Warlord: King of All Clans

When Olivia saw Leo appear, she did not put down what she was doing immediately, but continued to perform while suppressing her shyness.

She maintained a superior attitude, standing on a platform protruding from the city wall, accepting worship from refugees and subjects.

When the number of people outside the city had almost gathered, ten little dog-headed men and a team of fully armed River Bay infantry walked out of the city gate.

The River Bend Infantry drove two wagons, each loaded with mountains of clothing and food.

No matter they were refugees or subjects, they all knelt on the ground, holding their breath and trembling slightly with nervousness.

Ten little dog-headed men dispersed among the kneeling crowd, sniffed quickly, and then pointed at their chosen targets.

"Woof woof woof! This one is seriously ill!"

"Woof woof woof! This one is hurt!"

"Woof woof woof! This one is starving to death!"

“Woof woof woof! It’s okay. You’re really pretending!”

They were obviously well-trained, running around in the crowd, sniffing everywhere, without any fear at all.

The River Bend Infantry following behind gave the sick a brightly colored coat and the hungry enough food to fill their stomachs for three days.

The refugees who pretended to be injured and hungry in an attempt to fish in troubled waters were severely whipped by the Hewan infantry and fell to the ground in shame.

But this is not the point. What follows is a series of divine lights falling on the sick people.

The golden light lingered around the patient's body and then slowly faded away.

The injured person's pale face quickly recovered his vitality and blood.

Olivia on the city wall continuously released the "Holy Light Blessing" spell according to the position provided by the reward of new clothes, dispelling the injuries and illnesses of people one by one.

"Blessing of Holy Light" is the lowest-level spell of the Holy Light Monk. It consumes less mana than Holy Light Healing, but compared to other powerful spells, it is not of much use.

It can only enhance human physique in a short period of time, accelerate wound healing, and dispel and immunize against the lowest level of epidemics.

At least that's the case for the Church of Holy Light. The monks of Holy Light who embark on the path of transcendence will not waste their meager magic power on the untouchables.

The nobles and landowners had their own doctors to cure their minor ailments, but only for serious illnesses did they need to seek help from the church.

Only the lowest-level missionaries would use Holy Light Blessings extensively when developing their own parishes, using the power of Holy Light to attract believers in the shortest possible time.

In the eyes of the lower-class people, the holy golden light, even if it has no therapeutic effect, is a miracle and enough to soothe people's hearts.

The blessing of Holy Light cannot completely heal people, but the people of the North have strong vitality. As long as they can survive the weakest few days, they can rely on their own resistance and continue to be alive and well.

The people of Hewan have long been spreading the word among the crowd that only by becoming a leader of Hewan and demonstrating sufficient labor value can one have the opportunity to obtain further treatment for diseases and hidden injuries.

After being blessed by the holy light, the sick people's complexion improved significantly and their bodies regained vitality.

The most obvious situation was among those who had suffered external injuries. Their festering wounds began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although it would take a long time to fully recover, at least they would not deteriorate further.

The wounded and sick refugees who were originally waiting to die, hugged and cried with their families excitedly. The tribesmen and strangers nearby looked at them with extremely envious eyes, and whispered praises and prayers together.

The Holy Light Blessing activity of the River Bay Mistress lasted for a full hour until her magic power was completely exhausted.

From beginning to end, she didn't say a word to the refugees, but everyone bowed down to her.

The once shy country girl, after a long period of social experience and having been in a high position for a long time, put on gorgeous clothes and finally possessed her own luxury and nobility.

Even the Hewan soldiers standing guard on the city wall did not dare to look directly at the back of their mistress. They could not help but kneel on one knee and pray in a low voice.

Olivia's magic power was limited and she couldn't take care of everyone, but this blessing was enough to inspire admiration from those present.

And such blessing activities take place once every month!

During this time, at another city gate on the east side of Linhai Town, a rider bypassed the crowd and came to Leo. It was Knight Solovy.

He still held Agata in his arms, and the latter was waving at Leo from a distance.

The two have already reached the stage of discussing marriage. Although the head of the family, Rigolav, is very unhappy, he cannot interfere.

After all, Solovy was his younger brother, not his son, and could not influence his thoughts.

According to the tradition of the North, the Solovie Knights already have their own fiefs and can break away from their original families at any time to establish their own businesses.

This is the reason why the Northern Banner Families cannot grow stronger. A knight cannot own two fiefs at the same time, not even a Banner Knight. However, after a knight of a family owns a fief, he has the right to become independent.

From any perspective, Rigolav was unwilling to be at odds with his younger brother.

Besides, Agatha's performance was also good, at least better than that of the noble lady of Isenbol.

"Leo, you're back." Knight Solovi greeted Leo as he put Agata down from his horse.

The news of the end of the war had long been delivered to the river by galloping horses, but the exact day when the legion would return home was not mentioned.

The management of River Bend was all busy and could only wait until the Legion arrived in Isenpol.

Leo appeared at this moment, a few days earlier than everyone expected.

Knight Solovie was also very happy to see Leo return home safely.

But his eyes were not on Leo, but on the dragon-scale horse under him.

Even though he was calm, the Solovi Knight, who was praised by Leo as the River Bay Dragon, couldn't help but break his guard, "Why did you ride the dragon scale horse back!"

The Dragon Scale Horse is a magical beast unique to the Duke's Mansion. It is a mount that is prohibited from being circulated among the public. Its status in the North is equivalent to that of a national treasure.

He quickly jumped off the horse, walked towards the dragon-scale horse, and skillfully reached out to touch Red Hare's nose.

The new Red Hare snorted and bared its fangs in disgust, but did not attack the other party.

The Wind Knight Solovi is familiar with every dragon-scale horse.

Of course, he is also familiar with the other Wind Knights.

"Wood? Tolan? Karl? Why are you here too?"

Among the ten Wind Knights behind Leo, several were familiar to Solovy, and even if he couldn't call out the names of the rest, he had basically met them.

There are less than three hundred active Wind Knights. Except for those who are out on missions, most of them live together in the Wind Knights' base in the Duke's Palace.

It has only been more than two years since Knight Solovy retired from the Knights of the Wind, and most of the active Knights of the Wind are his peers.

Several Wind Knights had already known about the existence of Knight Solovy through their new lord, Rio. Now they dismounted from their horses to greet him and to establish old relations with the lord's third uncle.

Leo stroked the neck of the dragon-scale horse under him, which was covered with smooth dragon scales. He looked down at Solovie and boasted proudly, "Hehe, are you envious?"

"I'm envious." Knight Solovy answered with a frustrated but convinced tone.

After the Wind Knight retired, he was only rewarded with a large amount of money, or at most land, but he could not take away the rare dragon-scale horse and the expensive scarlet weapons.

"Then here comes the surprise, there is another one!"

Leo waved his hand, and behind the main force, Vicchi came over leading another dragon-scale horse.