At the moment of speaking, the team of Earl Torch had already arrived in front of the square. Paladin stopped talking immediately. He ignored Andrew's straight gaze and Carava's sarcastic expression. Just observe the Torch Earl who has heard the name but never seen it. I saw a man riding a warhorse in red armor, walking right in front of the team. The red armor worn by the horse had a clear torch pattern painted on it. Think of it as Torch himself.
Bushy blonde hair with shoulder-length curls, a wide forehead and thick eyebrows give an image of loyalty and kindness. However, the blue pupils in those small eyes and the thin tight lips gave off a mean and sinister taste. A gorgeous and sturdy armor is set on the inside of the chain armor. Under the sunlight, his expensive armor reflected a cold light. This is a contradictory person. Even his face contained extreme ambivalence. As a result, every person who saw him for the first time was not sure what kind of person the Torch Earl, who had never been on the battlefield, was rumored to be.
Some of the upper-class nobles of the principality were secretly talking about it in private. Each has its own statement. A gentle, kind, warm and open noble noble. Or insidious silence. Stubborn without saying a word. Bunales, Torch. Inherited the title of Torch the Howler from his father. As a great nobleman, he has always been educated in various etiquette, literature, poetry, fencing, history, politics and so on.
As the only child, he inherited his father's wealth and territory without any accident. There are no outstanding performances, no special enemies, and no scandals that make civilians care. As if he was a marginal person among the great nobles, without a mistress, and at the age of thirty-one, he has not even married yet! Many great nobles, including Marquis Carmon, who came to propose marriage in person, were politely declined one by one. To say that the most mysterious nobleman in the Principality of Kasmi must be him, Bunales, the torch.
Da da da. Hearing the powerful sound of hooves echoing in front of him, it stopped suddenly. The thick and gentle voice immediately made people feel good: "His Excellency Bishop Andrew, hahaha. Let you wait for a long time." There was only a crackling sound of steel. Earl Torch dismounted, and Andrew immediately greeted him with a smile on his face, and said respectfully, "My lord, are you really only thirty-one? It looks like you're younger than last year!" "Hahahaha."
Count Torch laughed cheerfully. He waved his hand casually, and the endless team behind him stopped immediately. The knights erected lances with their own coat of arms and flags in their hands. Then came a sergeant with a spear and a heavy soldier with a shield and sword. They all stopped their heavy steps. There was a solemn look in his eyes.
Earl Torch stepped forward and said to Andrew: "Old Andrew, you are getting fatter and fatter." Saying so, he looked at the Caravas and Palatine beside him. Paladin stood up first, and respectfully crossed in the air and said, "My Count, you are on this expedition..."
But before Paladin finished speaking, Carava stepped forward to interrupt Paladin and said to himself, "My Count, I am the abbot of Aerdley Abbey and the priest of Aderley Cathedral. Changna Carava. It's an honor to meet you. I hope I can get it." But this time, before it was his turn to finish speaking, the Count immediately interrupted him. Although he was smiling, he showed a little dissatisfaction: "I'm talking to this priest, don't you know how to be polite?"
That Carava was stunned for a moment, and immediately suppressed his anger and apologized: "Sir Count, this priest is actually..." "You don't need to say any more." The Torch Earl ignored the Carava on the side and looked at it with a smile. Paladin said: "Father, what did you just say?" Paladin snickered to himself, but said very calmly: "My lord, my name is Paladin, Flamel." The Torch Earl salutes. Bow with one hand floating on the chest on the heart.
"Oh!" Count Torch was a little surprised. He didn't expect to meet the nobles. Suddenly think of Paladin's surname. Immediately sighed and said, "Father Flamel, the tragic incident that happened to your family has made us nobles very angry. Don't worry, this time, the despicable Forest of Helllit Towers must pay the corresponding price!"
Andrew, who was on the sidelines, saw Earl Torch finished speaking, and immediately stepped forward with a smile and reminded: "Lord Earl, this Father Palatine is not only our auxiliary bishop, but also an accompanying priest who will go out with you." "Oh? "The Torch Earl exclaimed. But there was no surprise in his voice. But at this moment, a man who resembled a noble housekeeper suddenly came over quietly and whispered to Earl Torch: "My Count, you have been delayed here for a long time. Let the military priest keep up and get out of the city quickly."
Count Torch nodded silently. Suddenly, he smiled at Paladin kindly and said, "The journey is long. If Paladin is not used to military life, come and sleep in my tent." After inviting Paladin with a smile, Count Torch mounted his horse again. Andrew also turned to the more than a dozen priests with luggage standing behind him and said, "It's your honor to follow the army this time. Go, Bishop Palatine is your commander. Even in swords and blood and sweat, you can't go against the true God. Teach me, Amen." Palatine took a deep look at the dozen or so priests who were going with him, some with grimaces, while others with determination. Paladin made a deep note of the frowning man. These people are the most likely to become their own group.
When Palatine and a dozen priests walked on both sides of the procession with ornate cross scepters. While muttering the Bible in a low voice. The big bell of the tower on the top of the cathedral rang immediately. The team immediately resumed the march. The surrounding civilians immediately shouted enthusiastically again. Because this bell represents this army, favored and blessed by the god Inos. May they receive supreme glory and return to their hometowns on white horses.
Paladin didn't even look at Andrew and the two of them. He keenly discovered that many of the troops in this army were familiar faces that he usually encountered in Aerdley. Looking at the civilians on both sides who saw their relatives wearing armor and holding weapons, cheering excitedly, sprinkled with roses and purple orchids. Paladin's heart sank. In other words, most of the soldiers in this army are new recruits. No real war, no long training.
Paladin could even imagine, through his clone's memory, that these recruits, after encountering a vicious enemy on the battlefield, saw the blood of their compatriots dye themselves red, and they stood there dumbfounded and trembling. Paladin really wanted to know, how could this Torch Count, who can secretly condone his subordinates to loot and collect armor and weapons in large numbers in violation of the law, made such a mistake? Could it be that this guy has never been on the battlefield and doesn't know how terrible the battlefield is