Chapter 28: The Holy Scriptures
"Sir Lundex..." The knight at the town gate looked up at Pegiraov, his tone sowhat complex.
"Knight Wolf." Pegiraov nodded slightly, looking down at the other.
"My people should have told you that you could quietly wait at ho, and after everything is over, I will give you the reward you deserve."
"Thank you for preserving the last bit of dignity for us knights who have lost our honor, but there are no suitable children in my family, so I have co to lead your horse," Wolf said.
In the families of other knights, there were still decent children who served as knight’s squires, though they had already reached the standard of knights.
Therefore, today they would co forward to ensure the road from the town gate to the lord's fortress was unobstructed.
In return, these individuals were chosen to inherit their knightly titles.
As for themselves, they had already chosen to follow their final honor at ho this morning.
They were already old; even though they had recently beco knights, they had no future.
Wolf also hoped to preserve his last honor as a knight; however, his family currently had no one to inherit the knightly title, so he could only co personally under the pleading gazes of his family.
"I see. If you wish, Knight Wolf, you can return now. I can swear in the na of the Lundex Family to reserve a knight's title for your family," Pegiraov nodded and said.
"No, since I have already co, I will not choose to avoid it, even if it ans pointing my sword at my lord and becoming a traitorous knight," Wolf said.
"In that case, please lead my horse and escort to the gate of Elbert Fortress." Pegiraov did not continue to advise.
Once a knight made a decision, he would not easily regret it.
"..."
Wolf bowed slightly and looked at Aivas in the white robe.
"..."
Aivas, sowhat displeased, handed him the reins.
...
"Hoo..." Corleon rubbed his sowhat dry eyes.
He had finished compiling the first part of the Holy Scriptures; the total volu was not large, including the preface, only thirteen thousand seven hundred and twenty-five words.
After cutting and packaging, it would be officially completed.
However, he planned to rest for a while, go outside to take a look, and relax his eyes.
The lighting in the church's back room relied only on two small holes, which was too dim.
Upon exiting the church, he saw George with a solemn expression and Borien with an excited face.
The two were looking toward York Town.
"Monk George, Mr. Borien," Corleon greeted.
"Priest Corleon," George turned and responded.
"Oh, Priest Corleon, you ca just in ti. Look over there," Borien pointed toward York Town.
"What's the matter?" Corleon walked over curiously and looked in the direction Borien pointed.
The distance was too far; even with the Commandnts enhancing his physique, Corleon could only see two horses and a few people, but one person's robe was quite conspicuous...
"It's Sir Lundex; he has entered York Town," Borien said excitedly.
Borien and George had strong physiques, and their eyesight was much better than Corleon's, allowing them to see more information.
"Is he alone?" Corleon was sowhat surprised.
"No, there's also a groom and a knight leading the horse," Borien said.
"What is he doing in York Town?" Corleon asked.
"Of course, it's war. The Lundex Family will replace the Elbert Family," Borien said, nudging Corleon with his shoulder. "Priest, don't pretend. When Sir Lundex left last ti, he stayed in the church for a long ti."
"For us small families, he only sent people to visit, but you had a face-to-face conversation with Sir Lundex."
"You're going to make it, Priest Corleon. Of course, don't forget , Borien, when you do."
Borien said, bumping Corleon a few tis.
"...But isn't it a bit too dangerous for the three of them to go to York Town like this?" Since Borien had said so much, Corleon simply acquiesced.
"No, no, no, how could it be just three people?" Borien shook his head.
"Sir Lundex has already gained the support of three-quarters of the families in York Territory; the remaining families are all neutral."
"Today, all the guards in York Territory have been ordered by their officers to stay in the guardhouses, and the lord's elite warriors have also chosen to pledge allegiance to Sir Lundex."
"Except for the personal guards in the lord's castle, the entire York Territory is filled with warriors loyal to the Lundex Family, so how can you say it's just three people?"
Borien counted on his fingers the factors that could influence this 'war'.
"What about those knights?" Corleon asked.
Knights were different from soldiers and guards; they swore allegiance to the lord.
"As for them, except for that bastard Zorn, the other knights might all be dead by now." While cursing Knight Zorn, Borien's voice also carried so lant.
"Now, the knight beside Sir Lundex defeated three fully ard knights without wearing armor or using weapons, relying solely on his fists."
He was no longer a knight and was not qualified to witness that duel; he had only heard about it.
But he could understand the pain of these knights, having to choose between the honor of a knight and the future of their family.
"By the way, Sir Lundex is no longer a lord; the Grand Duke's appointnt has already been issued. Now, Sir Lundex is a viscount. Don't address him incorrectly when you see him next ti," Borien added.
Although the Grand Duke's heir had not been decided yet, the Grand Duke's seal was genuine.
"So fast..." Corleon was sowhat surprised by the other's speed.
"Of course. You've t Sir Lundex; you should be able to tell he's a true noble," Borien said, lowering his voice. "Perhaps his background belongs to that marquis."
"Of course, that's too far from us," Borien laughed twice, trying to change the subject.
"By the way, if possible, can I know what promise Sir Lundex made to you?" Borien asked tentatively.
"Nothing much, just allowing to expand the church. As you know, the church has been a bit too small these days," Corleon said. "What about you? After all, you were once a knight."
"Yes, a forr knight," Borien shrugged. "Just a forr knight."
"He only promised to help my family establish a rchant caravan, which is far inferior to those knight families."
Although his voice was full of regret, it was only his personal regret.
In fact, given the current monopoly on trade routes, this promise was still very tempting.
At least, with Sir Lundex's word, the rchant caravan established by his family wouldn't be robbed by bandits before the Morning Star rose when departing at night.
Moreover, he was also allowed to join the army; perhaps he could earn enough military rit in the army to beco a knight again.
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