Chapter III

Opening the door, there was a scene of debauchery that was no worse than before. Monica is sitting astride someone who should be responsible for guarding her, while another caretaker is hugging the completely naked and promiscuous woman from behind.

"What are you... doing!" The angry voice came from the owner of this house.

"Lord Festulena..." Two lowly transformed orcs quickly left the woman's side, shaking their hands and heads vigorously. They said, "Don't do our business, it's the lady who lured us..."

The angry and distrustful gaze seemed to spark and devour others, as John Carroll approached the two irresponsible guys who had retreated out of fear step by step.

"Hahaha!" The silver bell like laughter gave a strange feeling. "Why are you angry? I'm just doing what I usually do with you. Oh~Isn't it because I wasn't there to appreciate and you're not satisfied? Haha..." The woman sitting on the ground leaned against the bed, hysterical laughter kept coming out.

A pleading voice came from the mouths of the two innocent people, "Lord Festus.". John Carroll just gave a fierce glare and said, "How long will that filthy thing of yours last! Disappear, you filthy things!"

A spell like remark made the two transformed orcs roar wildly. The next moment was the exploded body and the lazy bloodstains on the ground.

Monica seemed paralyzed, still smiling at the scene. The extremely angry man is slowly approaching.

"Knock! Knock! Knock! John Carroll, should we take care of the business first?" Sally, standing by the door, used her own voice to create a knocking sound effect to attract the attention of the angry man.

"What are you doing!" With a cold tone, her gaze remained locked on the naked woman with several red wolf claw scratches on her body.

"The Knights' Order of Shaobo, under the command of the Catholic Papal Office, has arrived, with over 500 members."

"Is the Knights specifically fighting against us?" John Carroll shifted his gaze to the heavy curtain cloth. "Do you still choose a special time in the morning to entertain us?"

Two consecutive questions have not been answered. Sally on the side knew very well that it was just one of the many habits of this man, and he never needed anyone's answer. And sitting on the ground, Monica didn't care about anything else, just replaced her original laughter with intermittent sneers to mock herself.

"How should we deal with her?"

John Carroll turned around and moved to the door to stop. "Let her put on her clothes and take them with her." The concise sentence is like a command that doesn't give anyone a chance to react, and those who hear it just need to do it. The speaker should never listen and think too much.

"Yes."

A huge number of five hundred people crowded into a luxurious mansion at the same time, forming several small teams to sweep the entire mansion, while the largest team advanced towards the basement.

Faced with such organized and conscious high-level vampires, they always know how to hide in places without sunlight and fight against others. So in this long struggle, how to use the opponent's excessive high vampire consciousness to lure them to places where sunlight is easily shining, or guide the light to their location, has become an important issue.

In such a big house, vampires naturally wait in the basement for the arrival of the enemy. The transformed orcs who are not afraid of the sun are scattered in every corner of the house. Although their power is not strong during the day, it is not fun to underestimate the destructive power of their guerrilla warfare.

Consolidating the rear, providing emergency treatment for injured individuals in favor of the clergy medical unit to continue the fighting ability, or singing hymns to bless the knights to increase morale, are all the battle formulas for the successful victory of the Shaobo Knights. For this reason, it is necessary to sweep away dispersed enemies. Moreover, in a cramped space, there must not be many people participating in the battle at the same time, so it is normal for the extra manpower to carry out other tasks. This is also one of the reasons why they led a large number of people to encircle and suppress monsters.

Today, as usual, there were battles between knights wearing royal blue armor and unmodified orcs in various parts of the house, while the spacious basement was home to many highly destructive vampires.

"Today is your day of death, vampire John Carroll." The leading blue heavy knight held a giant sword and pointed towards the group of monsters on the other side that looked like humans.

John Carroll walked forward nonchalantly, speaking slowly in his usual calm tone, "Ladies and gentlemen of the Knights' Order, this war that has lasted for decades has yet to come to an end. Why waste your lives? Back before the formal start of the struggle, isn't that peace that does not interfere with each other good?"

The vampires behind looked at everything in front of them with a relaxed expression. I don't know how many times they have seen such scenes in their long lives. Under the leadership of John Carroll, they were also accustomed to such an opening. Everyone knows that their leader John Carroll always responds with such a tone, as if the opponent is going to die themselves, and the killer is also very reluctant to take action.

The eloquence of both sides continued. In the vampire camp, Monica saw familiar figures' Is that him Under the opened helmet, the handsome face was like a lover who had left his hometown, but the cold expression and gaze he had never seen before made him uncertain. The trembling hand held the hilt of the sword, and his gaze did not deviate from the leading knight and John Carroll. The imminent battle situation made the knight unable to relax.

Just as Monica was in a contradiction of wanting more clues to confirm the other person's identity, but also afraid of being seen clearly by the other person, the debate in the center of the field seemed to be coming to an end.

"Don't say much more, damn heretics who threaten human life. Your only path is death. I hope the judgment in hell can bring you endless pain."

"So, you just don't want to let us go. So... go to hell!" The simple three words opened up a battle between the two sides.

Under the strange power of the vampire, the effectiveness of the heavy armor is reduced to the lowest, and the wielding giant sword can only have small victories that sweep the opponent. In the narrow battlefield, individual strength is clearly inferior to the human population of the opponent. However, the successive advantages in numbers and fighting spirit also make the powerful vampires, who are opponents, feel slightly overwhelmed.

The battle in the center of the field continued, while the vampires waiting in the rear, led by Sally, quietly watched every move in the field. "Something's wrong~" Sally muttered to herself. It is difficult to have an explanation for the opponent's meaningless act of sending them to death, unless it is not 'meaningless'.

When a deadly light shot into the basement, the first non human cry woke up all the vampires in battle.

"Damn it! You're actually preparing a mirror." John Carroll, who had just taken off his head, didn't have time to throw away his things and stared at the large mirror placed at the entrance of the basement in hatred. When he realized that the angle of the mirror was adjusting towards him, the head in his hand was thrown out immediately.

The broken mirror only brings insignificant small scars to the people next to it. The backup mirror is about to be set up, and John Carroll has reorganized the vampire front, preparing to retreat.

"Sally, you lead the others away first, and then we'll follow."

Under the action of the mechanism, a hidden door appeared on the wall. Sally beckoned the vampires who had not participated in the battle to leave. And under Sally's pull, Monica also advanced towards the secret door.

In the other room, there were many carriages and attendants on standby, and the vampires hurriedly squeezed into the carriages with good light shielding. Sally also opened the backlit exit and guided the fully seated carriage away.

As carriages drove in sequence towards the exit slope, the battle had already begun in the room where the carriages were parked. The Shaobo knights sensed the vampire's intentions, so as long as they could get close to the carriage, they would wave a few swords to destroy the complete shading of the carriage.

At this moment, Sally pulled Monica to a carriage, and by the time she forcefully pushed her into the carriage, Knight Shaobo had already arrived by her side. The short sword thrown pierced Monica's abdomen.

Picking up the long sword prepared in the carriage, Sally turned around and swung away the sword wielded by the knight, then added a foot to force the opponent back a few steps. Sally, holding a long sword alone, just glanced back and closed the car door after saying, "You won't be fine, let's go first!".

Before Monica could react, the carriage had already rushed out. The unbalanced body fell into the seat, and the swaying body and dark carriage seemed to tell her about the uncertainty of the future. The shouts of killing and the sound of swords clashing outside were like things happening in another world, gradually moving away.

After walking for a while, the carriage suddenly shook vigorously, and a waiter outside heard a voice: "Miss, please sit still. A few humans have caught up with the horse. We should be able to shake off each other."

Like comforting words, but Monica, who was sitting in her seat, didn't care much about whether she had escaped. Even she didn't know whether it was better not to escape or to escape. Time and time again, the body shook violently, and the wounds caused by the short sword inserted into the abdomen continued to bleed.

"I still have blood to shed..." The hand pressed on the abdomen felt the warmth of its own blood, and self deprecating words blurted out. The consciousness that was already far away began to daydream.

Suddenly, the driver's mournful cry came from outside the carriage, followed by the entire carriage losing balance and tilting to one side. The still advancing momentum caused the carriage to rub against the ground and produce violent vibrations, and the woman sitting inside fainted as a result

"Is she okay?"

"Hehe hehe~She just had a small dagger stuck in her stomach, how could there be anything wrong?"

"Why?"

"Because... she, like us..."

"Who? Who is it?"

Wake up from the bed at night. Although Monica's reaction was not as intense as before, she still stared ahead in confusion as she sat in bed. "Dreams? It's memories from the past..."

Slowly getting out of bed, pulling up a chair and sitting on the balcony, lying on the railing, looking at Platinum City under the moonlight. The house, reflecting moonlight, may not have a lively atmosphere, but it brings a sense of tranquility. Monica is in such an environment, playing with the pots of flowers and plants next to her.

"What's going on lately? I keep dreaming about the past..."

The woman who was talking to herself looked up at the moon, and the clear moonlight reappeared in Monica's pupils. "Is today the moment when the smallest moon is full?"

From the shining full moon's pupils, Monica began to feel the excitement of her blood accelerating, and gradually the sound of her heart beating also reached her ears. She laughed out loud. Why laugh? I don't know, she only knows that her mood has inexplicably improved. Joy surged into her heart, and a bloodline that wanted to be forgotten returned to her subconscious in the most natural form.

Knight, the name of a warrior who was originally dedicated to combat in the Western world of the continent. Against this backdrop, having eighteen different martial arts skills is not a rare thing. Being able to draw a bow and shoot arrows; Waving a chain hammer and swinging a giant axe to greet the enemy; Riding on warhorses, wielding long spears, weaving through enemy lines; There are even some basic healing knowledge, which are essential abilities for becoming a knight in an advanced profession at the professional level.

But in this adventurous era of various professions flooding the mainland, it is not so easy to find a group of knights composed entirely of knights. Most knights are hybrid knights composed of various professions such as wizards, archers, warriors, mercenaries, and so on, and knights have also fallen from their high status on the front line of combat professions.

Based on this, the most powerful hybrid knights in mainland history are undoubtedly the Black Sheep Knights about thirteen years ago, whose almost omnipotent strength and tactical application are not something that only knights with certain characteristics can resist.

But the Pure Knights were truly the backbone of society in the old days. A unified belief, training, and tactical application are indispensable in a complete country. The thick armor and majestic lineup have also left a deep impression on the history of the mainland. When there were still multiple countries on the mainland, the confrontation between legions usually only required a comparison of the main knightly order belonging to the legion, and one could roughly distinguish between them.

The only thing that can compete with it is the Eastern Warrior Group, which has a similar situation. In multiple confrontations, there are victories and defeats, but neither side can completely dominate the other. This is also one of the reasons why Eastern and Western cultures still have their own unique characteristics that have been passed down to the present day. In contrast, the southeastern and southwestern regions of the mainland are able to retain their own culture, which is the result of dense river terrain and vast desert terrain, respectively.

After the Black Sheep Cataclysm, the first city to adopt the old era group organization was the city of Paulus on the northern continent, and its Black Lancer Knights had 750 knights at its peak. But it can only be blamed for causing inhumanity. In two battles, these 750 elites disappeared from the mainland. The first battle was when they encountered the soul of the Black Sheep, and the second battle was when they encountered the Seven Warriors who turned the Black Sheep into a soul.

The second pure knight order has also appeared. As the highest ranking imperial knight of the Old Nassian Dynasty, the guest minister Tiriya? E? Organized by the Russian authorities, Platinum City has expanded the Jaguar Knights to a total of 700 people.

Based on the original 160 knights as the backbone, along with 400 formal knights and 140 newly added novice knights at the junior level, they are divided into groups 1, 2, and 3. Before following Eleanor out of Buckingham, Tiriya left behind all the formal knightly training methods, organizational forms, and the dogmas that old knights must follow. Therefore, Platinum City became a truly powerful city-state in the Northern Land.

The main factor that made Buckingham stronger was the exposure of Countess Avon and her seven samurai identity. The public release of this resounding name not only stimulated the population growth and development of various industries in Platinum City. It also made other city states have the intention to belong to it, and the tribute goods were enough to support the army of seven hundred people who were not engaged in production.

The Countess, who witnessed all of this happening and was also the cause of it, reacted simply, "What! Today's dinner is steak! No, I haven't had foie gras for a long time. What! Ah! That's not my business."

But the accompanying problems should not be underestimated. The result of population growth is a deterioration of public security, and the Jaguar Knights have also increased their numbers based on this reason, but the surge in numbers also raises concerns about their quality. Except for one group of former members of the Jaguar Knights who were particularly well behaved, the second group and a small number of members of the third group all have high self-esteem. However, an average Lv of around 10 among 700 people is also a rare level on the mainland, as advanced knight professions are not easily obtainable.

Among the travelers traveling in the city, the number of people who came to challenge under the name of Muqi Warrior is definitely not less than that of Muming, just to see the princess. The Jaguar Knights, who patrol the city every day, also have to deal with many challengers for their Countess. Although some have defeated the second and third groups of the Jaguar Knights, no one has yet defeated the first group. However, this is exactly what outsiders criticize, and there are even two or three groups criticizing one group for "lacking chivalry." The reason is that one group's methods are indeed unfair

However, the actual mastermind of Buckingham made it clear: before fighting the Countess, please defeat all the Jaguar Knights. Because in terms of the death toll of Black Sheep, only knocking down a mere 700 people is not yet a minimum requirement.

Based on the above reasons, the practical experience accumulated by the Jaguar Knights is much faster than that of mercenary groups specialized in eliminating thieves. Because every day there is a battle in Platinum City, and everyone gradually becomes accustomed to it.

On this day, there were also people from unknown places shouting around the city, thinking that the Countess who was hiding was not as strong as rumored. The Jaguar Knight in charge of patrols also appeared in front of the other party.

The heavy armor does not diminish its sense of oppression just because it is green. The exquisite cloak is like showing off the orthodoxy of one's knightly lineage, while the shiny sword is tied around the waist. A medium-sized shield is just right to cover half of their body, and the profile pattern of a leopard leaping indicates their identity. From the numbers under the leopard, it can be inferred that this is a patrol team consisting of two people in groups and three people in groups.

"Call the Princess of the Seven Samurai out and see how my Lv17 hunter's strength has made her flee in despair."

"Sir, you should already know the precedent. Do you need us to repeat it?"

"Is it enough to knock you down? Draw your sword! I'll let you attack first! The losers who lost to you before were just trying to challenge them because their martial arts were not up to par."

"Really..." There was a hint of disappointment as two Jaguar riders in a group rushed forward, holding their shields.

The hunter, caught off guard by the attack, watched helplessly as two shields gripped him, and then the pain from his shins and neck made him lose consciousness.

"Ah~Even characters who don't need us to draw their swords dare to come. How many are these today?"

"I forgot. After going out for a walk, I knocked down many people. It's a bit complicated to handle the aftermath."

"Mmm, senior..." The three interns in the third group who stood at the back only walked up at this moment.

"Oh! Drag this guy to the shade, he just fainted."

Watching the two riders team up and use such tactics to defeat their opponents, the apprentice knights showed a little bit of defiance. The task of dragging the other party to the roadside and continuing their patrol.

The prosperous scene of coming and going is not so easy to see in the eyes of novice knights. One of the apprentice knights gritted his teeth and asked, "Senior, why did you use that kind of means to defeat others?"

The two people in the front row stopped and turned their heads to look at the back. The three apprentice knights were startled, thinking that something troublesome was coming. But after watching for a while, the two of them turned around and continued on the road without saying anything.

The silence lasted for a while before a voice broke the deadlock. "If you can't stand our group's approach, you can request to be with the people of the second group. Anyway, the Count doesn't mean that your apprentice knights can freely choose the guiding objects to follow."

"That's not what you said, senior." "Yes! Actually, you can defeat others without that kind of means. Why don't you use more beautiful techniques? It's just a level of opponent!"

"Is there anything wrong with doing this? It's better than encountering opponents who can't win even after being surrounded by eighty knights. What's the use of placing too much emphasis on meaningless honors? What's wrong with following an easy path if you can easily solve it?"

"How could there be that kind of person..." A trainee knight felt something was wrong just as he finished speaking. A group of knights quickly responded, "Who do you think you're following? Countess Avon is one of the Seven Warriors!"

"Is there really that much difference? No!" said a novice knight disdainfully.

"When you have faced a situation where you can only choose between life and honor, let's talk about us! Faced with that guy, everyone just wants to suffer less, and no one has ever dreamed of knocking him down! Do you know that feeling?" One of the silent members of the group then spoke up.

"That guy?"

"Jess!" "Falcon!" The two members in a group who spoke at the same time stared at each other.

A trainee knight muttered in confusion, "Jess? Falcon?"

"Ah~The same person! You don't have to think too much."

After understanding the meaning of the words, the three apprentice knights excitedly approached and asked, "Senior, you have also seen the falcon among the seven warriors! That's great!"

"Believe me, if you were also present, you would never say such things."

"Senior, what is their strength really like?"

After listening to the question, the group thought for a while before saying, "Falcon, Countess, and the Grand Mage who is currently staying in the city as guests, Miss Monica H. Fislow, I can only say that their strength is not bottomed out. After seeing their power, there is no sense of arrogance, nor dare there be. After witnessing their battle again, probably no one has the courage to resist them."

"Are they really that strong...?"

"They are like ghostly characters, so terrifying, so powerful," said another group.

"A ghostly character?" With a tone of confirmation but with a thousand questions, only because they saw a roadside stall selling small accessories.

"So cute! This one too, this one too..."

"It's pretty good. If there were more colors, it would be even better."

I only saw large pig puppets and bear puppets standing next to the stall, selecting hair accessories. And the people coming and going were pointing and nodding.

"Are they really strong?" a trainee knight asked with a silly gaze.

"Mmm~this... Mmm~that... ah! Countess Avon, Miss Fezlow."

The pig and bear puppets walked over with a very happy expression when they saw the Jaguar riders. The pig puppets happily said, "Don't call me Countess, call me lovely Miss Pig now."

"Ah... yes, lovely Miss Pig..."