"Don't stand on ceremony, Knight." Many extended his hand to pull up the knight who was half a head taller than him. "Your bravery in battle is worth it."
Was he being pretentious?
Many didn't think so. From the knight's words, Many could hear the sincerity and seriousness in them. These weren't false pleasantries, but his heartfelt thoughts.
"Thank you very much!
My Lord!
Wail Gner solemnly promises that if you need it, I will do everything in my power! "
Wail solemnly promised and stood up. His right leg no longer felt sluggish, but the mud on his leg made him look battered.
"I think you can walk back to Sith's Court by yourself now." Many took out a dagger from his spatial ring and handed it to Wail with both hands. "May you be invincible in battle, Knight."
This was a knight's etiquette. Exchanging weapons represented an unbreakable friendship.
Many of them had thought of this etiquette that had not been used for a long time. Even though this knight was from the Church of Lambas, no matter which faction he belonged to, most of them felt that this young man with short curly hair was a knight worth befriending. He had an aura that made people unable to raise their guard against him. That was the simple and honest personality that many of them had seen from the simple and honest farmers. Sometimes, this personality would cause people to suffer losses. However, in the long run, it was far more promising than those who schemed and schemed against each other.
"Thank you for your trust!
Many! "
As an orthodox knight who had been a squire to a knight since he was ten, Wail was naturally clear about this etiquette. He immediately raised the dagger in his hand, looked at it, and rubbed it hard on his body in embarrassment. After the blade was polished until it was shiny, he held it up with both hands and exchanged it with Many.
"We shall meet again!"
Many didn't say anything else and turned around to mount his horse. Wail, on the other hand, gripped the dagger that Many gifted him. It was a proud work of Daugen, and even the scabbard was regarded as the pinnacle of dwarven craftsmanship. Although Wail was simple and honest, he understood the value of this weapon very well!
Athena leapt on her horse and swung her horn as if bidding farewell to this simple-minded knight. Wail immediately saluted Many and Athena. Under his gaze, Many nodded and turned to gallop into the distance, gradually disappearing into the dispersing morning mist.
"He should be a noble," Wail muttered to himself.
He didn't know much about the nobles of Saint-Rames. Since he was young, he had heard more about the knight's doctrine and the God of Light's teachings. Most news about this huge country was spread by the merchants from Saint-Rames.
'Nobles' originated from the word 'nobility' in the language of Saint-Rames. Wail's understanding of 'nobility' was very simple. Bishops, army commanders, and the highest leader of the army, 'Adjudicator' Lord Merkel, all called them nobility because they had an admirable spirit.
This Lord riding on a long-horned horse also seemed to have that kind of calm temperament. He didn't ask for anything in return, and this was' nobility 'in Wail's eyes.
* Clang! *
Wail unsheathed the dagger that he was comfortable with. The sunlight coincidentally shone on the surface of the blade, and a beautiful halo immediately curled around the blade.
As a knight, Wail was quite experienced in using a dagger. He held it in his hand and waved it lightly, then made a few slashing motions. His eyes widened in amazement.
"God of Light above, who is he?"
The center of gravity of the Holy Knight's dagger was moderate, and there was no sense of sluggishness when he waved it. It was many times better than the standard dagger used by his army!
Wail held the dagger horizontally in front of his chest and carefully looked at the blade. He discovered that it wasn't a normal blade that reflected light like a mirror. Instead, it had a faint cyan color, and there were countless layers of even carbon cloud patterns on it. This was the result of Daugen forging countless times. These cloud patterns represented that this dagger was far harder than ordinary iron!
Wail also had the temperament of a child. He forgot that he was going back to Sith Court. Looking around, he saw the corpse of a zombie. He immediately jogged over, tore off the leather armor, and threw it into the air!
* Ka ka! *
Wail fiercely waved the dagger in his hand, and in the blink of an eye, he slashed horizontally and vertically!
Wail, who was skilled in martial arts, moved smoothly. The moment the dagger slashed out, his expression was firm and serious, completely different from his usual self.
* Clatter. *
Four pieces of leather armor fell to the ground. Wail carefully looked at the dagger in his hand. It was still as sharp as ever. He sheathed the dagger and looked at the pieces. There wasn't a single hair on the cut!
Wail solemnly fastened the scabbard to the belt around his waist. He turned his head to look in the direction that was already far away. Then, he stood silently for a while. No one knew what he was thinking, but he walked towards the Sistine Chapel.
* * *
"Stu Myers Bodinar, welcome to the Empire of Saint Reims."
Stu was wearing a gorgeous armor, and at the entrance of Pajal Palace, he respectfully greeted the 'Adjudicator', Merkel, who had just alighted from the carriage.
His Royal Highness' armor was made by the elves. Needless to say, there was no need to mention the magnificence of the armor. From the flower feathers on the shoulder to the pattern of the Holy Lance Empire's royal family's emblem on the chest, everything about it spoke volumes about the value of this armor.
There was a sense of solemnity in the heavy red cloak, which made the prince, who was holding his chest with one hand, look especially elegant.
"May the Holy Light shine on you, Your Highness Stu. The Vatican of Lembas will always be a friend of the Empire of Saint Reims, right?"
Merkel was also wearing a gorgeous robe that was only worn on diplomatic occasions, and he responded to Stu in an official tone, "Merkel Anderson, from the Inquisition of Lembas."
The two introduced each other, and then Count Garr also greeted Merkel. Obviously, when the prince was around, he wisely played a supporting role. He did not say much and pushed the spotlight to Stu. He walked to the side and did not say a word.
The Lembas army was directly welcomed into Pajal Palace by Count Garr, and they were given the best military supplies. This made the army, who had experienced the poverty of Oditore, feel refreshed. Facing the enthusiastic attendants, their impression of Klimt's territory skyrocketed.
After a warm banquet, Merkel and the prince reached an agreement on the following matters. The Lembas army would stay in Sith Palace, while Merkel and the prince would bypass the Korim Forest and go to Sirius to have a face-to-face meeting with the Empire's ruler, Emperor Charnak. After all, this expedition was decided by Pope Ramiel IV and the monarch after a discussion.
The army would stay here because the threat of the undead had not been completely eliminated, and the Lembas army was extremely lethal against the undead because of the large number of Light Priests. At the same time, the 'Adjudicator' Merkel would bring along a thousand of her cavalry as escorts on the way to Sirius. Although they had bypassed the Korim Forest to avoid risks, Merkel was obviously very cautious about the undead army. Even if she was a grade 10 powerhouse, she still had to be careful.
Prince Stu did not have any objections to this, and he also said that he would lead the two thousand Royal Guards to Sirius.
Everything seemed to have entered a period of peace and tranquility.