I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

King's hunting grounds.

At the entrance of the forest, the king was riding on a small hill and looking out.

This was the gathering place he had set. In the past, his vassals would have already gathered by this time.

But today is a little different. Today it is the king who is waiting for his vassal.

The first thing to arrive was a carriage. The rose pattern on the carriage indicated the identity of its owner.

The king looked coldly at the carriage. When he lost power, the first person to stab him was the Rose Territory.

When the people in the carriage got off, the king's face became even darker.

The person who came was just a member of the Rose Family's side branch who stayed in the royal capital.

"Where's the Grand Duke Rose?"

"The Grand Duke is not involved in this war, so he did not come."

The king narrowed his eyes. Not participating in the war meant giving up the distribution of benefits.

Rose collar, are you changing to a vegetarian diet?

Or he has already disdained being a noble of the kingdom.

"That's good. This time, the Orc War only has the finishing touches left. If Grand Duke Rose doesn't come, I guess he doesn't care about these results."

The Rose Nation representative said nothing, but saluted the king with his hands on his chest, bent down, and waited for the king's order.

The king looked into the distance and just left the Rose Nation representative there.

After a long while, the sound of horse hooves came from afar.

The king glanced at the woods behind him and saw a group of forest birds flying out, making the sky lively.

With the sound of horse hooves approaching, a team of knights, a total of thirty people, came.

The leading knight was known to the king.

"Hahahaha, Lord Stark, the giant wolf of the north, the lion's most loyal friend."

There were some burns on the Duke of the North's face, which were caused by the aftermath of Bennett's hydrogen bomb.

He took off his helmet, dismounted, and hugged the king, saying:

"Your Majesty looks good. I guess there must be some good news in the past few days."

The king laughed and said:

"Nothing, just some differences in doctrine..."

Just as they were halfway through their conversation, they both felt the ground shaking at the same time.

The Duke of the North looked around quickly, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the smoke in the distance behind him.

The king also stopped talking when he saw the smoke in the distance.

Touching the burn on his face, the Grand Duke of the North looked at the king, and his green eyes gradually revealed a hint of mockery.

The rose collar representative behind him was still leaning towards the king.

Smoke and dust from the distance kept spreading towards this side, and the ground was shaking more and more, accompanied by the deafening sound of footsteps and horse hooves.

At the forefront of the smoke and dust was a large cross flag, fluttering in the wind, looking extremely arrogant.

The Grand Duke of the North looked at the knights who had come with him. Those knights sneered at the church army that was coming, and stretched out their hands to the horse's back and grasped the bayonets on it.

The Duke of the North was not overwhelmed by this momentum. He turned around and said to the king:

"The church is still relatively new and lacks foundation, so its actions are inevitably ridiculous."

This is a mockery of the church's lack of culture.

There was no smile on the king's face. The Grand Duke of the North mocked the church, but he was also mocking the king.

As we all know, the king performed the anointing ceremony on the city wall.

The Lion family has been passed down for thousands of years, and finally has to join a church that has only a two hundred year history.

Where's the face?

Until now, no one paid any attention to the Rose Neck representative. The Rose Neck representative had been bending over for a long time, his face had turned red, and even his body was shaking.

The king and the Grand Duke of the North focused their attention on the church.

As smoke and dust rushed towards the two, the church's army also arrived before them.

The knights in front rode their horses to lead the way, and the soldiers behind them were as vast as smoke.

Silver armor covered the ground, and groups of flags blocked out the sun.

After the army stopped, they split into two teams, leaving a path in the middle, and the Pope's carriage slowly drove over.

The first knight stepped out and shouted loudly under the gaze of everyone:

"Welcome to the Imperial Patriarch, the Vicar of God, the Successor of the Lord of the Apostles, the High Priest, the Patriarch of the North, the Primate of Saint Simon, the Archbishop and Metropolitan of the Province of Saint John, the Head of the City of Saint Matthew and the Servant of the Servant of God."

Following the first knight's words, the remaining knights and soldiers also shouted:

"Welcome, Bishop, a pious man under Allah."

The Pope then stepped out of the carriage, stood on the curb and saluted the soldiers and knights around him.

"For Allah."

The soldiers and knights were all excited, and their voices were in unison, exploding like thunder.

"For Allah!" (All)

The Pope nodded with satisfaction. Obviously, he was quite satisfied with his appearance.

However, his satisfaction did not last.

"Hahahaha, what are you doing?"

"Which lady got married?"

"A circus act?"

The northern knights were the first to laugh. Without any fear, they tightened the reins in their hands and the horses under their crotch neighed to the sky.

The Duke of the North did not stop them, and even when the knights of the north laughed at the church, he gave them a look of approval.

The leading church knight was furious. He looked at the knight in the north, drew the long sword at his waist, and rushed forward.

The knights of the north are still smiling.

"Hey, someone's gotta step up."

"Let's go too."

"Let the young come, don't bully the weak."

The knight of the church saw that the other party was still talking and laughing, and his anger became even more difficult to calm down. He drew his sword and shouted:

"Whoever has the courage, please stand up quickly."

The northern knights finally selected their candidates. One of them stepped forward, took off his helmet, and revealed a resolute face.

He has a typical northern face, with a high nose, a broad jaw, and broad and heavy shoulders.

With his big hands tightly gripping the lance on his horse's back, the northern knight said to the knights behind him:

"I have just entered the divine gift and have not yet sworn an oath to the Grand Duke. Today, let me use the head of this boastful man as my first gift of loyalty to the Grand Duke."

The Duke of the North laughed loudly and responded to the knight:

"The first glass of wine tonight is for you."

"Oh--"

The knights of the north shouted collectively.

The knights of the church had gloomy faces. They looked at the knight who was leading the line, tightly gripping the swords in their hands, but did not say a word.

The Pope didn't care. He looked at the Grand Duke of the North with a smile and said:

"The chief knight is the strongest knight of my sect. Why would the Grand Duke risk his life to condone his subordinates' disrespect? God will surely feel sad for him when he sees such a brave soul fall to the ground."

The Duke of the North glanced at the Pope and said:

"We, the Giant Wolf Leader, have always worshipped only the two gods. As for other gods, we don't know them."

The Pope's face suddenly turned dark. He looked at his chief knight and made a killing gesture.

The chief knight nodded. He could no longer suppress the anger in his heart. The magic power in his body gathered towards the sword in his hand. The aura on his body suddenly spread out, pressing towards the knights in the north like a raging wave.

The king looked at the chief knight of the church and his eyes slowly narrowed. This knight was not weak.

"Alas, they didn't even follow the etiquette of the duel. It's really embarrassing for the knights."

The northern knight was not affected by the other side at all. Instead, he saluted with his chest touched on his horse's back and then put on his helmet.

"The new knight from the north, Edmund Costa, accepts your challenge."

After saying this, Edmund closed his helmet visor, picked up his spear, and the runes on his armor lit up one by one.