Chapter 46, Lawn-Leo-Cornwall

Hearing this name, Ryan's eyes flashed, and the two reached out to hold hands. Ryan suddenly smiled freely: "So, we are all lions?"

"Hahahaha! If it were someone else, I would definitely not admit it, but I have heard of your name. You can defeat the doomsday bull. I can see that you are also an excellent knight. What's the problem if I call you a lion together?" Lao En laughed loudly. In his name, Leo means "Lion", and Ryan's name also means "Lion". The difference in pronunciation is purely due to the difference in language. Brittany The sub-aristocratic language was born out of the High Gothic language of the empire, and it is basically similar in general.

"Hahahaha~uh~" Ryan was about to continue laughing when he felt blood flowing down his nasal cavity again, knowing that he had irritated his lungs because of laughing, so he quickly took out a handkerchief and wiped it off: "I'm so ashamed, I hurt you It's a bit heavy, you know, in order to cover the retreat of my companions, I chose to face this beast alone, and spent a lot of effort."

Lawn led the horse and sat down, he tied the horse aside, and then sat in front of the fire to warm up: "I know, I met your friends, they were besieged by a group of beastmen at that time, and the situation was critical. "

"Then are they all right?" Ryan was a little nervous, but he looked at Lawn's calm look through the firelight, and he was determined. The big bag full of heads said everything.

"Of course, I am a lady's knight. In the face of danger, there is no reason for me not to help." Lawen nodded, and he was not very polite. He took out the bowl and spoon and ate Ryan's stew.

That was a big mouthful in the true sense. Seeing the bubbling hot soup being directly swallowed by Lawn, Ryan felt warm in his heart. Although Lawn was using silver tableware, he had no doubt that Ryan would swallow it. From this point of view, his character is indeed as noble as his behavior.

Ryan also served a large bowl. The Scarville Mountain was full of stars at night, and there was no moonlight. The two of them enjoyed a delicious meal consisting of stewed soup, ham, baked potatoes and bread by the light of the fire and the stars.

By the way, Lawn's elf steed and the two knights ate the same thing.

Ryan was not surprised by this. For the knight kingdom of Britannia, the elf war horse itself is a more important and more precious resource than humans, and the number is very rare. Living in a stable is not a disgrace, but a supreme honor like the glory of the ancestors.

For some reason, the two "lions" Lawn and Ryan not only did not repel each other, but hit it off. Seeing this, Lawn took out a bottle of red wine from the wooden box behind him: "Would you like a glass? Made in Wenford Winery."

The Duchy of Winford, Brittany, the home of fine wine and olive oil, is world-renowned.

"Why not?" Ryan also took out the mug.

"Hahaha~ Interesting, it's rare to see a bold knight like Ryan now." Lawn filled up the red wine, and the red wine showed the color of blood under the light of the fire and stars: "Come on, Cheers! For the lady!"

"Uh..." Ryan took the wine glass, considered it in his heart, and raised his glass: "For the white wolf Urick!"

The two cups collided, and the water splashed.

Hearing Ryan reciting the name of the white wolf Urik, Lawn frowned indiscriminately, his expression fell into Ryan's eyes, Ryan thought that the believers of the fairies in the lake were actually not very good at dealing with the believers of Urick, The followers of Urik feel that the knights of the Fairy of the Lake have too many rules and are too deeply involved in politics, while the knights of the Fairy of the Lake think that the knights of Urik are too brainless and a bunch of fools.

As for why there is no hostility, it is because chaos is their common enemy.

Sure enough, the bright red wine slid down his throat, and Lawn said: "The first time I saw you, I knew that you must be the 'Sledgehammer' Ryan of the Nord Kingdom.

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"Oh? I would like to hear more about it~" Ryan also became interested. What does this noble mission knight want to say?

"In his twenties, with black hair and blue eyes, he has the ability to kill the doomsday bull alone. Besides you, is there anyone else in Nord?" Lawn stuffed the boiled bread into his mouth, marveling: "If it wasn't for Julius Si talks about you all day long, and I didn't know there was a character like you in Nord."

It is true that Nord has not produced any talents since the founding of the country.

"Ha~ I don't know what Yuli said to you, but if you think about it, it has something to do with the duel, right?" Ryan said helplessly, and Lawn nodded with a smile.

Julius Antley, the eldest son of the Duke of Winford of Brittany, the first person in the younger generation of the Knight Kingdom, entered the barracks as a knight-errant at the age of fourteen, and at the age of eighteen because of his numerous military exploits A knight of the kingdom.

He was about the same age as Ryan, and Ryan knew him because he was an out-and-out martial idiot. After meeting under the intermediary of his godfather, the two young men had a duel. In the horse battle, Ryan was used by him to ride The gun fell off the horse and lost, and the result of the foot battle was that Ryan defeated the long sword in his hand and won.

This battle made Julius agree with Ryan's strength, and the two agreed to fight again next time.

Of course, what Ryan remembers is not that Julius is very strong, but...he has a very beautiful sister, but he definitely can't say this kind of thought.

"Yes, what I saw today really deserves its reputation, so... what are you going to do with this beast's head?" Lawen nodded and smiled, expressing his goodwill and a little bit of doubt: "Dedicated to the white wolf Lord?"

"This is the oracle of the Lord of the White Wolf. Of course I want to dedicate the head of this beast to him." Ryan pretended to be very young and innocent, wanting to see what Lawn wanted to say: "Since it is the god of my lord As a White Wolf Knight, of course I will try my best to complete it."

There was a flash of light in Lawn's eyes, and he thought there was a door, so he continued: "Then...after completing the mission of the Lord of the White Wolf, it is natural to send the head to the White Wolf Church for delivery?"

"Of course." Ryan nodded of course.

"What about after that? Since you eliminated a terrifying doomsday bull for the Lord of the White Wolf, the reward must be very rich." Lawn pretended to ask casually.

"Well~ well, I don't know what reward I will be rewarded." Ryan thought that the real thing was coming.

"Is that so? Then according to normal procedures, what will the White Wolf Lord reward his White Wolf Knight?" Lawn drank a glass of red wine, and the mission knight had thick eyebrows and big eyes. A thick accent, as if talking with a voice.

This is the characteristic of the great nobles of the knight kingdom, just like the great nobles of the empire.

"It's usually filed. The pastor of the church will file the matter and pass it on to the Archbishop of White Wolf City. His Excellency, Archbishop Maras, will choose the opportunity to communicate with our Lord, and then wait until the holy scriptures festival. When giving an edict, reward them, and give them gifts." This kind of thing is not a secret, in fact, most churches do this, so Ryan opened his mouth and said: "As for the gifts, most of them are wolf heads or fangs."

"After I killed a Cyclops, I was given this plate armor in the lady's temple." Lawn raised his hand slightly, showing his plate armor in front of Ryan.

Under the night sky, relying on starlight and firelight, Ryan could only take a closer look at it. Indeed, the surface of this plate armor was radiant, and even in such bad weather, there was no stain at all. The powerful divine power of the fairies in Wenyou Lake is flowing, and the beautiful patterns keep flashing moving halos even in the dark night.

Obviously, this is not a mortal thing, this is a plate armor enchanted by the fairy of the lake herself, or at least her chosen one.

"...It's really not ordinary." Ryan nodded, enchanted armor is rare, let alone him, even the lords of Nord, having an enchanted weapon is already a blessing from the gods.

But what about the eldest son of the Duke of Connect of the Kingdom of Brittania?

His whole body is enchanted.

"It's not as you imagined. None of my equipment is inherited from my family." There was still a smile in Lawn's eyes, but the corners of his mouth had returned to normal. He seemed to see Ryan wanted to say something, so he explained: "It's all a gift from the lady."

Oh? ! Ryan is now refreshed.

What gift can one get without merit? So the implication of Lawn's words is: this full set of enchanted weapons and equipment was all made out of his corpse mountain and blood sea, and "exchanged" from the fairy in the lake.

This cannot but move Ryan.

In these years in Nord and as a white wolf knight, Ryan has some experience.

Urik, the white wolf god of war, is not a generous god, or rather, he is an indifferent god.

Ulric is a cold, heartless and vengeful god. He wants his followers to rely on their own strength to be self-reliant. Show their loyalty to Ulric with their valor on the battlefield. Compared with those gods of civilization, Ulric is savage and ferocious. He is ferocious and independent, the embodiment of strength, glory and courage. And in fact he wants nothing more from his followers than strength, honor, and courage.

Ulric admires courage, bravery, ruthlessness, and despises cowardice, cowardice, and intrigue.

However, Ulric is quite indifferent to its believers. Compared with the God of Justice who is happy to answer the prayers of believers or the fairy in the lake who often performs miracles, any ordinary believer or villager who prays to Ulric will only have can get silence in response.

So what about your own church pastor, or your own White Wolf Knight?

Not to mention generous.

For those of his own... Well, he can be regarded as a loyal believer, in fact, it is difficult to talk about "generosity". If nothing else, take the matter of Ryan as an example. How, Ryan did not help when facing such a powerful enemy, especially after the doomsday bull fully evolved into a four-armed bull demon. According to normal circumstances, under the oracle of the gods, an irresistible enemy appeared, and the gods It is only natural to lend a helping hand.

But the fact is that Ryan didn't ask for help, and Urick didn't help.

The reason why Ryan didn't ask for help was because he knew Urick, the White Wolf God of War, not only wouldn't help him, but would also laugh at his weakness.

So why humiliate yourself?

If Ryan is just a "simple-minded local", then he regards Ulrich as a god, sacred and inviolable, and it is normal for him to go all out if he has an oracle to give him his life.

But Ryan is not. As the son of that person, Ryan has his own beliefs and pride.

And even though he often ridicules his father, deep down, he still appreciates and admires his father. He has always been the mission entrusted to him by his father as his ultimate goal.

Urik? superficial belief.

So after what Lawn said, Ryan really murmured in his heart.

Thinking about it, the expression on his face naturally changed. Seeing this, Lawn raised his goatee slightly and stopped talking.

The two of them paused for a while, each tasting wine, and did not speak any more.

Observing Ryan's expression through the red wine in the wine glass, Lawn's mind was also turning.

As the eldest son of the Duke of Connett in Brittany, Lawn Leo Cornwall received an extremely complete and excellent education since he was a child. Whether it is culture, military or politics, he is regarded as the Duke's first son. The first heir to train, and he is not popular with everyone. He is thirty-seven years old this year, and he has already embarked on the road to the Holy Grail.

Just now, the avatar of the lady appeared in front of him, giving him tips.

Ladies need the allegiance of the man in front of them!

If it was someone else, maybe Lawn would still feel a little strange, but if the target was the "Sledgehammer" Ryan, a well-known hero in the Nord Kingdom, who was born in a noble family, and his appearance and strength passed the test, Lawn didn't think there was anything strange about it. He knows the strength of Julius. If he can fight Julius and kill the Doomsday Bull independently, he is naturally qualified to serve the great lady.

A lowly farmer is not worthy of a lady, but a good knight should of course serve and be loyal to a lady, isn't it?

So... There is only harm when there is comparison, right?

Ryan was not clear about Lawn's thoughts, but the mission knight's words did enter Ryan's heart. The young white wolf knight was already anxious about his slow progress, and Lawn "inadvertently" said In the words that came out, a thought turned in his mind: Maybe Urik really isn't the best choice.

He chooses to believe in Urick, firstly because his adoptive father Norman is a loyal believer of Urick, and his profession is White Wolf Knight, and secondly because Urick is extremely firm in his attitude against Chaos God.

This is because Ulric's believers are almost all located in the northern part of the empire and the Nord Kingdom. Every time the Chaos army goes south, the first ones to be destroyed are Ulric's believers. This is of course unacceptable to Ulric, so he must Fight to the death against chaos, because the belief of believers is the basis for the existence of gods. Without believers, gods will gradually lose their power until they fall and perish.

There is another reason, the blood god Khorne among the four evil gods of chaos is the representative of hatred and war, the god of war, and what about Yurik? He is the representative of midwinter and war, as well as the God of War, and between these two gods, only one is destined to remain.

So stop talking nonsense, let's fight, never die.

However, the fairy in the lake is also a god who can never die with chaos!

And for Ryan, believing in anything is just a cover. In his bones, he has always believed that gods and believers are just the relationship between using and being used. Believers dedicate their faith and strength to the gods, and the gods protect the believers. Divine grace.

What he truly believed in was the cold golden light that sent him to this world.