"Get away, get away!"
"Lowly and unclean ones, Master Knight is coming, get away!"
Under the gloomy sky, three to five servants lashed their whips, driving away the refugees who hadn't had time to move to the side of the road.
Welts half an inch deep hung with blurred flesh, and the unfortunate soul's family cried out, dragging them aside in the stench of blood.
The leading knight flew the banner of Duke Kush, and beneath the bird-beak helmet, his face could not be seen.
This should be the liege lord Horn and Qianqian saw the day before yesterday who went to support Joan of Arc Castle, possibly a baron or count.
Upon reaching the entrance to the camp, some farmers decorating the fences with wildflowers saw the Master Knight and quickly dodged aside, not daring to come close.
Only Jils, holding a small basket, forced a smile and approached despite her fear: "Welcome, esteemed Knight."
