The Sun King's Evidence

PS. Today’s second update, please give me more love!

Old World, Britannia, Barony of Jean, Redfish Village north of the Chinon River.

At the beginning of October, in the late autumn, the temperatures begin to get gradually colder, and winter is approaching in Brittany.

The autumn wind is bleak, the forest is dyed, and the field has a long breath coming from its broad chest. There is water-like clarity spreading on the slopes and dams. The autumn harvest has basically ended, and the tax collector from the knight has already collected it. All the harvested grain was harvested, leaving behind a barely tolerable harvest. The serfs began to cut firewood and grind flour. At the same time, they had to plow the land deeply again to prepare for sowing winter wheat.

The cultivation of winter wheat requires a lot of manpower and a certain amount of fertilizer, and most of the grain grown belongs to the lords, so serfs are generally not very enthusiastic about cultivating winter wheat.

Fortunately, the tax system established by the lord is tithe, and the tax set by the Holy Grail Knight is not very heavy. The serfs work hard and can still have some leftovers in the end. Coupled with the sermons of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, the serfs know how to use plant ash and Or livestock manure fertilizes farmland.

Of course, the richest horse manure also costs money. Serfs have to go to the local knight lord to serve for two to three days every week. In exchange for the right to use the mill and some special tools, after completing the labor The knight allowed the serf to carry a small portion of the harvest back to his home, depending on the situation. For example, after chopping firewood, the lord allowed the serf to carry a bundle of firewood back to his home. How much he could carry completely depended on how many serfs there were. In terms of strength, if a serf greedily takes too much and causes the firewood to fall on the ground or is unable to walk, it is considered disqualifying.

There is a big knight errant in Red Fish Village. This is a well-known thing in the village. The village elders generally call him Mr. Angron. It is said that this big knight is the brother of the Holy Grail Knight, Baron Lane. He came here to seek refuge with him because he committed a crime, so the villagers were a little afraid of him.

This knight errant is always a little different. For many years, serfs have rarely seen knights who work in the fields themselves, and they have never seen such a tough knight. Lord Ryan led the army in the territory to join the knights. After the Tao War, the small Red Fish Village actually became a place under the jurisdiction of Lord Angron.

The life of the knight is very regular. He often works at sunrise and rests at sunset. Every morning, the knight will get up early, then run to the Chinon River and directly pour cold water on himself. Many serfs feel cold when they look at it. , but the knight shouted happily, and by the way, he would also slap the water of the Chinon River with his hands. Many live fish would be slapped out of the river directly, and the knight would take them home.

This knight lord was so strong that he didn't need people to work for him at all. The big tree as thick as four people could hold it was cut down by him with an ax and he took it home alone. There were acres of farmland on his property. It was developed through irrigation under his command. He also raised a lot of fat pigs, chickens, ducks and geese, and patiently made feed for them. Under his leadership, Redfish Village had a new look. The knights worked so hard. Under his strict supervision, the serfs did not dare to be lazy. This year's harvest was good, and Red Fish Village ushered in a bumper harvest.

The village's abundant harvest and many big fat pigs soon aroused the covetousness of nearby bandits and rogue knights. They took advantage of a dark and stormy night to break into Red Fish Village.

Then, there is no more.

Three waves of bandits and rogue knights came successively. These people disappeared silently after entering the Red Fish Village. No one has seen them since then, except that some serfs who worked hard were given a lot of semi-new goods. Weapons and equipment, adult males were armed.

From then on, serving the Lord Knight sometimes turned into receiving armed training from the Lord Knight. The serfs took the captured weapons to participate in the training. Starting from the basic formation and thrusting with spears, the Lord Knight's rigorous training allowed them to Many serfs complained terribly. Every time they participated in training, they felt as if they were visiting a grave.

The knight master likes to see them complaining. He usually doesn't talk much. The best young men in training always get some meat from him. Thinking that the hard work of labor is almost the same as the hard work of training. , the life of the serfs was just fine, at least there were some rewards.

After witnessing the knight master grabbing the tails of two buffaloes and carrying them out of the forest and domesticating them as farm cattle, the serfs became a little numb. Anyway, our knight master is invincible and does not impose heavy taxes on us. Days like this are also Still getting by.

One day in late autumn, Red Fish Village welcomed an uninvited guest.

This uninvited guest with long white shawl hair is riding a packhorse. There are many bags hanging on both sides of the packhorse, as well as the head of a vampire beast. Behind the uninvited guest is two swords, one silver sword and one steel sword. , wearing a fire gun on his waist, and wearing scale armor and a cloak that are convenient for movement, but they are somewhat damaged in many places.

The villagers started whispering when they saw him.

"That's not the mission knight, that's a demon hunter!"

"What's a witcher doing in a place like this?"

"Oh my god, these damn mutants! They bring bad luck wherever they go! I really hope he's not here to investigate."

"Go and inform the village elder!"

A few serfs hurriedly ran towards the depths of the village. The remaining serfs looked at the witcher with suspicion, but there was no particularly obvious hostility.

Demon hunters are everywhere, all over the continent, and many churches cooperate with demon hunter organizations. However, as mentioned above, the current status of demon hunters is somewhat embarrassing, so they are not popular. Many humans use Looking at them with suspicion and fear.

Because once traces of corruption are detected in the village, the demon hunters are likely to take extreme measures for this reason.

This demon hunter looked to be in his thirties, and his face was relatively young. His face was already covered with scars, especially the scar from his eyebrow to his cheek. He saw the whispers among the villagers, and they were somewhat silent. However, he still came to the notice board of the village to see what tasks he could take on recently.

There is only one notice on the notice board, and that is the legend about the Red Blood Knight.

In the dark night of Britannia, there are often undead knights who are all bloody, holding shields and lances. These undead knights may be followers of the Blood Red Duke, maybe not, they have red on their bodies. The emblem of the dragon, but the armor is covered with patterns of death and killers. What they hold in their hands is a corrupted weapon. These weapons are engraved with dark runes, engraved with evil metal, and painted with patterns of ferocious beasts. They exude a stench all over their bodies and constantly attack the villages.

They call themselves the Knights of Blood Castle.

Only the Holy Grail Knights can confront these most terrifying undead knights. Once the Blood Castle Knights appear, the Holy Grail Knights will immediately be dispatched, and the two will start a great showdown.

Anyone who gets information about the red blood knight can report it to the lord, and the lord will definitely give a generous reward.

"This is not a mission that I can take on." The demon hunter shook his head. He knew about these blood knights. The demon hunter mentor had warned him that his strength was not suitable for taking on such a difficult mission.

At this moment, the village elder from Red Fish Village appeared. He walked tremblingly in front of the demon hunter with a wooden crutch: "May I ask why you are here, demon hunter?"

"My name is Abel, from Helmgart in the Empire." The demon hunter nodded slightly, even as he said hello: "Is there any work you can do for me here?"

"Well, let me think about it... Our village has been very quiet recently. Nothing special has happened. You may be disappointed, Demon Hunter." The village elder thought for a while and shook his head.

"Okay, how can I get to Jean Town?" Demon hunter Amber saw that there were no tasks to take on. He could tell that the villagers did not welcome him to stay, so he chose to leave.

After the demon hunter rode his horse away, a tall and mighty figure appeared behind the village elder: "Who is that person? It seems that you are all afraid of him?"

"Lord Angron!" The old man immediately knelt down: "They are demon hunters."

"Demon hunters? What do they do?" Angron had a ferocious face and a big bald head, but he spoke quite calmly.

The old man told Angron about the role of the witcher.

"Like the Tribunal? It's interesting, then these people must not be very likable, right?" Angron said with interest: "Interesting, I really want to talk to him if I have the chance... Use me 's axe."

"Well, Lord Angron, recently...the villagers have seen something." The village elder thought for a while and then whispered: "Someone really saw a blood-red knight deep in the Chalon Forest, riding a spray gun. The dark horse of fire.”

"Yes, I know, I've seen it too." Unexpectedly, Angron nodded calmly: "It seems you are not talking nonsense."

"Well, Lord Angron, those red blood knights are very dangerous. You must not fight them head-on. You must call the Holy Grail Knight. Only the Holy Grail Knight can deal with the red blood knights!" He said quickly.

"Are you talking about this?" Unexpectedly, Angron raised a blood-red pointed dragon-wing helmet. Inside the helmet was a withered and shriveled head with an abnormal gray-white color.

"Ah! This is... the Blood Knight!" The old man was so frightened that he sat down on the ground. He exclaimed: "Lord Angron, you defeated the Blood Knight and killed it?"

"Yeah, this guy is so annoying. It doesn't look human at first glance." Angron threw his head on the ground and muttered, as if this blood knight troubled him.

"It was disturbing my farming, so I ripped off its head. It was so weak that it couldn't be beaten."

"Find a place to hang it so that no annoying people come to disturb my farming."

"I'll leave the rest to you. I'm going to get fodder for my cows."

This is the second update. You may feel that it is a bit short. That must be your misunderstanding. Yes, it must be like this!