Lizard Rider

The Komodo, a disgusting lizard that is terrifying in the wild. In the hands of knighthood, those carnivorous lizards are transformed into combat mounts. With a body sized of a bufalo, Komodo can lift a lot of stuff, wear a plate armor, and with agility rivaling that of a deer, they are good travelers. Their claws, teeth, snarls, scaly skin, and the stench of the dead, strike terror into hearts of everyone around them.

There a five of them, and each being mounted by five man in white robes with embroiled blue Frankia sigil. They were the Lizard Riders, a fast-moving troop of the KnightHood of Europe.

Three of them cut through the crowd of hunters in front of the Tavern.

One of them said, "We would like to enlist the help of the hunters here, to be our guides to Switzerland. Is anyone willing? Don't worry, we will pay handsomely for your services." He arrogantly threw a bag of coins on the ground.

For aristocrats like them, hunters were nothing more than barbarians. Lowly people who could be bought cheaply.

Some of the hunters out there did work with a money orientation. But to some hunters, the conduct of that man, sickening them. They hated seeing arrogant aristocrats the most, in no time the Lizard Riders became a hated group in Orzon village.

"How arrogant of you, throwing bags of money like that. You think you're so great?"

Lizard Rider grinned down at the man before him. "Shut up, proletariat. Take that money and guide us to Switzerland."

Hunter spat in the face of Lizard Rider, a great insult to the nobles. "Take that coin away, and go to hell."

"Insolent fool." A double-barreled pistol came out of Lizard Rider cape, ready to spew bullets.