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Glenn stood there for a moment.

At this time, the female knight with a hot body and eye-catching long legs was treating the bloody wound on her arm, her expression full of fatigue.

There were footsteps, Windsor turned his head to look, and said weakly: "I don't have an appetite for the time being, thank you."

"Sir Knight, if you are really tired, it is best to take a nap so that you will not be distracted during the battle."

Glenn suggested in his clear, articulate voice.

Windsor looked at the young gentleman in front of him with some surprise, as if he had not expected the other party to express concern for him.

"I want to rest too, but I'm so sleepy that I just can't fall asleep." Windsor smiled warmly, but her beauty was ruined by a few dark circles under her eyes.

Glenn walked over to the side and delivered food to the other Griffin Knights while answering:

"You may be suffering from excessive anxiety. If you can relax, maybe you can solve it."

"You actually know medical knowledge? Are you a doctor?" Windsor widened his half-open eyes and asked.

"I'm not a doctor, I just know a little bit," Glenn replied modestly.

At this time, he had already delivered all the food in the "barrel" and was about to go back to get new ones, but Windsor called him:

"Wait a minute, I want to relax, but the demons' attacks have been getting more and more fierce these days. We are at risk of death and defeat at any time. If you can find a way to let me rest for a while, I will be very grateful!"

Several female knights who were in the same situation as Windsor looked over one after another.

Looking at their expectant eyes, Glenn put down the barrel and said, "I'll try, but it may not work."

"Okay!" Windsor naturally agreed.

Glenn walked behind Windsor and carried out a chair with a backrest from the tent.

Most of the things here were moved from nearby towns. This kind of chair with backrest was made by other craftsmen imitating Glenn. It has become popular in this area in recent times. It is not uncommon to see it here, but it is rare.

Coincidentally, Glenn's eyes just happened to catch a glimpse of this slightly bloated and exaggerated armchair in the tent when he came.

He placed the armchair next to Windsor and motioned for her to sit on it.

The latter did as he was told.

Glenn stood behind the chair, gently placed his hands on the female knight's shoulders, and said, "Now I need you to sit in the most comfortable position."

Windsor nodded slightly.

So Glenn pressed the areas on both sides of the opponent's neck that were not covered by armor with moderate force.

This unprecedented feeling immediately made Windsor, the usually strong Griffin Knight Captain, let out a comfortable moan.

It seems to be effective... Glenn felt more confident and began to press the area skillfully, including the temples and other parts.

The female knights who had been watching this sideways became envious when they saw the captain like this.

After pressing it for a while, the other party seemed not to have fallen asleep yet, and he couldn't help but frown.

But Windsor said at this time: "It's very comfortable and relaxing, but is there any way to press other places? My arms, legs and feet are very sore."

"Uh..." Glenn hesitated for a moment and said, "Of course, but is this okay?"

After all, there are differences between men and women. Although Glenn doesn't care, it's better to confirm it again.

"It's okay, I said." Windsor said slightly indifferently.

Then there was nothing to worry about. Glenn walked to the other person, took a low stool and sat down. Unexpectedly, the other person directly put one of his long legs into his arms.

This trip was not in vain... He was secretly happy and took off the women's combat boots swiftly.

After feeling the other party's actions, Windsor immediately said: "Don't..."

But his boots had been taken off.

Glenn put the slightly steaming combat boots aside and asked curiously, "What's wrong?"

Windsor was speechless. Although the armor and boots on his body were high-level magic props that could absorb most of the sweat odor, he still felt a little guilty.

If an outsider, especially a man, smells that slight odor, he will dislike me. This thought will arise uncontrollably.

She originally thought that the other party was pressing through her boots, but she didn't expect that he was going to take them off.

Glenn did smell the smell, but it wasn't stinky. It was completely different from the smell he had when he and his comrades were relaxing with each other in his previous life.

Even if Glenn didn't have a keen sense of smell, he might not have been able to smell it. He had to marvel at the wonder of magic.

Problems that have not been solved in the era of advanced technology can be easily solved here.

Windsor's face blushed for a moment, which was extremely rare. She pretended not to care and said, "It's nothing. Go on."

So Glenn, with great concentration, pressed the beautiful legs in his arms to relax them. Of course, he only pressed below the thighs. No matter how bold Windsor was, he would not agree to press above that level. After all, women are women.

A more comfortable feeling than before spread throughout the body like an electric current, giving rise to goose bumps, but this time Windsor held back and did not make a sound.

She stole a glance at Glenn who was concentrating. His hands had no calluses and did not look like he worked often, but he was very serious about relaxing his sweaty feet.

This feeling made her enjoy it so much that she fell asleep without realizing it.

When Glenn was about to change his foot, he found that Windsor had fallen asleep, so he could only stop with a little regret.

After all, there are so many people watching at the scene. If you achieve your goal and still touch other people's feet, it will seem that your motives are impure.

He walked into the tent and brought back a basin of water.

He took off the boot on Windsor's other foot and put both of her feet into the water.

When he stood up and was about to leave, a few female knights who couldn't wait said, "We are still here!"

Glenn's actions just now made them feel very fond of him. They felt that he was very caring, and the way they looked at Glenn seemed strange.

Glenn just smiled bitterly and motioned for them to come one by one.

……

A hundred meters deep underground in a forest.

A black beetle about thirty meters long was buried quietly here.

Inside the beetle's thick shell, there is a four-square-meter room.

The dark green magic fire burned in the hanging lamps.

The room was empty.

The next moment, the ground began to wriggle and a hairless human head grew out, then the head struggled to pull its body out.

He was a bald man, his left eye was blind, he was shirtless, and there was a tattoo of an unknown beast on his arm.

Four human faces immediately appeared on the wall, and one of them asked the person on the ground:

"Why are you alone? Where are the five bishops?"

"Dead! All dead! I saw the griffin riders carrying away the shriveled bodies of the elders!" The people on the ground were filled with great grief, tears already flowing down their faces.

"No! Our Bishop!"

"This can't be true! We've made so many preparations! It should be foolproof!"

"Did something unexpected happen? Yes! It must be! Were they discovered by the high-ranking knights sent by the kingdom?! Damn it! Who was it? We must take revenge!"

"Those damn demons! They had to choose this place as the battlefield! They deserve to die too!"

The faces on the walls were distorted, cursing and wailing.