Chapter 20 20. Art
A perfect strike! Clean and crisp! Sharp!
He tried to shake the blood off the blade, but in the moonlight, Daquus couldn't see a trace of blood. He didn't know if it was due to his superb technique or the quality of the blade's material.
Daxus adjusted himself and took a few steps before finally finding a good position.
"Ryan, come here."
Ryan walked over and asked, "Sir?"
"Come here and stand with me."
Ryan moved over slowly. Although he was a little bold, he was not bold enough to think that he could stand with Darkus.
"grown ups?"
"Look! This is the angle. Include the confrontation between me and Bassetin." He pointed at Bassetin lying on the ground. "Then include you and the crow on my shoulder. The bleak green of Morserib in the night sky, the village with flames behind us, and the shadow behind Bassetin. Got it?"
It's amazing. Maybe Ryan's ancestors came from the Kingdom of Charis? In Naggaroth, a land with a long tradition of art and a very poor environment, he can actually paint.
Ryan thought for a moment, then nodded seriously and said, "I understand, sir. I'll sketch out the framework after we get on board. If you're satisfied, I'll paint it after we return to Clarkaronde."
"Don't mess with me, draw Lilith and pull my hair."
"Sir, I dare not, I dare not."
Daxus walked back to the ripping claw, took off his arm guard, and began to reload the flintlock rifle.
"The Bretonnian cavalry is the best in the Old World. Not the kind we had this afternoon, but cavalry composed entirely of senior knights. If we're not careful, we, the Ebon Claw, might have to clash with them soon."
Upon hearing this, Ryan remained silent, but instead looked at his brother. Franais said carefully, "Sir, although we are not afraid of a one-on-one fight, what if the other side has too many people?"
"Look at what you said. Run! What else?"
Alyssa took the initiative to ride on the dark Pegasus and flew over the village to let the group of soldiers who were still looking for fun come out. She was not afraid of being smoked.
Daquus put on his arm guards and helmet again, looked at Alyssa flying in the air, and shook his head.
The village's Druki soldiers began to form a line and march out of the village. They drove over fifty brand-new slaves, including the blacksmith and Alan's brother. There were also two carts pulled by horses, loaded with chickens, ducks, and geese, and several soldiers were driving pigs and cows.
Dacus pondered, "This poor village probably doesn't even have a gold ecu. As for deniers and pennies, what good are they? They're useless, so I'll just chew them. Should I just abandon the spoils and start profiting? What will those Druzes say about me when I get back? They'll say I was scared away and didn't even see any trace of the enemy."
The gold ecu is Bretonnia's gold coin, elegantly simple and weighing about the same as the Imperial crown. The obverse features a profile of Gilles le Bateau, the "Uniter," Bretonnia's founder, while the reverse features the iconic image of Gilles slaying a dragon. The silver denier even has the wrong date of Gilles's death printed on it. As for the bronze-tin penny, I won't go into it; you can't buy a shirt for nine pounds and fifteen pence anyway.
Summoning the Scourge Walker Chariot, Dacus began to instruct, "For a while, you'll stay behind the group and conduct reconnaissance. Keep an eye on the north, as cavalry may be approaching. Blow the horn immediately upon sighting them. The rest is up to you. Be careful."
As for the tank, it will attack when it sees an opportunity, and run or hang on when there is no opportunity. It is very flexible.
"Edmund! Kill the pigs and cows and put the best meat in the cart. Be careful when you march, as there may be cavalry coming soon."
There were many experts in the Druchi army, and they dealt with the pigs and cows in minutes. Dakuus and his two brothers started eating with the cold lizards, preparing for the possible battle that might follow.
The team began to turn around.
There was indeed a cavalry unit to the north. This Royal Cavalry consisted of eleven knights, their families in carriages, and a number of retainers. These knights had just returned from a wedding in Sorel. As they walked along the official road, they suddenly saw a billowing cloud of smoke rising into the sky in the distance, interspersed with flames.
The knights stopped to watch.
A knight said, "Is that Avignon over there?" Then he looked at a knight in the team, because that was the fiefdom under his jurisdiction.
The other knights also looked at him, and the knight's mouth trembled a little as he said, "Yes, that is Avignon."
"Have all the greenskins around here been cleared out, Beastmen?"
"They must be beastmen. It's too green tonight. Those bandits are incapable of attacking Avignon. These peasants don't even have decent weapons."
"Could it be those Druki pirates?"
"Why come to a place like this when there are so many coastal villages to visit? There's nothing in Avignon."
"That's fine, I agree."
"Beastmen too, I think."
The knights were discussing, while the leader was still thinking and preparing to make a decision.
"Get on armor! Let's go take a look!"
The leading knight said to his attendants, "I will escort the ladies to the nearest castle, and then you can follow."
The servants who helped the knight put on his armor all agreed.
The ladies opened the doors of their carriages and watched their husbands or fathers say goodbye to them.
The knights looked confident, as if the fruits of victory were already in their mouths and the goddess of the lake was smiling at them.
Gondar was a famous adventuring knight from Le Angoulême.
He relinquished all personal possessions and all inheritance rights to his domains. He appointed another knight to manage and protect his domains, prioritizing exploration. The rest of his life would be filled with trials and tribulations that would sharpen his mind, body, and soul. In his long quest for the Holy Grail, Gondar traveled extensively across Bretonnia, engaging in battles and participating in the defense of Coeronne during his first two years. The path he chose was a difficult one: he vowed never to sleep in the same place twice, and would not abandon his search as long as he lived.
He looked mighty and brutal, with a scruffy beard, worn armor stained with blood, and a tattered coat and cloak. He wielded a massive two-handed knight's sword and rode a tall, powerful Bretonnian warhorse, with gear, weapons, parchments, and scripture slung across its saddlebags.
He didn't rest tonight, but instead searched relentlessly. He knew the rising of Morsrib was a sign of the Beastmen's rise, and that they would wreak havoc tonight. He saw the flames rising to the sky in the distance, and he vowed to make those freaks pay with blood!
I am good at cooking, but I code very slowly.
The first round of recommendations will be on Sunday, and I haven’t saved any drafts yet.
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