A foreigner's journey

Since they passed the trial, the Eagle Group was qualified to assist the Fire Sword in participating in this mission as agreed, and the final reward was divided into 73%.

In other words, if everything goes well, the Eagle Group can get three thousand gold coins without exerting much effort. This is undoubtedly great news for the Eagle Group, which is already strapped for funds.

Inside the square of the castle, a different scene appears.

The Knights of the Round Table of the Sword of Fire gathered together in twos and threes, chatting in low voices, appeasing their horses, or maintaining their weapons.

Baron Mario and the white dog Garda stood next to Lancelot with flattering faces and waved compliments for free, while Lancelot responded indifferently.

Gus sat on a box and was being bandaged by the accompanying doctor, with several circles of gauze tied around his head. Many members of the Eagle Group gathered around him, saying something to Gus excitedly.

In the corner, Griffith sat silently on a tree stump. The right side of his face was swollen, his right eye was narrowed to a slit, and two teeth were broken in his mouth. He looked quite embarrassed. Casca carefully applied ointment to him with a distressed look on her face. She wanted to say something, but when she saw Griffith's cold and sharp gaze, she couldn't help but swallow the words back.

Griffith like this... is so strange and scary.

Griffith's eyes were on Gus, then moved to Lancelot in the distance. From time to time, he would glance at Rickett. His fists were clenched closer and closer, and blood even oozed from the fingertips that sank into his palms.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and blood flowed from the injured gums and unhealed mouth again. His cheeks and temples bulged, and the only open left eye was filled with bloodshot eyes.

Everything becomes strange. Aren't you on your way to your dream steadily? Why did it become like this? When did it start... when...

Heather!

Griffith suddenly stood up, causing Casca to let out a soft cry. The ointment jar in his hand fell to the ground without holding it firmly and shattered.

Ignoring Casca, Griffith's thoughts suddenly became clear.

That's right, after meeting that weird wizard named Heather, everything around him began to become darker. Fate seemed to be far away from him, but if he thought about it carefully, the cause of all this was either Heather, the staff of the Fire Sword, or the knights of the Fire Sword. If these knights were sent by Heather to specifically instigate a relationship between himself and Gus Where are people?

No, think about it again, do you really have the capital to allow such a powerful knight to come and interfere in the mission just to disgust you? Isn't that too conceited, Griffith?

And that wizard Heather, what exactly does he mean by "destiny"... Or maybe it's all just a coincidence.

Griffith's eyes kept changing, his heart was in turmoil, and his brows were furrowed, obviously extremely anxious.

Suddenly, Griffith felt someone touching his frown. He subconsciously waved the person away and roared: "Get away! Don't touch me!"

Then came Casca's cry of pain.

The originally lively scene suddenly became silent. Everyone stared stiffly at their beloved leader, Griffith, standing there angrily and breathing heavily, while Cascaia covered the left side of her face that was swelling rapidly, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes.

"Casca!" Jiedu quickly ran over to help Casca up, and then looked at Griffith in disbelief: "Griffith, she is helping you apply medicine, why are you..."

Griffith also woke up at this time and realized what he had done. He glanced at Casca with a slightly guilty look, took a few steps back hastily, and murmured:

"Sorry...sorry, please just let me be quiet for a while, okay?"

With that said, he strode towards the distance, not looking back despite the calls of others.

In the distance, the Knights of the Round Table were watching all this quietly.

Next to the bonfire in his heart, Galahad was silent for a moment and then said: "It seems that his heart is messed up."

"Not only that, this young eagle also suspected Lord Heather." Tristan rubbed his chin: "Is it okay?"

Yan Qishi pursed her lips and smiled twice, and said softly: "Haha, this is exactly the effect our master wants to achieve. He wants to plant the seeds of [Doubt] and [Resentment] in Griffith's heart. . Suspicion will make him crazy, and resentment will make him more anxious. Master Heather, is this what you call [murder and heart-killing]?"

Heather shrugged: "It's a pity that I don't have weapons that can control people's hearts or bodies. Otherwise, it would be more fun to put on a puppet show. All my relatives and loved ones have parted ways with me, and they can no longer pursue their dreams. Griffith is wailing in despair, what a wonderful scene it would be... Well, look at it now, it's really a shame that I couldn't get Dover's parasitic thread in the pirate world. When can I go to one? Going to the world of Saint Seiya, I really want the PLUS version of the 'Star Puppet Line' as a parasitic line!"

The Knights of the Round Table looked at each other and felt that their master had a dark mind. If he were a character in a novel, he would definitely be a villain.

"Lancelot asked what to do next. Is it going as planned?" Percival asked.

Heather waved her hand: "Of course, the play has reached a critical point, and I can't allow the actors to leave without permission. Let Lancelot add more fire to Griffith!"

Soon, the team in the castle regrouped. The plan provided by Lancelot was very simple. With the eleven Knights of the Round Table as the vanguard, they attacked the Castle of Moro from the front, with the Eagle Regiment as a supporting cover, thus attracting most of the defenders' firepower and leading them out of the city. Then Lancelot led a few helpers to sneak into the castle and kill the enemy leader.

Moro Castle is not too far from Sisto Fortress where they are located. It can be reached in about two hours by horseback.

The whole army was ready to go. Garda, who was wearing luxurious armor, rode on his horse and asked Lancelot: "The person responsible for the beheading operation is naturally Sir Lancelot, but who do you plan to bring as helpers?" I think it’s better to invite some other knights of the Fire Sword to help out..."

"The Yoda Empire defenders in Moro Castle have a total of four thousand people, not counting the cannons and crossbows. The other knights of the Fire Sword must stay in the frontal siege team, so as to ensure that our side is reduced to the maximum Dead and wounded.”

Lancelot glanced at the Knights of the Round Table and the cadres of the Eagle Group present, and slowly said:

"I need the good hands of the Eagles to be my assistants."

When Griffith saw the other party's eyes falling on him, he subconsciously frowned and wanted to refuse. But Lancelot spoke first:

"I want Gus and Ricketts."

"Huh?" Casca and the others exclaimed in surprise. It was understandable to choose Gus, but why not Griffith but Rickett? Rickett was still awkwardly wearing his smaller-sized armor from a distance at this time, and was not qualified to participate in the pre-war council of cadres.

"I'm very optimistic about Gus. He can play a huge role as an assistant. In addition, I also want to see what kind of magic power Young Rickett has that can make the staff wizard of the Fire Sword miss him. Okay, let's choose the two of them. The rest goes as planned.”

After speaking, Lancelot took the lead in riding away.

Griffith looked at Gus, who looked slightly excited at this time, like a fan who had been recognized by his idol. Then he subconsciously turned his gaze to Rickett in the distance. This child was talking to Lancelot, with a surprised look on his face.

Sword of Fire...Ricket!

Griffith tightened his grip on the sword hilt at his waist.