Chapter 49

Remy rode with skill on his imposing red horse towards the location where the soldiers were supposed to be. After a few minutes of riding, he finally arrived at the place where the soldiers were supposed to be. As he approached, he noticed that the group was already separated and that Gilles and his team had already left for another location.

Nevertheless, Remy's group patiently awaited him, demonstrating confidence in his abilities and leadership. "I hope I didn't make you wait too long," said Remy from atop his horse to the soldiers who awaited him. "It was nothing, my lord," responded one of the soldiers. "So, let's go," said Remy, aware that he was late due to Jeanne's training. "Let's head towards the Loire River this time, but passing through the roads that the English possibly use," he added.

Remy's horse confidently followed the path he knew so well. They traveled all the roads and alleys that could have been used by the English, but found no signs of them. The tension in the air was palpable, and the group continued their search.

Finally, they arrived at the majestic Loire River, whose waters flowed peacefully to the west. Remy dismounted his horse, stretching his sore limbs, and walked to the riverbank. He put his hand in the water and began to make ripples, as if searching for some sign or message on the surface.

The soldiers watched with curiosity as the lord played with the water, not understanding what was happening. "What is the lord doing?" asked one of the soldiers, confused and intrigued. The other soldier shrugged, also not understanding.

"Dude, I don't think he's just playing around. There has to be something there," said one of the soldiers uncertainly, watching Remy moving his fingers inside the lake.

"I can't believe he'd waste his time just playing around, man. There has to be something," the other soldier replied, visibly intrigued by the situation.

Remy continued to make delicate movements in the water, forming small ripples. Suddenly, a group of golden fish with silver scales emerged from the depths of the lake and approached Remy's finger curiously.

"Hello, my little friends, how are you?" Remy asked the fish in a gentle and kind tone. "Have you seen anything around here?"

One of the soldiers, attentive to the scene, noticed something peculiar: "Is he talking?" The other soldiers also noticed that Remy was moving his lips, but no sound was coming out.

"Yes, I'm seeing it too," replied the other soldier, perplexed by the situation.

"Thanks, friends, see you later!" Remy said goodbye to the fish, which swam away. He stood up, since he was crouching. Remy placed his right hand on his chin, thinking about something.

"Was it just me, or did I see him waving at something?" one of the soldiers spoke, looking at Remy, who was pensive.

"I think we all saw what just happened," another soldier agreed.

"Did they change their route?" Remy asked, pensive. The English soldiers were not on the roads leading to Orleans, and from what the fish said, they also did not pass through the Loire River. Remy thought about where these English soldiers could be going.

"Guillaume, come here please," called Remy, one of the soldiers, to approach him. The soldier he called ran to get to him.

"Yes, my lord!" replied Guillaume, respectfully. He is a tall man, 1.80m tall, with short black hair and brown eyes.

"Yes, lord!" replied Guillaume respectfully. He was a tall man, standing at 1.80m, with short black hair and brown eyes.

"I want you to walk along the banks of the Loire River and see if there are any boats or English soldiers," said Rémy, patting Guillaume's shoulder. "If you see anything suspicious or any English soldiers, come back here immediately. Don't take any risks," Rémy concluded. He didn't want to see the men with him dying.

"Yes, lord!" Guillaume replied excitedly, as most of the time he only fought and never had anything important to do. Even though what Rémy had asked him to do wasn't extremely important, it was enough for Guillaume.

Guillaume went to do what Rémy had asked him to do with a smile on his face. Rémy looked at the soldier's coast he had sent to check if there were any boats or English soldiers.

"Hm... Lord! Who were you talking to...?" asked one of the soldiers, confused by the situation where Rémy began talking to the surface of the water.

"There were some little fish there, I just greeted them," Rémy replied, not giving much importance to the soldier's question. The soldier was surprised, as Rémy didn't usually talk much with them.

"Sir... do you talk to animals?" asked the soldier, hesitantly and afraid that Rémy might do something to him because of the question.

"What? Hahaha. Have you ever seen anyone talking to fish before?" asked Rémy, laughing and holding his belly while he kept his legs firm to not fall on the ground.

The soldier who asked the question blushed, as apparently Rémy talked to the fish just for talking, without necessarily understanding what they said.

"I just talked to the fish because I saw them nearby and felt like talking. Don't overthink it, Jacque," explained Rémy. Jacque, who was 1.70m tall, had blonde hair that went down to his neck, light brown eyes, and a fit body, remained silent, avoiding offending Rémy with his words.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I thought..." said Jacque, interrupting himself before offending Rémy.

"What did you think? That I talk to fish?" Rémy asked, raising an eyebrow with a smile on his face, amused by the situation. Of course, Rémy wouldn't confirm that he could talk to animals.

"I thought you talked to fish, that your spear seemed magical," Jacque said, somewhat hesitantly. However, his shoulders relaxed, and his face showed signs of relief.

"You think my spear is magical?" Rémy asked, curious to know what the soldiers thought of him now that he possessed a magical weapon. Would they classify him as a wizard? But it wouldn't be news to him since there were rumors that he was a demon.

"Yes, sir. When you lost your eye, the spear seemed to stop the bleeding as soon as you took it in your hand," explained Jacque, now more confident that he would not be punished for talking too much.

"Well, if you think it's magical, then it is. I just hope you don't consider me a demon," Rémy joked, laughing. In truth, he never cared much about what people said about him.

"Nonsense, sir. We admire you," exclaimed Jacque firmly. The other four soldiers nodded, showing respect for Rémy.

The other soldiers in the group, besides Jacque and Guillaume, who had left to perform a task given by Rémy, were: Pierre, a tall man standing at 1.90m who unfortunately had been affected by baldness, making him bald. He was extremely muscular, and his face always seemed serious, with dark brown eyes. Antoine was short, only 1.60m, and was considered small compared to the others in the group. He had red hair, green eyes, and a normal face but seemed to be a very serious person. The other soldier was Griffin, with short white hair that drew attention. Most of the soldiers in the camp avoided him, thinking he was some sort of cursed human because of his hair color. He was 1.80m tall, skinny, but had an athletic physique. His eyes were dark brown and penetrating. The last soldier in the group was François, the only one who used a bow. He was 1.70m tall, had long hair of a strange color that resembled purple. Along with Griffin, he was one of the soldiers who was avoided by the others in the camp.

"François, I've never seen you shoot with a bow. Would you mind showing me? I'm interested in learning to shoot as well," said Rémy, looking at the soldiers with purple hair.

"Seriously? It would be an honor for me," replied François, excitedly holding his bow. He took an arrow and placed it on the bow, aiming at a leaf on a tree 20 meters away. Breathing deeply and concentrating, François pulled the string with force, using the sight to shoot. The arrow cut through the air and hit the leaf in a matter of seconds. The other soldiers smiled confidently, knowing that François was good with the bow.

Realizing that Rémy was paying close attention, François became even more excited to show off his talent. Pulling the string harder, he shot with precision, hitting the leaf again.

"Impressive," said Rémy, clearly impressed with François's talent. François smiled, happy to be recognized by Rémy.

"You're the best, François!" Griffin said, grabbing François's neck and messing up his purple hair with his right hand.

"Let me go, Griffin. Mind your manners in front of Sir Rémy," scolded François, removing Griffin's arm from his neck and apologizing to Rémy for Griffin's behavior.

"Don't worry about it. I don't mind. I think it's better for you all to have fun than to be sad," said Rémy, lightly punching François's shoulder, surprising him. All the soldiers were surprised by how freely Rémy spoke with them.

Pierre was curious and excited about Sir Rémy's strength. He approached him and asked enthusiastically, "Sir Rémy, I noticed you're quite strong. Would you mind having a demonstration of strength?"

Rémy, with a smile, replied, "For me, I don't see a problem," putting his spear behind his back. Pierre did the same with his lance and went in front of Rémy, ready for the challenge.

"So, how do you want to test your strength?" asked Rémy, curious about how Pierre planned to test his own strength.

"Well, the way I usually test my strength is by throwing a punch..." Pierre hesitated, unsure if Rémy would accept.

"For me, it's okay. You can start," replied Rémy, excited to see how strong Pierre was. Pierre raised his hand, squeezed it tightly, and his veins bulged, pulsing in his arm. He threw a punch with all his might, hitting Rémy's arm, which he used to defend himself. Pierre was surprised that Rémy didn't budge or show any signs of pain. The power of the punch seemed to have been absorbed by the knight's arm.

Pierre knew how strong he was and that no one, at least that he knew of, could withstand his punches. But now he was about to see someone else's strength, which made him a little nervous. "Now it's my turn," said Rémy, taking a step forward. Pierre prepared for impact, but before he could do anything, Rémy's punch passed so quickly by Pierre's face that his eyes couldn't keep up. The sound of the punch was deafening, and the force was enough to make Pierre stagger backwards.

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