After making money, the husband who abandoned me came back

Mr. Smith didn't react for a while, he turned his head with his sword up, and frowned fiercely at Mrs. Monch.

Mrs. Monchi was a little trembling with fright, but she still stood there, and said in a trembling voice, "Say, it's Kolbafruhrburg, here to pick you up. One, a whole team of knights are waiting outside."

At this time, Philemon also reacted.With some doubts, he turned Mrs. Monty's words in his mind again, and realized that it was the lord who defeated Kunsenburg who sent someone to look for him.

This may not sound like a good thing, but for the current Philemon, it is nothing more than a life-saving straw.

In the end, Mr. Smith took pictures of the team of knights mentioned by Mrs. Monch, and stopped.Even after thinking it over, he threw an old coat to Philemon before turning around to meet his guests.

Mrs. Monch smiled at him, and hurriedly followed him out.

Philemon picked up the dress that Mr. Smith threw to him, put it on outside, and waited anxiously.He also vaguely heard the sound of Mr. Smith arguing with others in front of him.

But not long after, Mrs. Monchi trotted over and told him: "Your Excellency asked you to pack your things and go back with the person who picked you up."

After speaking, he smiled happily at him.

From Mrs. Monty's face, Philemon sensed the meaning of the other party's expression.Then he hurriedly dragged his legs and ran to a room next to the kitchen, picked up a bag, and followed Mrs. Mengti out.

When Varun saw Philemon, the first thing he noticed was his somewhat stiff right leg, and then the smell of blood made him frown.

But in the end, he just glanced at Mr. Smith with a sullen face, and sent someone to help Fremont, and left this nightmare that had trapped him and tortured him for ten years.

When Philemon walked out of Smith's house, he saw a group of knights in silver armor outside the door, and a chariot pulled by a nugget behind them.

There were three teenagers about his age sitting on the car board, two of them looked clean and tidy, with reserved smiles on their faces, they were sitting on the side of the car board, and smiled politely at him who was looking over smiled.

But there was another young man who was similar to him, with worn clothes, a haggard look, and a thin figure.

But he was probably the saddest of them all—not only limped, but wounded.

With the support of the soldiers behind him, he climbed into the carriage with difficulty.The skinny boy beside him made room for him and smiled shyly at him.

Philemon nodded to him, but his heart was filled with uneasiness, not knowing what the future of this journey would be.He gritted his teeth and endured the pain in his back, holding on to the railing behind him tightly with one hand to support his body, and sat there without saying a word.

Not long after, the strong brown-haired knight who led him out of Smith's house walked towards him.

The knight has a serious expression on his face, and he is serious, but his face is vicissitudes, which shows that he has experienced a lot.

When he came to Philemon, he stretched out his hand through the railing of the carriage and lifted the clothes on his back. The people around Philemon cried out in surprise when they saw the injury on his back.

Varun frowned and looked at the injury on the boy's back, regretting that he hadn't beaten up that beastly guy before.

Then he sighed in his heart, took out a medicine bottle from his arms, and sprinkled some on the opponent's back.

"Be patient. Go back to Ruhrburg and let the doctors show you." Warren said to him in a rough voice.Seeing that the blood from the wound on his back had almost stopped, he put down the opponent's clothes again, put the medicine back into his pocket, turned around and left.

After such an encounter, the atmosphere around me relaxed a little for some reason.

The boy who had just smiled at him said to him excitedly: "So I'm going to Ruhrburg. My home is in Ruhrburg. I didn't expect to see my parents so soon!"

Philemon looked at him enviously, but didn't know how to answer this sentence.He was not from Ruhrburg, not even from Kolbaff, he was from Fenori, who had been defeated by Ruhrburg.

At this time, a red-haired boy beside him also smiled at them, showing a cute canine tooth: "They are the knights of Ruhrburg. I recognize the badges on them. My brother is a member of the knights." , His name is Smithson, and he is a very powerful knight!"

When Philemon heard the name, his heart trembled subconsciously, but then he comforted himself in his heart, it was just a name somewhat similar to Smith, and it was not worth your fear.

"Smithson Hogg? I know that there have been people with natural abilities in your family, but it seems that there has been no one for three generations." A handsome young man who could even be called delicately dressed suddenly said, "A How powerful can ordinary knights be?"

There was obvious disdain on his face.

It was only at this time that Philemon realized that the four people in the car seemed to be Kolbaugh's people except him.He wondered with some concern whether the knights of Ruhrburg had made a mistake and picked him up too.

At this time, the red-haired boy's face had already darkened, and then he said sarcastically: "It's better than some people selling their ass."

Philemon was taken aback for a moment, but then he saw that handsome young man's face flushed visibly.He stared straight at the red-haired boy with his red eyes, and it even made people feel a kind of horror of choosing someone to eat.

Seeing his expression like this, Philemon had a sudden realization.

But in such a world that can almost be called cannibalism, there is nothing wrong with some people trying their best to survive.

It was Fremont himself. The moment His Excellency Smith wanted to kill him before the Ruhrburg knights arrived, he had thought that if His Excellency Smith could let him go, he would do whatever he wanted.

Seeing the two people in front of them staring at each other viciously, as if they were about to start a fight, Philemon thought for a while but suddenly said, "I'm not from Kolbaugh."

He felt that it was better to clarify this matter first.Otherwise, even if they arrive at Ruhrburg, they will definitely check their identity again. If they feel that he is deliberately deceiving, they don't know how to punish him.

The other three were shocked when they heard the words, and stared at him for a long time. The red-haired boy frowned and asked, "Then where are you from?"

"I'm from Fenori." Philemon struggled to support his hands and shifted his position slightly, allowing his uninjured waist to lean against the railing for strength, so that he could sit more comfortably.

Obviously, the other three people who heard this sentence thought the same as him.But the three teenagers all blinked, but didn't say a word.Even the handsome young man who spoke harshly did not mention reporting this matter to the knight lord.

They all saw the wounds on Fenori's body and knew that for this gentle boy, leaving that foster family was the best thing for him.

"I think—" the shy young man suddenly said, "I heard that Fenori was captured by Ruhrburg. Then Fenoli, like Korbaf, was ruled by Ruhrburg. So you should be the same as us."

Philemon knew that the boy was trying to comfort him, and he hoped things would go as he said.So he smiled at him, and said softly, "Even if you make a mistake, the result won't be worse."

Yes, even if he were mistaken, he could not have ended worse than with Lord Smith.

And judging from the attitude shown by that knight lord just now, he will come to the road he wants to go, and it will probably be better than he imagined.

They picked up three more companions of different ages on the road, and then the whole team began to rush back.

The sacred capital of Kunimia.

Eleanor was sitting in the room of the trial office, holding a grand book and reading about the deeds of saints sealing demons thousands of years ago, when someone pushed the door open.

The red-haired Congreve anxiously said to him as soon as he entered the door: "I have received a message that His Excellency the Pope is looking for someone to resurrect other saints!"

Eleanor was taken aback when he heard the words, then he put down the book in his hand and stood up slowly.A head of silver hair that had been put down just now to relax by reading a book was scattered behind her back, reflecting light in the sunlight.

These days, due to the resurrection of Saint Lancelot, there has been a major reshuffle in the Holy Court.

Originally, the Inquisition under Eleanor had always been a knife in the hands of the Pope and the Cardinals, and it happened to form two balanced forces with the Holy Knights Templar, which was a force of the Holy Tribunal.

But since the resurrection of Saint Lancelot, there has been a huge rift between the Cardinals and the Holy Tribunal.

The Cardinals insist that saints should always serve the Holy Spirit and not participate in worldly affairs.

However, the Tribunal of the Holy Spirit believes that saints should be the beings closest to the Holy Spirit, who can directly express the will of the Holy Spirit.He should come out to guide them, to convey to the people the will of the Holy Spirit.

The Pope originally thought that this saint who had been guarding the Temple of the Holy One should have no interest in worldly things.Unexpectedly, Eleanor Nelson, the presiding judge of the Inquisition who had been very close to him, would stand up at this time. Take orders and whom to question.

At this moment, the Pope and the Cardinals really panicked.Eleanor's ambitions are already on the surface. He wants to get rid of the control of the Pope and the Cardinals, completely control the Inquisition, and no longer obey anyone—or only obey the saints.

On the matter of the Holy Tribunal, it sided with the Cardinals and the Pope.In their eyes, the Inquisition was a knife.And if the knife has its own will, it will most likely be completely out of control.

But then the Knights Templar unexpectedly sided with the Inquisition.These knights, who were too pious and loyal in the entire holy court, expressed their thoughts to people for the first time.

Now the two knives of the holy court are about to lose control.But the people behind them vaguely pointed to Saint Lancelot, who had just been resurrected not long ago.

The Pope didn't know whether Lancelot had done this on purpose, or whether the Inquisition and the Knights Templar were just trying to take this opportunity to completely seize autonomy.

But no matter what, the only surviving saint Lancelot is a problem for the Pope.

So after discussing with a few confidantes, they felt that since one saint can cause such a big reshuffle of power, if there are two saints, they can at least hold a card in their hands—at least they can borrow This controls most of the still pious people in the holy court.

"If there are two saints, who should we take orders from?" Congreve asked blankly.

In the holy court, among those with the same qualifications, the pious are often more powerful.This is the biggest difference between a religious faction and a spellcaster.

This also means that the two armed forces in the Holy Court - the Knights Templar and the Inquisition - actually include the majority of the more devout believers in the Holy Court - which is one reason why they are easily used .

But since the appearance of Lancelot, these pious believers seem to have finally found the direction of their faith. Even the Pope regrets that the brainwashing work is too good, and instead serves as a stepping stone for Saint Lancelot.

But Eleanor, who grew up in a complicated environment, is not as brainless as others.The person he really believes in and worships is Lancelot the Punisher, not any other saints.

He thought for a while, then smiled and looked at Congreve and said, "It depends on whether they can succeed. If it were really that simple, the saints would not be resurrected outside the Holy Court."

But this matter can be big or small, he finally chose to report it to Lancelot.

"Lance? Lance?"

In a daze, Lancelot vaguely heard a familiar voice calling him softly.

He struggled for a long time before finally opening his eyes.

The moment he felt the warm sunlight, he saw a pair of sparkling green eyes.

Seeing him open his eyes, the owner of the eyes showed a bright smile: "Are you awake? Why did you fall asleep during training?"

It was only at this time that Lancelot realized that he was lying on a stretch of grass, and the other party was kneeling beside his head, talking to him with his head bowed.The broken red hair behind her slipped mischievously from the back of her head and gently brushed his forehead.

Looking at the familiar face of the person in front of him, he couldn't help calling softly: "Renata."

Seeing that he finally woke up, the red-haired Renata stood up with a smile, and stretched out her hand to pull Lancelot up from the ground.

Lancelot held her hand with some nostalgia, and then stood up with strength.

Only at this time did he realize that the other party was not wearing the slim and simple training clothes in his impression, but a strange skirt with layers of gauze.

Although the gauze dress looked strange, it seemed familiar.

The other party noticed the puzzled expression on Lancelot's face, but he pinched the hem of the skirt with his hands and turned it around in a circle, and asked him happily, "Is my new skirt good-looking?"

Lancelot looked carefully, but couldn't tell what was interesting, so he just replied, "It's very strange."

Renata rolled her eyes when she heard the words, but her green eyes still shone happily in the sunlight: "Let me tell you, if you talk like this, you will be single for the rest of your life!"

After speaking, he burst out laughing.

Lancelot didn't care about this statement, but just smiled and walked forward with the other party.

But the red-haired girl paused after she finished laughing, then she turned her head to look at him with a smile, and said proudly, "Oh, I forgot. I'm going to marry you! So don't worry, you won't A bachelor."

After hearing this, Lancelot blinked his eyes, but he didn't refuse directly like many years ago, but asked hesitantly, "Why do you want to marry me?"

After asking this sentence, Lancelot suddenly realized that he never seemed to have asked her this way before.So he doesn't know how the other party will answer at all.

Who knew that the girl tilted her head, looked at him for a long time, and then said to him with a smile on her face: "Because you look good!"

The bright smile on his face made the sun dim.

Lancelot was taken aback when he heard the words, but then laughed again.

It really looked like something she would say.

He never knew that he would have such a deep impression on Renata, so deep that he can even clearly describe her thoughts now.

Seeing him smiling happily, the girl in front of her laughed too, and stretched out her hand to push him, saying, "I praised you for looking good, but you're not shy. You've made progress!"

While Lancelot was laughing, he was dazzled by the ugly and disgusting wristband on the opponent's hand.

Really, why do you have to dream about this thing in your dreams?Probably because I've been watching too much lately.

Seeing that the other party was staring at the wristband on her hand, Renata suddenly reached out and took it off and put it on Lancelot's hand.

"Okay, okay, I know you're interested in this, so I'll give it to you." While talking to herself, she pulled Lancelot's hand forcefully and put it on.

Then she happily took Lancelot's hand, smiled at him and said, "This is a token of love for you. Since you accept it, you will be mine from now on!"

Lancelot didn't deny it, he just smiled and looked at the satisfied expression on the girl's face, feeling the slightly cold familiar temperature on his hand.

Those green eyes stared straight at him, and the starlight shone in them, which made him obsessed unconsciously.

Then he was in a trance for a while, and suddenly lay down on the grass again at an unknown time, while Renata spread her legs and knelt on both sides of his body.

Her fiery red hair shone golden for some reason in the sun.She looked down at him, but no longer had the bright smile on her face, but looked at him sadly.

She stretched out her hand and placed it gently on his chest, while looking at him quietly, she whispered: "I'm sorry! I don't want to, but it really hurts too much. I want to live—"

Lancelot lay there stiffly, his limbs were clearly free, but for some reason he couldn't exert any strength at all.

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Yang Yuan wandered in this backward and impoverished world for more than a month, walking through either the wilderness or small villages, where the villagers were even more shabby than him.

With no food, he could only eat wild fruits. He had no strength to restrain a chicken, and he couldn't even catch a rabbit. It was still cold here at night. Yang Yuan, who was dressed as a beggar, wandered in this barren world for more than a month. After suffering from hunger and cold, he could no longer maintain his dignity as a modern man.

Therefore, when he finally came to the first city in this world, he hadn't figured out why the city's walls could be built so magnificently and tall that it was comparable to modern times. ——he was already attracted by the free bread donated by nobles outside the city.

As he thought, the nobles in this world were not as cruel and senseless as the villagers in those small villages said when they were wandering, so he rushed forward in a panic and followed other fellow travelers to loot.

But apparently the local nobles had already prepared for this. Before Yang Yuan got close, he was pushed away by an invisible force and fell heavily to the ground.Before he could react from the pain in his back, he was attracted by the hard bread thrown at him.He immediately picked up the bread in his arms, and started to eat it without thinking.

At this time, he obviously didn't have time to pay attention to the line of heavily armed soldiers standing outside the temporary charity shack outside the city, and there were a few pairs of cold eyes in the room, observing these ragged tramps. . .

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The knights seemed to be in a hurry, Felimon and the others almost ate and slept on the carriage.Two days later, they entered Korbaf.

For the past two days, Fremont and the others have had a very hard time, but they have also been extremely relaxed.They don't have to do anything, just sit in the car and chat.The knights have to feed them three meals a day, and each meal can make them very full.

When Philemon ate his third meal that day, he was so moved that he wanted to cry.

Almost everyone in the car ate cleanly, and he saw the shy boy even secretly licking his plate.

After eating, Philemon thought about it and got out of the carriage, found the knight who gave him medicine, and stammered his identity.

Varen didn't quite understand what the handsome young man said.It wasn't until the other party repeatedly emphasized that he was from Fenori that he suddenly understood.

"Yes, I know you are from Fenori. Of course, yes!" Varen nodded emphatically, twitching the corners of his mouth uncomfortably, trying to make his expression milder.

"My lord means that everyone," Varen stretched out his hand and gestured in a circle, "All the second sons of the nobles who belong to Ruhrburg—as long as your parents are willing, you will all be called back to Ruhrburg. No matter what You originally belonged to Korbaf or Fenori, and now you all belong to Ruhrburg."

Hearing this, Philemon finally breathed a sigh of relief.Although he didn't know what Ruhrburg needed them to do when they were summoned.But things couldn't get any worse for him.

But now, Lord Warren fed them three meals a day, let them sit in the carriage, while the soldiers walked on foot, and even said that he would take him to see a doctor.

Doesn't all of this show the lord's attitude towards them?

When he walked back to the carriage with a relaxed face, the other people in the same carriage saw his expression and understood that there should be nothing wrong.

So when they entered Korbaf on the third day, the teenagers found that the road they were walking on was much flatter and wider than other places, and they chatted easily with the soldiers walking beside them.

"In the past, our road was more difficult than other places." The tall soldier said to them with a smile, "Before the war, His Excellency Yang Yuan had people dig pots and holes in the ground. But after the war , Your Excellency Yang Yuan went to Kunsen Fort, and after he came back, he found someone to start paving the road again."

The soldier blinked at Philemon with a smile after he finished speaking, the hidden meaning in it was self-evident.

Philemon and the people around him also laughed.

They have heard a lot of things about His Excellency Yang Yuan from the soldiers in the past few days.

His Excellency Yang Yuan established many factories in Ruhrburg and saved many people during the famine last winter.Your Excellency Yang Yuan is very smart and can design very powerful wooden mechanisms. It was these mechanisms that wiped out Feinori's army several times the size of Ruhrburg.

Your Excellency Yang Yuan is also the priest of the half-length goddess, who can directly meet the goddess.

"Oh, bust goddess, you know that!"

Yes, of course they all know now.Along the way, the most talked about by the soldiers was of course the half-length goddess.

Although Philemon was dubious, it sounded like the goddess was doing many good things.And her priest Yang Yuan is a smart and powerful person.

But what surprised him the most was the ceremony that the soldiers said not long ago.

It turns out that one person can disperse a plague that has spread to the entire Korbaf—maybe, that is really a god who fell into the mortal world!

And the teenagers are more interested in what this His Excellency Yang Yuan has done - that is simply what they yearn for and want to be - a learned and capable nobleman, while saving others, he also If you can establish your own reputation, you can decide the fate of thousands of people with just a few gestures.

What kind of person should this be?

The teenagers unknowingly imagined the image of this adult in their minds

"You will see him soon, if you are lucky." The soldier said from the side. "In the future, you will work for the lord and His Excellency Yang Yuan, and become the scribes and officials of Ruhrburg. We have captured Fei Nuo Here, the territory is too big for people to manage. The knights have a lot of things to do every day, and they don’t have the energy to manage their territory. So His Excellency Yang Yuan recruited you back to set up a city hall, and you will all be there in the future work, or go to another town hall or something."

Obviously this soldier knew a lot, and he was happy to tell these anxious teenagers.

At this time, the teenagers understood the path they were going to take in the future, and they were pleasantly surprised to find that they were not taken back to be servants.Although they once imagined that they might become knights, but when they thought about the situation at home, they knew that it was a fantasy.

But now, this road is really no better for them.

Go back to Ruhrburg and become a scribe under the lord. If you do well, you may even become a vassal.At that time they will have their own fiefs and territories.This is a road with too bright future that they didn't even dare to think about before.

Philemon could hardly believe his luck.You know, just a few days ago, he was still worrying about eating.

But now, he may be about to become a scribe official—to work directly for the lord.

When they were walking on the road that Kolbaf had just paved, they could still see many people bending over to clean the newly paved road.After they walked over, those people saluted them one after another.

Some people even came over with bread in their hands and presented it to Lord Varun.

"Not all knights will be treated like this. Lord Varun is from the temple. He is a temple knight and is deeply loved by the people." The tall soldier whispered to them proudly.

Philemon didn't quite understand the concept of the Temple Knight.He only knew the Templars, the knights who belonged to the Holy Court.But that has nothing to do with the knight orders of the lords of all parties.

But according to what the soldier said, Master Warren came to greet them at the command of the lord.

Then a temple knight who obeys the orders of the lord sounds a bit incomprehensible.

Of course, Varen didn't accept their bread, but just nodded to them, and gave them a half-length salute immediately.

The woman holding the bread quickly knelt down a little excitedly and kowtowed to him non-stop.Varen paused in embarrassment, and finally pulled the horse rope and left.

The closer he got to Ruhrburg, the more things like this happened. In the end, Varun had to wear a coarse cloth robe on top of his armor with the temple emblem printed on it.

But Fremont and the others were already amazed by the bustling town they saw in front of them.

Except for Philemon, the others have all been to Ruhrburg.

But now this Ruhrburg is completely different from the small town in their impression that has just broken away from the village.There are tall buildings that have been built and are being built everywhere here. The roads are wide enough for several horse-drawn carriages to run side by side. The shops on the street have a wide variety of new and innovative products. The customers come and go constantly, and everyone has a smile on their faces.

The most important thing is that the buildings here, whether they are shops or the houses of ordinary people, are all in the same style, clean and tidy.It seems that they were all made by the same earth magician—but magicians don't build houses for ordinary civilians.

And they obviously attracted a lot of people's attention.There were also many people standing on the side of the road, saluting and greeting them with smiles.

"Good day, scribes, welcome to Ruhrburg." Some gentlemen took off their hats and saluted them.

A few people were sitting on the car, and some were in a hurry to stand up and return the salute, but they were stopped by Warren.

"Dangerous, sit down." Then he turned his head and nodded to the people, and drove his horse back to the front of the convoy.

The teenagers smiled awkwardly at the gentlemen, and could only sit on the car deck and bow in return.

The gentlemen smiled kindly at them, and some even followed the carriage and said to them: "The city hall is right in front. You will probably work there in the future. If there is anything I can do to help I'm busy, please don't hesitate to ask. I'm Ferran Cahill."

The young man hurriedly nodded to him again, and even exchanged his name.

That Mr. Cahill smiled and wrote down their names very seriously, then stood where they were and bowed and waved goodbye to them.

Such respect and enthusiasm warmed Philemon's heart a bit.Scribe official sounds like a noble and respected job.

Varen watched those people get close to the future scribes in various ways, and his face was only indifferent. He walked in front of the convoy indifferently and did not stop them.

The future road depends on them to walk, and those who can stay in Ruhrburg will always be the most loyal and devout believers.

Fenori is much bigger than Kolbaugh, not only has several small towns of decent size, but even a monastery of the Holy Court.

For the Holy See, this is a very remote and unsatisfactory parish.Therefore, there is only one priest Arnold in this monastery, and there is no bishop.

The young Arnold was originally a priest in another relatively large diocese, and he was very lucky to meet the retirement of the bishop of the diocese. He was originally one of the very strong candidates for the bishop.But who knew that another opponent paid a lot of money to buy the bishop of the higher-level diocese, and before the election started, he was transferred from that diocese and transferred to Fenori.

Arnold literally gritted his teeth at that time, watching with his eyes wide open that the bishop's position that he was about to acquire was taken away by others.

And in the few years after he came to Fenori, he tried his best to save his relationship, trying to re-tune himself away from this corner.But to this day, when he spent all his savings, he has not received any definite answer.

This damned poor place, these damned poor people!He came here without earning a single dinar, and went on to spend it all.

In the end, he could only find a way to scrape some oil and water out of this parish, otherwise he might be trapped in this country place for the rest of his life.

But the Saint Nita Monastery where he is now is a monastery that lives on planting, and there are only some old and weak monks in it.Under Edward's hand, they could not own too much land and serfs.This means that it is not easy for the monastery to support them, and there is no way to earn any dinars.

And Edward Finn was a hardliner, and he never got a lick from him.The little nobles under him are also so poor that their belts are tightened to live-there is no comparison with the nobles in the parish before him.

Just when he was at his wit's end, this damned place was going to have a new owner.He originally thought that a poor place, no matter who it was, would still be a poor place.But I didn't expect that the new lord would start to show off as soon as he occupied Fenori.

Building bridges and paving roads, recruiting people to build some kind of city hall, and the most hateful thing is that he even divided the land!Divide land!He even gave away all the land belonging to their monastery!

Arnold couldn't believe that such a thing existed in this world.There are still people who dare to grab the land of the Holy Court?

After the damn knight brought soldiers into their land, he even drove out their monks.

When Arnold heard the news, he almost fainted from anger.Even the mighty Edward had never done such a rude thing.

This damned new lord actually took all the land of their Holy Court monastery forcibly!The robber!

But in the end he could only grit his teeth, ride his old horse, and head to Ruhrburg to find the new lord.

It is not impossible for him to report this matter to the higher parish, but now he is applying for a parish transfer.If he reported the matter, it would mean that he couldn't solve the troubles in the parish alone-it would be a moderate blemish on his resume.And for someone like him who urgently needs to be transferred, the impact can be great or small.

So in order to get out of this damn place as soon as possible, he had to compromise.

But when he took two monks and entered Korbaf along the newly paved road in Ruhrburg, he gradually discovered that this place seemed to be a different place from Fenori.

After entering Korbaf, the road became much wider, and there were patches of——villages on both sides of the road?

Arnold couldn't describe the building complex he saw. It was a stretch of stone buildings facing the same direction. They were basically small buildings with two floors, and the distance between the buildings was not very large.And there are some shops and other different buildings between every few dozen small buildings.

In fact, this is quite rare at Fenori.Such wide roads are often used by the lord's army.Ordinary civilians are absolutely unwilling to appear in the sight of the lord or the army, which means that they will never be willing to approach such a road.

But in Korbaf, there are all such buildings along both sides of the road, and the buildings are full of strong, ruddy untouchables. .

At this time, he was even stopped by a group of untouchables.

A girl with two rough blushes on her cheeks was carrying a large handful of red fruits in her apron. She approached the horse under him and said warmly to him, "My lord priest, it's hot, please enjoy some yogurts." The freshly picked ones have been cleaned and can be eaten now!"

Arnold looked at the rough skin on the other person's face with some distaste, but the yoyo fruit on the apron looked fresh and delicious.

The weather was indeed very hot. Arnold rode for two full days before arriving here, and his mouth was very thirsty.So he hesitated for a while, then bent down slightly reservedly, and took a few fruits from the apron.

The smile on the girl's face is fierce