A team came outside the door, and six knights were wearing steel armor and rode majestic on the brown horse. The horse also had a full set of armor, wrapped from the back to the buttocks with thick cloth armor sewn with iron pieces, which were embroidered with fine blue silk thread on it.
The Church of the Goddess of Truth, Holy Body, Knight of the Patrol Corps.
Behind the knight was a carriage, dragged by four beautiful white mares like milk. The steel body, steel wheels, and silver-carved angels spread their wings on the roof, which was extremely gorgeous. The driver was also a knight, straightening his body and holding the reins, staring at the front with a pair of eyes vigilantly under the armor. The thick curtain covers the car window and blocks the peeping eyes outside.
Somehow, next to the white horse following the car, there was a fully armed brown horse without a knight. It can be seen that the horse was in a low spirit and had tears in his eyes.
The gate slowly rose, the team entered with the dense sound of horse hooves, and the iron wheels hit the stone slabs with a harsh sound. At this time, the old man Kipling was thinking about why the patrol team came to the castle more than half a month in advance, while Fitch despised the incompleteness of the industry without rubber in his heart, and regretted the hearing of the passengers in the car.
The leader's cavalry jumped off the horse's back easily, took off his helmet, and had a handsome face under his blonde hair. Feiqi estimated that his age should be about the same as his, that is, he was twenty-seven or eight years old, but it was obviously much more handsome than himself.
Oh, it should be more handsome than "Feich", so that it is accurate.
"Grey inspector knight, welcome. We didn't receive the message you were coming, which was a surprise!" Old man Kipling walked forward with his cane.
"Gresham Gary, the right inspector, please call me that." The young man and the old man held hands, but their tone was not necessarily enthusiastic. "You will definitely not receive news this time, because I didn't release it at all."
"Oh..." The old man Kipling pulled back his hand: "So this time, is it the same as before, I asked the three young men to pack up?"
"Three? A newcomer isn't you here? Let me see where is it."
What does it mean to let you see? Can't you move your eyeballs yourself? There are only six people in Bingfeng Fortress, and you can't stand it? Is it really blind or pretending to be blind? Feiqi doesn't like this kind of person the most, so he blocked one nostril with his fingers and hummed a booze on the ground.
"Feich Hall, it seems that it is you." Gresham Gary Quasi-Inspector General bypassed the old man Kipling and came straight to Fei. The knights behind him dismounted at the same time, holding the sword in his hand and staring at him, as if cheering him. "I heard that you came to the Ice Peak Fortress, I knew that the goddess' will was great, and rewards and punishments were fair and reasonable."
"I already knew this before I came to the Frozen Fortress."
Ramsden chuckled, and then was secretly pinched by Wumama.
"If you know this, you should be farther away from Princela." Gresham reached out his hand, his steel fingers shaking on both sides of Fitch's cheeks, as if he was about to pinch it down. "What a good person she is!"
Who is Princela? Feiqi rolled his eyes. There were many vacancy in the memory he received, especially the romantic affairs of the prodigal son. It is probably because the old owner of this body didn't want the new residents to know...
"Yes, he's a good person." Feiqi answered perfunctorily while taking a step back. Although he could be resurrected if he died, and those present shouldn't let him be strangled to death, it was not comfortable to watch his hands swaying under his nose.
An angry flame suddenly burst out from Gresham's eyes. Could it be that Feichi said Princera was "very good" to anger him?
Just as anger appeared in his eyes, the holy emblem hanging on the chain on Gresham's chest vibrated. He quickly calmed down, and even a smile appeared on his face. Feiqi was a little confused. Should it be better to vent his anger and vent, or would it be better to change his face like a psychopath?
"Just just now, Kiplin said there were only three people to pack up, including you? Collingwood is a good village, but it's still too young and poor for the son of the Earl."
"I agree with your idea, I prefer the Ice Peak Fortress, so I won't leave this winter."
"Oh, this means that your training is quite hard! It is worthy of being a good boy who makes Count Hall proud." Gresham suddenly changed his tone and became serious and stern: "It seems that the people here pay too much attention to training you and neglect the inspection and alertness of the surrounding areas! I was attacked by griffin beast on the way here! Two knights died, and their bones fell on the cliff and could not be recovered. This is extremely serious dereliction of duty!"
"Assistant inspector, we are very sorry to hear this news, but what about griffins? If there are monsters, we will hunt according to our duties, but we have never raised or owned monsters." Old man Kipling knocked his cane on the ground, and his tone became serious: "Under the goddess's gaze, only truth can stand firmly!"
"I want a reason? That's fine," said Gresham. "The griffin attacking was large but thin, with blood-red eyes still in some kind of anger and sadness. Its attack was not for food, but for venting anger. Its obvious that it either died of spouse or children. Tell me, have you killed griffin recently?"
Old man Kipling breathed slowly, and the teachings of the Goddess of the Truth Thunder prevented him from lying. "Yes, we did kill a griffin two months ago."
"That's a cliff griffin, very vengeful. After you kill one, why don't you look for its nest and wipe out its relatives?"
"Because... when we killed the griffin, the griffin was burned by the flames and there was no way to distinguish its species."
"Now I tell you that it is a cliff griffin, and its threat is getting bigger and bigger. Ice Peak Fortress will destroy this griffin before winter begins and get its head. Oh, let you leave the fortress and go down the mountain to escape the snow with you."
"But, the cliff griffin cannot survive the winter here. It either leaves before it snows or freezes to death on the mountain. There is no need to risk it at this time to clear it."
"Would you like to let me tell the widows of Gunterpi and Knight Ruth? Or their parents and children?" Gresham snorted: "It is an order to eliminate this griffin, and it is your duty to execute this order. Don't worry, there will be no less rewards, and I will issue you a mission statement. You can set off immediately."
The old man Kipling shook his head: "There are few people in the Ice Peak Fortress, and Giles will not be able to come back for half a month. Kelly was injured in his arm and could not fight. There was no man here to hunt griffins."
"That's your idea, and my duty is to give orders based on the inspection. You should feel uncomfortable and hate the griffin. He attacked my people. This is the origin of everything." Gresham hit his chest plate with his fist, licked his lips, and said, "No, I think what you lack is just motivation. Don't worry, I will send someone to wait in Collingwood Town. Only when you receive the head of the cliff griffin, your people can spend the winter there, so it's fair and reasonable, right? Oh, let Master Hall follow and have a long experience. This kind of exercise will be good for him."
Old Kiplin was so popular that the beard above his lips trembled with the breath of his nostrils. He had many reasons that he had not said, but all of these reasons were useless in front of the order. Keeping the safety of the Sunset Mountain Fortress and ensuring the normal life of the surrounding villages so that they could collect enough daily food was something they had to accomplish. The inspector, although he still had the word "correct", was enough to issue an order to eliminate the griffin.
"I will stay here for one night, and I hope to see your people set out tomorrow morning to solve the trouble of that griffin." Gresham made way aside, "Now, let's welcome Bishop Nathaniel together."
"What? Nathaniel?" Kipling was first surprised when she heard the name, but soon was shrouded in sorrow.
The Truth Thunder Church has three main branches, namely the Word, the Holy Body, and the Sacred Heart. The Word is responsible for opening churches, spreading doctrines, and educating the people; the Holy Body manages combat priests and paladins, and is responsible for dealing with managers in various places; the Sacred Heart is responsible for internal supervision and evaluates external events that blaspheme, threaten and harm the church.
Although each part has a different class, and the Bishop of Sacred Heart is far higher than the quasi-inspector, there is no unity between them. The Ice Peak Fortress belongs to the holy body, and the county magistrate is worse than to be in charge.
The car door opened, and a girl jumped out of everyone's expectant eyes. She had green eyes like green grass, her eyes blinked from time to time, her peach-colored mouth pouted slightly, her long pointed ears slanted slightly downward, and her delicate figure couldn't help but feel pity for everyone she saw.
However, she was wearing silver-white women's steel armor, heavy sword on her waist, and a heavy wooden shield and three javelins behind her back. This was not a delicate little girl, she was definitely a serious warrior. And on her unrolled chest armor, the shining Thunder Cross logo was engraved. She was an elf female paladin, absolutely right.
"Master Bishop," she said, "It's time to come, you should have enough sleep, right?"
"Haha..." There was a hint of embarrassment in the laughter, and then a middle-aged man with thick black hair walked out of the car. He was wearing a loose priest robe, and the sapphire symbol on his chest was loose. He carefully touched the ground with pointed soft shoes, and then slowly loosened the handrail of the car door and straightened his waist.
"Brother Kipling, it's been a long time since I saw you. I miss you very much!"
"I want to know more about where you bought your wig, just like it really is."
"Is that so? You are really dizzy. This is my real hair." Bishop Nathaniel shook his head, "I asked the elves to make it for me, pure plant extracts and alchemy, and combined with the magical technique to achieve this effect. Do you want to learn?"
"No, I don't want to learn at all. Unless it can make the griffin we are going to catch come down and die by itself."
Bishop Nathaniel passed through the middle of the two rows of paladins, then rubbed over Gresham, walked steadily to the old man Kipling and hugged him warmly: "Although you are bullied, I can't interfere... But, you must remember that every training represents progress, regardless of body or mind."
The elf girl Paladin secretly stuck out his tongue at Gresham behind the bishop's teacher, his eyes facing the middle, and made a face.
Chapter completed!