A foreigner's journey

Lancelot's words caused a commotion in the Eagle Group.

What do you mean, this monster knight is not satisfied with destroying the Sirius Mercenary Group, and now he is targeting the Eagle Group?

Griffith raised his hand, and the Eagle Group immediately became quiet, and only his soft voice could be heard: "What do you mean by this?"

"Only one mercenary group will take over this task. If you are still here, doesn't it mean that the Eagle Group still covets this task?"

A slightly dull voice came from behind the knight's helmet on the lake:

"Fight or retreat? Give you a minute to make a decision quickly."

Griffith's eyes were as sharp as a hawk: "What if we don't plan to retreat?"

"Then I'll finish it off for you too."

There was no special threat or fighting intention in Lancelot's words. It seemed that to him, both the Sirius Constellation and the Eagle Group were no different from the down-and-out bandits killed at random on the roadside.

Before Griffith could speak, Gus had already pulled out the giant sword from his back and pointed it at Lancelot, roaring: "Come and try if you have the ability! Watch me kill you with one strike!"

"Gus." Griffith just looked at Gus calmly, who was slightly less angry, but still gritting his teeth.

Then the leader of the Eagles looked at the other eleven Knights of the Round Table who were standing silently in the distance, and shouted: "May I ask, is what this Knight on the Lake said is what you all mean by unity?"

The other knights of the Round Table remained silent. Only Tristan took a few steps forward on horseback. He took off his hood and helmet, revealing long red hair and a handsome young face: "Young eagle, Lancelot." Your Majesty is the chief of our Knights of the Round Table, and his words represent the wishes of the Fire Sword. Please listen to my advice and step back. Sometimes it is not a bad thing to temporarily retreat from the edge."

"Heh, maybe."

Griffith tilted his head slightly in disbelief, then drew out the knight's sword from his waist and looked at Lancelot firmly:

"But I have already failed once in the hands of your Fire Sword staff. The Eagle Regiment can no longer retreat without a fight in front of the Fire Sword!"

"Advisor?"

Lancelot and Tristan looked at each other, then suddenly realized.

With a click, the dark blue ferocious helmet was taken off, and Lancelot revealed his melancholy face with a head full of black curly hair:

"...The 'young eagle' that the wizard called turned out to be you. So, who is the 'young wolf'?"

As he spoke, he swept his gaze across the Eagle Group, and finally landed on Gus: "Is that you, the young man wielding a giant sword?"

Gus didn't speak, but just tightened his grip on the hilt of the giant sword in his hand.

"Heh, interesting."

Lancelot showed a rare smile, put his legs under the horse's belly, and rode the horse slowly toward the hill where the Eagle Group was. As he gradually approached the Eagle Group, the young mercenaries couldn't help but feel a little commotion, but their trust in their leader Griffith still did not make them act irrationally.

Step, step, the war horse stopped not far in front of Griffith and Gus, and the two of them were able to take a close look at the knight who had just achieved a hundred-man kill.

Handsome, tall, strong, with no hesitation in his eyes, his appearance alone is already the most perfect image of a knight in everyone's dream. The style of the dark blue ferocious armor is different from that of any country on this continent, and it exudes a strange violent beauty. Not only that, Griffith also recognized that the war horse Lancelot was riding was a Friesian war horse that was also extremely rare in Kusha. However, the Frisian war horse in front of him was stronger than ordinary breeds in terms of muscle strength and physique. A part of it was exposed, and the eyes even glowed slightly red, which was obviously extraordinary.

"Although I hate that foul-mouthed wizard, he is like a mourning crow, always hovering over everyone's heads and spreading ominous messages. But one thing I must admit is that his 'precognition' is indeed unparalleled. Achievable."

Lancelot's eyes slowly swept between Griffith and Gus, and his tone was half-smiling:

"A few months ago he returned to the Fire Sword, claiming that he had found the young eagle and the wolf cub, but the gears of fate had not yet started to turn. Then he said that the biggest treasure of the trip was not them, but a man named 'Rikki' A very special boy. Speaking of which, who is Rickett?"

After hearing Lancelot's words, everyone subconsciously turned their attention to the anxious Ricketts.

Rickett was in a daze for a moment, and then said 'Alas'. First the wizard, and then the Hundred-Man Killing Knight who was famous in history. He was just an ordinary, thin young man. Why were they all paying special attention to him?

"You're Ricketts."

Lancelot dismounted and walked slowly towards Rickett. All the members of the Eagle Group moved out of his way. Only Casca stood in front of Rickett, like an angry leopard: "What do you want to do!"

"Don't panic, miss." Lancelot was not angry, but he put his hand on the armor on his chest and bowed slightly: "I just want to say a few words to this young man, and I have no intention of harming him."

When dealing with ladies, Lancelot can be said to be gentle, courteous and courteous. Unlike Griffith, who secretly learned from the nobles, this is the true chivalry of Lancelot.

Casca couldn't help but blush, and looked over Lancelot's shoulder at Griffith behind her. Seeing that Griffith didn't move, she had to avoid her body and let Rickett out.

Walking up to Rickett, Lancelot squatted down to keep his eyes level with Rickett: "He gave you a skull gold coin, right? Can you show it to me?"

"Rickit threw it away a long time ago. What do you mean by this... Rickett?" Casca's words stopped abruptly because Rickett silently took out the gold coin from his pocket.

Rickett felt very guilty for lying to Casca, who had always cared for him, and stammered when he spoke: "Yes, I'm sorry, Sister Casca, I really like this gold coin, so... …”

Casca was furious: "That's what the wizard gave you. It's very likely that a curse was placed on it. How can you keep it!"

"You are wrong, miss. Heather will not cast a curse on the person she likes. On the contrary, this is a blessing."

Lancelot reached his hand over Rickett's open palm, and the skull gold coin in Rickett's palm was emitting a golden glow. After a few seconds, Lancelot suddenly retracted his hand, then took Rickett's hand and closed his fingers together to hold the gold coin again:

"Keep it, boy. What the wizard said will definitely come true. Until then, don't let bad luck defeat you."

"Oh, oh..." Rickett nodded confusedly.

Not far away, Griffith involuntarily clenched his fists and dug his fingertips into his palms. Even such a brave knight said this. In their eyes, was he not more valuable than a Rickett?

He felt humiliated.

PS: There will be another chapter in the afternoon

PS: I don’t know how long the double update will last, just count it as one chapter.