Ch. 150 He had expected others to echo him

He had expected others to echo him, but as it turned out, he was the only one in the tavern with his hand raised alone.

This made him shrink back a little.

“Then it will be you.” The officer didn’t wait for him to lower his hand before selecting him.

“Hey,” another Soldier spoke up. Judging by his accent, he was not a local; he was wearing a green tunic and carrying a sword.

“I heard you have a reward. Do you need mercenaries?” the man said.

“That will do.” The officer nodded.

The mercenary with the sword walked over.

“We still need more help. Is anyone else willing to do this?” The officer asked again.

Even with the reward, no one responded; perhaps they were using this method to protest the matter.

“Then that’s that. The rest of you go home and pack your things. Everyone must have their property packed before midnight tonight.”

Outside the tavern, a Soldier was announcing the same thing in the small square in the center of the village.

“Hello!” Amidst this, a disharmonious, bell-like voice of a young girl rang out: “We can help.”

People looked at the one who spoke, Artoria.

The officer also looked at her.

The men who had been drinking there earlier burst into a roar of laughter.

“Go home and warm the bed, little girl!” The men laughed. “What can you do?”

They gossiped about the girl’s gender.

When there was no fighting, few people wore armor, and Artoria naturally did not either.

Her seemingly slender and delicate arms did not hold much persuasive power.

The men who had been silent before the officer now seemed to have regained their spirit.

There was no shortage of lewd jokes in their discussion.

Artoria’s face turned slightly pale.

She slammed her sword onto the table, clearly already quite angry: “I have a sword, and the determination to help others, and what about you!?”

Just one sentence shut everyone’s mouths.

The officer smiled and shook his head: “Thank you for your kindness, young lady. But I think you should protect yourself first.”

“Judging people by their appearance is not good,” Kay shook his head. “Whether it is a man or a woman, all are born from women. Would you also look down on your own mothers like this?”

Merlin kicked Kay under the table, taking over the conversation before Kay’s sharp words could make others feel displeased.

The magician, as always, revealed a smile that he thought was sunny but actually made people want to punch him: “Gender is merely a physical difference. Whether it is a monk or a druid, don’t they all preach the inner virtues of the soul?”

“Mr. Commander, I believe your superior would be very happy to meet this young lady before you, as well as her brother.”

The officer frowned.

Feeling that Merlin was being mysterious, he asked in return: “Why do you say that?”

Merlin explained: “Because she is a genuine noble, an apprentice knight who is traveling.”

He introduced the family of Kay and Artoria.

Given the rigid social hierarchy of feudal society.

Whether it was impersonating a noble or being disrespectful to a noble, both were serious crimes.

Therefore, even though he had never heard the name Sir Ector, the officer did not have too many doubts about the identities of Artoria and Kay.

“If it is truly as you say…” the officer pondered for a moment. “Then, I think my master would be very happy to meet you all.”

“That’s great!” Merlin chirped.

“However…” Artoria said, “We still have several other equally important traveling companions, and I must ask for their opinions.”

“Will it take some time, Miss?”

After Merlin stated their apparent status, the officer’s attitude toward Artoria changed as well.

“No, just a moment.”

Artoria smiled.

The six of them went together to see the knight lord of this village.

After the Soldiers announced the knight’s decision.

The chaos finally arrived forty minutes after the horn sounded.

The villagers argued with the Soldiers over their land and houses, and not all Soldiers had as excellent eloquence as the officer, leaving everyone exhausted.

Most people were very unwilling to leave the village.

However, the officer had no time to be distracted by those matters now.

He was leading a group of people, swaggering and parading through the streets toward the knight’s earth fortress.

Only when Wilden walked by would the people around him briefly quiet down for a few seconds.

“This is the reason why we need mercenaries…” the officer said with a bitter smile.

Walking into the knight’s manor, the Soldier was already so busy that no one came to guard the gate.

Servants running around, a loud-mouthed male housekeeper—the manor was like a marketplace.

“Is this everything in the wardrobe?” The knight lord, already wearing armor, grabbed a servant carrying a box.

“Yes, my lord!”

“No, no, no, don’t take everything…” The knight—from the conversation in the tavern, it could be known that he was called Egde.

Egde flipped open the box with his iron-gloved hand.

“This, this, this…” He rummaged through the contents of the box, tossing out at least half of the clothes.

Then he grabbed another Soldier: “Put all of these back!”

“But… my lord, these are the most expensive clothes…”

“That’s why you put them back!” the knight explained. “We cannot take everything. Only by leaving behind some valuable things can we delay those Anglo-Saxon Raiders!”

After saying this, he grabbed a servant who happened to pass by: “What are you holding?”

“My lady’s jewelry box, my lord.”

“Let me see.”

“But my lady, she…”

“Who do you think is in charge in this house?”

“You, my lord,” the servant said in fear. “You gave me work, so please, take a look.”

Egde rummaged through the jewelry box and picked out a few items.

“Lord Egde.”

The knight’s officer walked in through the doorway.

Egde paused what he was doing and let out a sigh: “I hope you can bring me some good news, my friend.”

“I think this should count.” The officer saluted: “Several traveling knights have arrived in your territory, one of whom claims to be the son of Sir Ector.”

“Sir Ector?” The knight tried to recall the name from his memory.

He seemed to have some impression of it.

Britain is not large, and the circle of nobility is naturally not large either.

Coupled with the Anglo-Saxons’ constant encroachment on the land, there are not many settlements left that can serve as fiefs.

Perhaps for commoners who do not understand the nobility, the only nobles they know in their lifetime are their own lord and the king, but for a noble who has studied heraldry, remembering the names of all the nobles on this island is not impossible.

Even as a knight, Egde of this village might have heard of names he had encountered before.

However, that was as far as it went.

“Let them in.”

After the officer withdrew, Kay walked in at the front of the line.

Since they were using Sir Ector’s banner, as Sir Ector’s eldest son and Artoria’s nominal brother, he naturally had to take center stage when dealing with others.

And Egde also focused his gaze on Kay.

Egde had a slight impression of Sir Ector, whose name was pronounced somewhat similarly to his own.

It seemed to be a knight from one of the three small kingdoms of Wales, and that small kingdom was separated from here by two other countries.

“Greetings to you, Lord Egde.” Kay saluted the other party.

“Come forward, young man.” Egde beckoned him.

Kay walked towards him with an impeccable posture, looking Egde straight in the eye.

The village knight scrutinized him carefully.