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Trample! Trample! Trample!

The hooves roared like thunder, and Rhodes looked at the rapidly receding scenery around him.

His eyes were filled with surprise.

The speed was almost over 100 kilometers per hour, right?

Is this the speed a horse can run at?

If he remembered correctly, the fastest speed record for a horse in the world was only about 70 kilometers per hour.

And now, his dark night warhorse, with full armor and a person on board, has reached a speed of 100 kilometers per hour.

It's about to take off.

He rode on the warhorse and ran wildly for more than ten minutes without slowing down at all.

Rhodes looked at the dark night warhorse under him with a little surprise.

If it were an ordinary warhorse, it would start to get tired even if it could hold on after running so fast for more than ten minutes.

But this guy seemed to have no idea what fatigue was.

Such strong endurance and explosive power.

It would be a miracle if he said he didn't have any special bloodline.

Even Red Hare is not so awesome.

"There is a town ahead, let's go take a look."

Rhode pulled the reins lightly, and the warhorse slowed down instantly.

Ten minutes later, a village of considerable size came into view.

Rhode rode slowly into the town.

As he passed by, the surrounding civilians all looked at Rhode on horseback with awe.

This outfit must be either a knight or a noble. He was not a big shot that ordinary people could offend.

"Hurry and check the hotel. A big shot has come there."

"Very generous!"

"real or fake?"

"Of course it’s true. I saw with my own eyes that he took out a bag of gold coins and paid for everything with gold coins."

Rhodes, who was about to find a place to rest, heard the discussion of the civilians around him and showed curiosity on his face.

A bag of gold coins?

Buying things with gold coins?

In such a small place, there are such awesome people?

Not to mention the backward medieval era, even in modern times, gold is an extremely precious and rare precious metal.

It is worth a lot of money.

In this world, the value of gold is even higher.

An ordinary serf, working hard for a whole year, only earns a few gold pounds.

Note that it is gold pounds, not gold coins.

A standard gold pound will add a little gold to increase the value of the gold pound.

And the value of a gold coin is at least comparable to a dozen gold pounds.

It is enough to buy a group of ordinary horses, or two cows.

Just one gold coin is enough to buy things.

Not to mention ordinary people, even nobles don't have such luxury.

Follow the crowd to an inn.

Riding on horseback, Rhodes looked through the crowd into the inn.

A wooden table was surrounded by a dense crowd.

Next to the wooden table, a drunk young man generously waved gold coins.

"I have plenty of gold coins. Take out all the best things you have here!"

Rhode frowned slightly.

He was wearing ordinary civilian clothes and didn't seem to have any noble manners.

A guy like this could easily take out a bunch of gold coins. Even a fool could see that there was something wrong.

Tap, tap, tap!

He pulled the reins and rode forward.

"It's Sir Knight!"

""Hurry up and salute, you idiot, do you want to die?"

The civilians gathered outside the inn looked at the approaching warhorse and the oppressive figure on the warhorse. They scattered in panic, knelt down and saluted.

In this era of clear class distinction, civilians must salute when they meet a noble, even a knight. If they offend a knight or a noble because of etiquette, they deserve to be punished.

With the blessing of the knight's identity, the crowd quickly dispersed to make a passage.

Rhodes calmly rode his horse to the back of the young man.

"What's wrong? Why don't you continue?"

The drunken young man looked at the music and dance that suddenly stopped, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

He looked up and found that the hotel owner and the dancers in front of him all took off their hats and bowed to him.

Bow?

Eric's drunkenness was instantly sobered up.

He was an ordinary civilian, how could he let others bow to him?

Even if he was rich, it would be the same.

"There's someone behind me, right?"

Eric forced a smile and slowly turned around to look behind him.

A huge shadow loomed over him, and a pair of dark and fierce eyes met his.

On the back of a tall horse covered in armor, a young man with outstanding temperament was looking at him with interest.

"What's your name?"

Rhodes leaned forward slowly, his eyes looking down at him with an oppressive aura.

"Eric!"

Eric swallowed his saliva, his eyes filled with fear.

"Can't you bow your head, Eric?"

Rhodes smiled slightly.

Although he was not a real knight, who would know?

""Forgive my offense, Sir Knight!"

Eric bowed with a look of fear on his face.

Looking at the nervous young man, Rhode narrowed his eyes slightly.

Obviously, this was an ordinary civilian.

However, where did a civilian get so many gold coins?

""Sir Knight, can I leave now?"

Eric, who had completely sobered up, looked a little nervous when he thought of the scene of him waving gold coins just now.

He regretted why he was so high-profile.

With so many gold coins, even a noble would be tempted.

If this knight wanted to snatch the gold coins from his hand, would he have a chance to resist?

Just thinking about it made him feel desperate.