A strange world

Chapter 267 Chapter 120. The Holy Grail Knight arrives at the border

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the farmers lay down among the hills, the knights held their chests and knelt on both sides of the road, and the nobles and rich people stood in the center to welcome the knights coming from afar.

There is also the fifteenth Holy Grail Knight, Clayber Frankel Perkins.

The knights were so excited that they looked at the hybrid dragon horseback exuding an aura of power and faith, like the immortal legendary Holy Grail Knight.

Their ancestors grew up listening to the legend of the Knight of the Holy Grail, their fathers listened, they listened, and their descendants in the future will too.

"Lord Perkins." The lord of the Wave Collar, Batov Raymond in a robe, greeted him respectfully. "When the rat people learned of your arrival, they withdrew from the border in fear. I have prepared a plan for the soldiers in the castle. A grand welcome banquet.”

"You don't have to be so polite, Bartov, your father was once my subordinate."

Clad in Todd's armor and sitting on the back of a hybrid dragon, Clayber Frankel Perkins looked like a dwarf giant and signaled the Chief Mage to take off for investigation.

Bartov Raymond said movedly: "My father often mentioned his life in the Knights during his lifetime."

"He died? When?"

"It's been several years since I fell off the back of a lizard beast when I was young, leaving me with stubborn illnesses..."

The chief mage fell back to the ground: "The Wave Territory has not been invaded. The plague is blocked by the border wall. There are tens of thousands of ratmen over there."

"That's not all! I saw that the rat people have at least one city-state's population! They are pretending!"

"Don't worry, Bartov, that's why we're here." The Holy Grail Knight tilted his head and told the knights, "Spare half of the rat-killers. I want not to see a single rat-man on the city wall before nightfall."

The silent knights divided into half in an orderly manner, kicked up dust and rushed towards the border wall.

Kleiber Frankel Perkins took off his dark gold visor, revealing a resolute face under his graying brown hair.

"I still remember that time Raymond bravely jumped on the back of the lizard beast to protect his companions who were about to be trampled... He was good." The Holy Grail Knight remembered him fondly.

The ceremonial team opened the way, and the Holy Grail Knight followed Lord Bartov to the distant castle. The nobles and rich people couldn't wait to follow, then the knights who longed for the Holy Grail, and finally, the farmers raised their heads from the soil.

In the castle banquet hall, magic lamps and candlesticks make the hall look like daylight. The Knight of the Holy Grail is sitting in the main seat, with Lord Bartov next to him, then the chief mage, the captain of the knights, and finally the nobles, rich people and young and promising people. knight. The maids carried silver plates and placed them on the long table, their eyes lingering on the burly bodies of the knights.

The rare and sumptuous dishes are no different from those in the royal capital. The wine glasses are clinking, the aroma of meat is flowing, and the atmosphere becomes warm.

Kleb Frankl Perkins fits every description of the legendary Knight of the Holy Grail: steadfast, loyal, approachable, and with a sense of humor.

After receiving the instruction, the genius knight of the Wave Collar asked him excitedly: "How can I become a Holy Grail Knight?"

"Give it a guess?"

"Uh... abide by the creed, be loyal to the royal family, protect the human race, and have pious beliefs..." After finishing speaking, the young knight saw the encouragement of the Holy Grail Knight and continued: "Burn ratmen, demons, and vampires with angry flames, and keep exercising. …”

"And a little bit of charm and luck."

Kleb Frankl Perkins grinned: "Originally, only one of Lowell and I would become the Knight of the Holy Grail. He is better and stronger than me, but Lowell is too ugly, and his temper As bad as his appearance was, he was kicked out by the priest."

Only the uneducated rich are laughing - they don't know Lowell was a legendary warrior.

As they drank and drank, the sound of metal clattering came from outside the corridor. The knight whose armor was stained with blood came to the banquet hall carrying a ball of dirty fur.

"Sir, we drove away the ratmen outside the city wall and captured a ratman priest."

The putrid smell of the rat men washed away the fragrance in the banquet hall, and no one dared to frown.

The group of rat priests who were still cursing sharply saw Perkins and screamed: "You actually let the Holy Grail Knight come because of us!"

Perkins held the wine glass: "Rat man thing, stop your ridiculous schemes. I have seen all the schemes of Stun Rat... You should have an elder hiding behind? I thought you went north to find you. The little horned rat seems to want to lead the clan?"

Perkins, who had been dealing with the ratmen for hundreds of years, had no intention of letting the ratman priest speak. He asked the knight to imprison it: "It can help us silence the mouths of those nobles."

The knights exited the banquet hall, and Lord Bartov praised the knights for their bravery.

"The Violet Kingdom can't even defeat these things?" the chief mage scolded arrogantly.

"The border soldiers next door can't even hold up their swords. It's normal for them to run away when they see rat men." Lord Bartov said with disdain.

The dinner lasted until late at night. Perkins picked up his warhammer and asked the nobles who were already tired but were forced to accompany him to rest. He said to the young knights: "Let's go to the border for a walk. Boys, follow us if you want!"

Lord Bartov showed surprise and hesitation: "Is this okay, Lord Knight of the Holy Grail?"

"This is what the Eighth Holy Grail Knight taught me. 'We are walls and teachers. We must protect them and teach them.'" Perkins imitated the old voice of the Holy Grail Knight: "I'm not as good as him. He likes to be nosy, but it doesn’t matter if you let these little guys follow you.”

The Holy Grail Knight led the excited young people out of the castle and passed through the sleeping village.

The village was unexpectedly quiet without any barking dogs.

"Your arrival allows the villagers to finally have a good night's sleep." Lord Bartov, who followed, said.

Stepping onto the barren farmland, he added that because of fear of being contaminated by the plague, the wheat fields had been harvested in advance and handed over to the logistics officer of the Knights.

Continuing forward, the team suddenly saw a dying old man lying on the edge of a field.

"Master Knight..."

With a withered hand reaching out to the Holy Grail Knight, Lord Bartov exclaimed: "Where are you beggars? Get away!"

Perkins said nothing and looked at the chief mage.

"He is hopeless," the mage said.

Perkins squatted next to the old man, like a dark golden city wall, listening to the last words of the old man with squirming lips:

"Escape quickly..."

Cloudy eyes lose their luster.

Perkins held the warhammer tightly, stood up and said to his chief mage: "I suddenly have a bad feeling..."

As the chief mage of the epic released the advanced prophecy technique, star-like light spots sprinkled around: "No conspiracy or danger was found."

"No...call everyone!"