The King of Elden does not die alone!

The Knights' officer came in through the door.

Eggard paused for a moment and exhaled: "I hope you can give me some good news, my friend."

"I think it should be considered." The officer saluted. "Several traveling knights have come to your territory, and one of them claims to be the son of Sir Ector."

"Sir Ector?" the knight tried to recall the name from his mind.

He seems to have some impression of this

Britain is not a big country, so the circle of aristocrats is naturally not big either.

Coupled with the long-term occupation of land by the Ansa people, there are not many settlements that can be used as fiefdoms.

Perhaps for commoners who do not understand the nobility, the only nobility they know in their lives are their lords and kings, but for a noble who is well versed in heraldry, it is not impossible to remember the names of all the nobles on this island.

Even if he was a knight, the Egede of this village might have heard of the name before.

However, that's all.

"Let them in."

After the officers left, Kai walked in at the front.

Since the banner reported to the outside world is Ector, then as Ector's eldest son and Altria's nominal brother, he naturally has to stand in the C position when dealing with others.

And Eggard also focused his attention on Kai.

Eggard had some impression of Sir Ector, whose name sounded somewhat similar to his own.

There seemed to be three small kingdoms in Wales, and a knight in one of them, which was separated from here by two countries.

"Greetings to you, Lord Egede." Kai saluted to the other party.

"Come forward, young man." Eggard waved at him.

Kai walked towards him with impeccable posture, looking at Eggard at eye level.

The village knight looked at him carefully.

"I have heard of your father," said the knight. "He was a good warrior. Show me your hand."

Kai held out his hand.

Eggard squeezed Kai's hand, and even without looking, he felt it.

The hand was not actually rough, but it was definitely not the hand of a pampered young master, nor was it the hand of a peasant.

Rather, it is the hands that have been maintained after holding the sword for many years.

The knight pulled Kai closer, his sharp eyes staring at Kai's face.

"..." Kai was a little confused: "Don't you want to see my hand?"

The air was quiet for a moment, and then Eggard suddenly burst into laughter.

"I'm sorry, young man. I didn't mean to doubt you." He said, "But this is not a good time. You came at the right time."

The Ansa are coming soon.

If a guest comes to the door at this time, it is inevitable that people will suspect the possibility of a spy or an assassin.

Knights do observe their virtues, but Ansars do not.

Kai finally realized what was happening.

"No, it's okay. I understand your caution."

"That's all right, boy, if you will only forgive me for not being able to entertain you with the courtesy you would expect of a knight."

"On the contrary, we are not seeking asylum during our travels," Kai said politely. "We hope to be able to provide assistance."

After hearing Kai's answer, Knight Eggard opened his eyes wide in surprise and was about to say something.

Yet his brows were tightly knitted.

It was obvious that he was somewhat conflicted by the suggestion.

The village is naturally very short of manpower. At this time, every additional person means hope.

The knight shook his head and said, "This village appreciates your kindness, but I think it would be best if you leave as soon as possible."

Kai spread his hands in confusion: "But you need help. Any knight with a conscience will not watch the innocent people of this village suffer such a fate!"

"My retainer should have told you about the Ansa people, Knight Kai." Knight Egede picked up a chair from the ground and sat on it.

"Yes," Kai nodded.

"They are coming in a fierce force," Egede said sadly. "I think you have never seen such a scene. This is not an ordinary robbery, but a war."

Egede took a breath and said, "Besides, this is not your battle. Yes, a knight with a conscience will certainly not turn a blind eye to the difficulties of others, but a knight with a conscience will never transfer the disaster to others."

"..." Kai was thinking about how to convince him.

Altria walked in, and then spoke: "I think exactly the opposite of what you think, Lord Eggard."

"Oh?" Knight Egede raised his head and saw the girl: "Who are you?"

"This is my sister," Kay explained.

"My name is Altria, Lord Egede." Altria lifted her skirt not very skillfully.

Without waiting for the other party to say anything, Altria said: "I think the opposite of what you think."

"Hmm..." Eggard nodded and raised a hand towards her, motioning her to continue.

"This is a battle for all of us," Altria said solemnly, "Every step the Ansa take on this island is closely related to all of us Britons."

"Hmm..." The knight drummed his fingers on the table.

"The Ansas are gradually encroaching on our Britons' land because we cannot unite. After King Uther's death, Britannia was divided into a number of small kingdoms fighting each other, which undoubtedly gave them the opportunity to defeat them one by one..."

Knight Egede nodded and said, "Go on, little girl."

Altria paused: "We must reunite, unite as one, and strike back with our own strength."

"You have great ideals," Knight Egede smiled. "If you made this speech in front of the Noble Council or the throne room, I would approve of you, but at the moment, it will not help the situation at all..."

"What I mean!" Artoria said loudly and urgently: "Unity must start from the beginning, Lord Egede. Although I and you are just trainee knights, with neither fiefdoms nor soldiers, I will have them sooner or later. Before that, at least let us do what we can for this island that we all love so much."

"Hmm, hmm..." Knight Egede pondered, and suddenly asked: "How old are you, little girl?"

"Fifteen."

Hearing this answer, the knight stroked his chin and said, "Fifteen years old. Do you know that the law stipulates that if the heir of a territory loses his father, the king will send a minister to serve as a guardian to manage his territory until he reaches the age of twenty."

The subtext of this sentence is.

No matter how you look at it, Altria is too young.

Altria looked at Kai somewhat awkwardly.

"Haha." Knight Egede smiled kindly. He looked at his officer and said, "Do I look like a bad guy who destroyed the little girl's dream?"

The completely undisguised teasing made Altria's cheeks redden: "Lord Eggard!"

"Okay, okay," Eggard stood up and said, "I've understood. If you want to help, then come on. I hope this will add some color to your journey."

A look of joy appeared on Altria's face.

The knight added, "But this is only until the war officially begins. I allow you to join my soldiers, but once you arrive in the city, you must leave as soon as possible. I don't want the son of a noble from another kingdom - who will definitely inherit a fiefdom or something else in the future - to disappear in my king's territory. Do you understand?"

"Thank you, my Lord. I won't ask for anything more."

"Yes." Eggard nodded with satisfaction: "However, I heard that there are several warriors with you. Would you like to introduce them to me?"

"Yes, sir, right away!"

Eggard asked some questions about the identities of the others.

For example, the old saying.

Why do Mia and Altria look alike?

He also complimented Wilden on his height.

As for Merlin, who should have attracted more attention, he concealed his identity.

The person who was announced to the public was just a magician in the same profession.

As for the tasks assigned to several people.

Aged hopes they can take over the original duties of several soldiers.

In this way, those soldiers can join in maintaining law and order and directing the evacuation.

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The old woman who had never left the village in her life was wiping her tears silently, while her daughter-in-law was arguing with her husband because there were too few things they could take away.

The blacksmith gritted his teeth and sealed the old furnace that had been with their family since their ancestors.

The village hooligans took advantage of the chaos and stole the money that the neighbors were about to take away.

Of course, the last one was caught by the guards and thrown into the dungeon.

No one would take him out of the village tonight; he would be left with the Ansa.

Thieves and robbers are the best combination, right?

As night fell, the soldiers took a count.

Most of the villagers were ready.

Knight Egede's prestige among his subjects played a big role.

At least, most people understand that the Knights are doing this for their own good.

Mia lent her carriage to the villagers, and she didn't give up anything for it.

All the things originally placed on the carriage can be stuffed into the storage space.

Just as the Cavaliers expected.

Before midnight, almost everyone had packed up their few belongings.

Under the night sky, the whole village was lit up by torches as bright as day.

Eggard rode a brown horse and was dressed in neat armor - even neater than when he met Altria.

The knight walked up to the gathered people and removed his helmet.

"My people," he called out.

"I know it's a difficult decision. Leaving behind my house, my land, most of my wealth."

He saw someone in the crowd crying quietly.

"It's not just you who lost these. This land also has my house and my wealth. When you left all this behind, I also left all this behind."

"The only ones I have not abandoned are you, my people. I will always be with you."

The knight was in control, pacing back and forth.

"Now, we must survive." Finally, he glanced at his subjects again and put on the bulky and heavy barrel-shaped helmet.

The long, silent procession set off, the officer leading the people in the direction of the city, while the knight remained standing in the square, and he would catch up after everyone had left.

I just hope to stay on this land for a while longer.

The place is now in a mess, with unwanted items scattered everywhere on the street, but people are still arguing.

"Be obedient, Father Lulin!" A young soldier pulled an old widower with gray beard.

The old man held onto the pillar of the woodshed with both hands, and refused to move at all no matter how hard he was pulled.

"Let me go, I won't leave!"

"If you stay here, you will die when the Ansa people come!" The soldier stamped his feet in frustration and cursed.

"Then let me die, my old bones! It happens that I have long sworn to be buried with my wife."

"Stop - making trouble!!!" For a moment, the young and strong soldier was completely unable to do anything to this old man over sixty years old.

"Kum!" Knight Egede shouted to the soldiers.

"Sir, please persuade him." The soldier begged.

The knight looked at the old widower, who was like a child, clinging stubbornly to the pillar of his house.