wondering what was going on.
Laing wanted to watch the show, but Ike saw that there was no way to go up. He suddenly drew his long sword. "Then I can only say sorry!"
What answered him was the sound of a group of people unsheathing their swords.
Things did not go as Ike expected. As a result of the deterrence of force, all the Saint Samurai sitting in the hall drew their swords. The Saint Samurai, who abhorred evil, would not stand by and watch the wandering knights abuse their force.
As soon as the Saint Samurai unsheathed their swords, the innkeeper became anxious. He quickly gave his staff a look, and the staff understood and sneaked out of the inn door. Then the innkeeper ran out from behind the bar and begged the Saint Samurai to put down their weapons. "Please put away your weapons! Please put away your weapons! Mr. Saint Samurai! Please don't use force in my inn, okay? Please! "
"But he drew his sword first. We're helping you!" A young Saint Samurai stood up, a little exasperated. "Why don't you stop him instead of us?"
"I want to stop you, you guys who act on your own!" Who knew that the innkeeper was also exasperated. He said rudely, "If you fight, my inn will be ruined! Enough! If you still want to fight, I won't accept you Saint Samurai lodging, okay? You can go find another inn! "
"F * ck you!" The Saint Samurai cursed a few times, but he didn't know what to do. Most of the Saint Samurai were like him, feeling that they were being treated as bad guys when they tried to help out of good intentions, so they felt very wronged.
Laing curled his lips at the sight, thinking that order really made people stupid. Why didn't these Saint Samurai look at where they were? If they really fought, would the innkeeper's inn still be open? Would the inn still be open?
It was no wonder that the merchants and shopkeepers hated the Saint Samurai, especially the young ones. These guys who had been taught to "punish the evil and promote the good" were the most hot-blooded. After a round of fighting and killing, they felt that justice had been served and left, leaving behind a mess and the shopkeepers who wanted to cry but had no tears.
The ones who liked the Saint Samurai the most were the poor, especially the tenants and the workers who worked for the merchants. Whenever the Saint Samurai appeared, justice would be served. In order not to provoke the Saint Samurai, shop owners and nobles would generally treat them better. This was an unwritten tacit understanding. The Church of Justice and the nobles had agreed to never intervene in the affairs of the nobles or taxation. In response, the nobles would also try their best to ensure that there would not be "unruly" people who blocked the street to complain about taxes or military service, which put the Saint Samurai in a dilemma.
The Church of Justice was still a small church during the Great Calamity. If it were not for the rise of Charlemagne, the Church of Justice would never have developed into the number one church on the continent. The Empire and the Church of Justice supported each other, and their duties were clear and inseparable. It was also the only church that allowed the emperor of the Empire to directly command his own Saint Samurai legion and knights. It was said that if it were not for the desperate efforts of the Archbishop of the Church of Justice, Vokmar Beckman, the emperor of the Empire, Karl-franz - Frey Friedrich, would have been defeated by his uncle, Joseph - Frey Friedrich.
"No, you can't go up!" The guards in the inn also unsheathed their weapons. One of them used a sword, while the other used a spear. They were tall and strong, and they were not easy to deal with. The innkeeper walked up and bowed to show that he had no ill intentions. Then, he said in a negotiating tone, "Lady Ditrina said that no one is allowed to disturb her, unless …"
"Unless what? Hurry up and say it!" Ike saw a group of Saint Samurai in the hall and knew that it was impossible to force his way in, so he said anxiously.
"Unless this White Wolf Knight is willing to lead people up." The innkeeper pointed at Laing, who was sitting on the side and watching the show.
"??!!" Laing thought to himself. How did this turn around and come back to him?
Only then did Ike realize that Laing was also sitting in the hall. He quickly went up to Laing, ignoring the threatening looks of the Saint Samurai. "Mr. Laing!"
"You can't avoid what's coming." Laing complained. Frey, who was sitting opposite him, laughed heartily. The White Wolf Knight took the initiative to say, "What's the matter? Can you explain it in detail?"
Laing nodded at the leading Saint Samurai, Freud. At Freud's command, the Saint Samurai sheathed their Longswords and sat down. The innkeeper heaved a sigh of relief.
"Mr. Laing, do you remember the time when we fought side by side? The battle with the Orcs that night? "Ike was still anxious.
"Of course, your performance left a deep impression on me." Laing remembered that Ike fought with all his might and killed a few Horned Beasts.
"The wandering Knight who fought side by side with us that day, Goodson. Do you remember him?" Ike was very anxious. He felt as though there was a fire in the chair, and he couldn't sit still. "He was seriously injured. Last night, he started to feel dizzy and hot. He couldn't stop convulsing …"
"It's tetanus!" Laing immediately recognized the symptoms of the wandering Knight. The spearheads and weapons of the Orcs were smeared with feces and mud. Wounds inflicted by the Orcs were likely to be infected! Thus, disinfection of wounds was very important. Not everyone was like Laing, who was protected by Psionic Power and immune to all diseases.
"Yes! It's tetanus! "Ike was very anxious. His face was burning with anxiety.
Tetanus was an incurable disease in the Middle Ages of Laing's previous world. There was no other outcome than waiting for death. Everyone was terrified of it. This was one of the reasons why Humans were so fearful of the Orcs.
In this world of swords and magic, tetanus wasn't incurable. However, it wasn't easy to find a cure for tetanus. In the church, the fifth-circle theurgy "Detoxification" could cure tetanus. The sixth-circle theurgy "Regeneration" could also cure tetanus. However, the price wasn't something a wandering Knight could afford. There weren't many lords who could easily afford a few hundred gold coins. Only high-level Mages or nobles could afford it.
Then it had to be a potion or magic. Laing knew that the Garland Council knew how to concoct a high-grade magic potion called "Healing Potion". This potion could immediately restore the health of the user. In addition, the potion could counteract all poisons and injuries in the body. It could also reduce magic damage. Unlike other potions, the Healing Potion didn't have a duration. Its effects would last until the user was injured again.
"Then you want to ask Madam Dietrinda for a Healing Potion? But she already said that she won't see anyone today. "Laing's expression wasn't very enthusiastic. He didn't think that Ike could afford it. The price of the Healing Potion was shocking. He remembered that Dietrinda had given him a friendly price of eighty gold coins per bottle.
For example, an ordinary farmer in the Kingdom of Nords would earn around eight to ten gold denars per year before taxes. That was how much eighty gold coins was worth.
Seeing that there was no turning back, Ike clenched his fists. He knew that there were some things that he had to do.
"Please, on account of the fact that we once fought side by side, please help me introduce you to him! Mister Laing! "Ike suddenly begged loudly in front of everyone. He then bowed deeply to Laing.
“？？？？？” Everyone fell silent. The innkeeper stopped what he was doing, the guests stopped eating, and even the waiters stopped washing the dishes.
Everyone in the hall looked at Laing.
The paladins all looked at Laing. They wanted to know what the famous White Wolf Knight would do.
The other guests also looked at Laing. After the roar, they all knew who this young knight was.
The innkeeper and the others were also waiting for Laing's reaction.
This guy! Laing suddenly realized what Ike was doing.
Is this kid forcing my hand?!
A knight's reputation was very important, especially for a young knight like Laing. Reputation was something that couldn't be seen or touched, but it was a manifestation of a person's influence. The level of one's reputation affected one's social status.
For example, for a knight, reputation and strength were very important indicators. Reputation was especially important above strength.
Take Laing as an example. Laing had been a knight of the kingdom for eight years. He had made outstanding achievements in battle. He first killed "Sharp Teeth" Gor, then killed Doomsday Bull Thaus. He was famous in the Kingdom of Nords. Even many people in the Empire and Brittany had heard of his name. Under such circumstances, if the palace invited him to be a lord, or if the King of Nords decreed to give him a piece of land, most of the nobles would not have any objections. In their opinion, Laing should have been one of them long ago.
But what if his reputation was not enough?
Then, even if the King of Nords wanted to forcibly confer someone as a lord, or even a knight, he would be opposed by all the nobles in the country from top to bottom, especially those low-level nobles and the knights in the order of knights. Under such circumstances, not only would the conferment fail, the king's reputation would be completely destroyed.
So Ike was forcing the king to abdicate.
Having fought side by side was a unique favor among knights. Usually, when this was mentioned, according to the convention, Laing should help because he was the beneficiary of this rule.
Laing's expression changed slightly. After all, no knight would want to joke about his reputation, especially when he had a huge goal in the future. He needed to cherish his reputation even more.
"Alright, since we fought side by side, I'll take you to see Lady Ditlind." Laing finally nodded. Ike heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. Al Frey, who was sitting opposite Laing, also showed a gratified expression.
"Al Fu. Let's go together! "Laing gestured for his childhood playmate to follow him.
"Okay!" Al Frey jumped up from his seat and followed Laing upstairs. Ike hurried after seeing this.
Al Frey, who was wearing plate armor and carrying a shield on his back, creaked as he walked up the stairs. It made people worry that he would crush the wooden stairs. Laing saw this and complained, "Al Fu, do you have to stay in this tin can every day?"
"Well, it's basically like this. I'm used to it." Al Frey laughed when he heard this. He reached out and touched the back of his head, "I wasn't used to it a few years ago. After a long time, I feel empty when I take it off occasionally."
"…" Laing rolled his eyes. The Church of Justice was powerful and had strong financial resources. Therefore, all the paladins of the church were equipped with breastplates and chain mail. As long as a paladin advanced like Al Frey, they could get a full set of plate armor. Paladins generally didn't take off their plate armor when they went out. Over time, people on the continent gave the paladins a nickname – tin cans.
Laing felt that it was quite fitting.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Laing. This wasn't my intention, but Goodson's injuries are really serious. I had no choice but to do this." Ike knew that his behavior made Laing unhappy, so he quickly apologized.
Laing suddenly stopped and turned around. "Mr. Ike, can you tell me the truth?"
Ike's heart skipped a beat, and he forced a smile on his handsome face. "What truth? I don't understand."
"Enough, don't pretend. Tell me, when we were attacked by the Orcs that night, Goodson was fully equipped to fight. You must know the details, right?"
"…" Ike didn't speak.
"Since you don't want to tell me the truth, I don't have to introduce you to Madam Ditinda, right?" Laing stood still.
"You're not keeping your word, Mr. Laing …" Ike swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty.
"Oh, you're saying that I'm not keeping my word now?" Laing's expression was cold. The three of them stood at the corner of the staircase. The oil lamp on the wall emitted a weak light.
He had chosen a good spot. From the corner of the hall, the three of them had already disappeared around the corner. However, Ryan was stuck in the middle of the corridor. There was no way Ike could get past him to find the two Garland female councilors.
If they couldn't come to an agreement, he could take Ike down. Nobody would know what had happened, but Ike still wanted to use force. Heh, heh. Attacking a Royal Knight was a serious crime, and he could be executed immediately. It was completely legal.
"Well, you can force me, but I can't force you?"
Ald- Frey immediately understood the meaning behind Laing's words. The Paladin realized that the appearance of the Orcs had something to do with the appearance of the Orcs. He grasped the hilt of his sword at his waist, indicating that he was on Laing's side.
There was a long silence.
Ike's face alternated between red and white. He knew that the Paladin was fully armored and couldn't be taken down in a short period of time. Laing was even worse. If they fought, everything would be over. Goodson would be doomed.
The wandering knight was in great pain. His eyes seemed to be begging Laing not to pursue the matter.
Laing's expression was as cold as ice as he looked calmly at the wandering knight.
If Ike didn't explain what happened, Goodson would have to wait for his death.
If there was a fight, the two of them would be able to take him down.
Finally, Ike spoke. His expression was filled with shame and disdain.
"That night, Goodson and a few of his companions called me out to discuss something."
"It was about … the ownership of the Sea Heart Stone …"
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