Lord of Glory

Chapter 97: Make arrangements——

The clone took more than a dozen horses to transport the corpse and the captured Zhuo De. Go to Green Fortress. Bob suggested wiping off the blood in order to look more presentable when entering. However, this suggestion was rejected by the clone without hesitation. This blood stain is not only a symbol of merit, but also a treasure that can win sympathy! How can it be wiped off?

Seeing the towering fortress and the endless camps right in front of him, Bob deliberately slowed down a beat, and Bob, who was falling behind him, glanced at the crossbow held by the horse. With more than forty crossbows packed full of them, he couldn't help but said with some emotion: "The Kingdom of Malta is really rich. A scout team can each equip a crossbow. It's really rich." The clone tilted his head slightly and glanced at Bob. . This seemingly forthright and honest knight deliberately fell behind him, and he knew his intentions very well. It seems that being able to become a knight is not really a fool. Know how to understand current affairs and know who can bring glory, or status, to whom.

"Open the door! It's the Flamel Knights who are back! They are not dead!" The gate of the camp opened with a bang amid this passionate call. The clone recognized the voice as that of his attendant Salander. He gave everyone behind him a wink, and immediately walked to the door with a solemn and tired look.

The wooden door opened, and Baron Hank rode out first with an excited look on his face, followed by Salander and the other knights he belonged to. When Baron Hank saw the clone, Bob, and the body being held behind him, his originally excited expression immediately became heavy. The Baron rode up and looked at the clone and Bob up and down, and nodded happily: "Okay, just come back alive. Come on, let's go in!" At this moment, Baron Hank was not like a boss, but more like a person watching the return of his children. loving father. The clone nodded and waved his hand to shut up the excited Salander. A group of people walked into the gate of the camp with the strong smell of blood on their bodies.

Just like welcoming the victorious army, the mercenaries and soldiers who were supposed to be in chaos and doing their own things in the camp were now lined up on both sides. Along with the tents on both sides, an invisible solemn atmosphere spread like this. When these soldiers glanced at him, they were immediately attracted by the blood-red clones, Bob and the five attendants. Coupled with the corpse being carried by the horses behind, and Zhuo De who was still on the horse tied with hemp rope, he suddenly became awe-inspiring. "Although these knights are arrogant, they are really warriors when they fight!" This idea spread to the nearby soldiers in an instant, and even more quickly from whispers.

"Hahaha, our warriors have defeated the enemy and returned!" In front, Countess White Orchid, who was wearing chain armor and heraldic robes, saw the clones and others, and immediately came forward with the nobles and knights behind her. Only then did the clone have a chance to catch a glimpse of the female commander-in-chief. In a word, if she didn't speak, she would never think that this was a woman. The long hair was spread behind her back, but it didn't have the luster of an ordinary lady, but instead looked a bit dry. It was the color eroded by wind and frost during marching and fighting.

Chinese character face, bronze skin. Big mouth. Thick eyebrows. Very powerful eyes. If it weren't for the fact that he doesn't have a beard, he would definitely have the demeanor of an old battlefield general with every move he makes. Seeing this, the clone immediately understood why this forty-year-old countess had not been married yet. It was not only that she had not met a suitable spouse, but also her style and honor really made many people look at her. The nobles who were accustomed to the delicate beauty of noble ladies were intimidated.

This is a strong woman. The clone defines it himself. All the people with titles including Bob, the attendant, and Baron Hank immediately got off their horses, took off their helmets, held them to their chests, and knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, fortunately, we are back." Well, thank you for your hard work. Hurry up and find Archbishop Lorne and ask him to arrange manpower to treat you. Then have a good rest tonight."

The Countess immediately bent down and returned the greeting, speaking carelessly. The clone knelt down on one knee. Seeing that Baron Hank next to him was hesitant to speak, he simply stood up and said very respectfully: "Your Majesty, don't you invite us to go to the tent for a sip of wine?" "Hahahahaha , you are very interesting. What is your name?" "Alfred, Flamel. Dear Earl. Please forgive me for being presumptuous, I have exhausted all my water in the fight." The clone said it so boldly , only leaving the nobles such as Baron Hank and Bob next to him stunned. But the count's reaction made them even more unpredictable.

"Okay, come here, boys." The countess waved her hand broadly, and with the clone nodding happily to appease, Baron Hank, Bob and other attendants followed in fearfully. Got into the tent. As soon as the crowd left, the mercenaries and soldiers immediately opened the pot and started talking in disbelief: "My Enos, could it be that Sir Alfred, the knight, has fallen in love with this lioness?" "It's hard to say, he has special taste?" An old mercenary with some sense immediately interrupted and said with a self-proclaimed explanation: "I think this knight master is going to climb a high tree. Noble, what dirty things can't you do? This Alfred is fair and tender, and he may be just right for the earl. Hehe~" As soon as he said this, he immediately received the approval of a large number of people around him.

And just when the clone was about to enter the tent, Paladin, who was hiding in the tent and copying the Bible at the other end of the camp, suddenly put down the quill with one hand. He carefully changed the inkpot, stood up and put on a ceremonial robe, which was the scepter, and put on his hat. He smiled at Kalechi, who was struggling to learn to write and read, and said, "Let's go together. Let's meet another count."

Kalech had just escaped from the chaotic sea of ​​words and looked at Paladin with a confused look on his face. However, Paladin lifted him up by his arm, handed the sword and light armor on the shelf to Kalech and said: "Don't be dazed. Remember the aristocratic etiquette I taught you before. Just don't be frightened when the time comes. Remember that you are the lord of **Ba, Sir **Ba." Kalechi shook his beard on his chin, looking confused. Wearing chain armor, he inserted the scabbard on the table into his belt and asked with a very puzzled look: "Paladin, what are you talking about? What count? What stage fright? You..."

But before he could finish speaking, Paladin suddenly turned around, pointed his chest with the scepter in his hand, and said in a playful tone: "I am here to help you, dear Kalech. The war is coming soon, Either today or tomorrow. You don’t want to have nothing if Torch dies. This is leaving a way out for you.” “Hey, eh, I still don’t understand. Paladin, please explain to me. ." "There is no time to explain, time never waits for others, because he is ruthless." The smile on Paladin's face became more and more weird. When he saw Kalechi dressed, he took his arm and walked out of the tent. In front of Kalec who looked confused behind him, Paladin had an increasingly mysterious smile on his face. It's impossible to guess.

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