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Old World, Brittany, Baron Jean Jean, Redfish Village north of the Chinon River. . . Please see the most complete! Novel!

In early October, in late autumn, the temperature began to gradually become colder, and the winter in Bretania was approaching.

The autumn breeze is bleak, the forests are all dyed, and the fields have a long breath coming through its broad'chest'. The slopes and dams are like clear water, and the autumn harvest has basically ended. The tax officer from the knight has already All the grain that should be harvested was harvested, leaving a barely visible harvest. The serfs began to chop wood and grind flour. At the same time, they had to plow the land again to prepare for the sowing of winter wheat.

The cultivation of winter wheat requires a lot of manpower and a certain amount of ‘fertilizer’, and most of the grain that is grown is owned by the lord, so the serfs are generally not very ‘active’ in cultivating winter wheat.

Fortunately, the tax system set by the lord is seven taxes. The tax set by the holy grail knight master is not very heavy. The serfs will still be able to leave something when they work actively, plus the sermons of the Church of Mercy, the "female" gods, and the serfs know how to use them. Plant ash and or livestock manure fertilize farmland.

Of course, the most'fat' horse manure also requires money. The serfs have to go to the local knight lords to serve for two to three days every week. At the cost of this, they exchange the right to use the mill and some special tools. After hard labor, the knight master allows the serfs to bring a small portion of the fruits back to their homes, depending on the situation. For example, after cutting wood, the lord allows the serfs to bring a bundle of firewood back to their homes. How much they can carry depends on the serfs. How much strength, if the serfs were greedy to take too much, causing the wood to fall on the ground or unable to walk, it was deemed disqualified.

There is a big ranger knight in Redfish Village. This is something everyone in the village knows. The villagers generally call him Mr. Anglang. It is said that this big knight is the brother of Lord Ryan, Lord of the Holy Grail. He came here to join him after committing something, so the villagers were a little afraid of him.

This ranger knight is always a little different. For many years, serfs have rarely seen knights who personally farmed the ground, nor have they seen such a tough knight master, who led the army in the territory to join the knight. After the Taoist War, the little Redfish Village actually became the place under the jurisdiction of the Lord Anglang.

The life of the Lord Cavalier is very regular. He often works at sunrise and rests at sunset. Every morning, the Lord Cavalier will get up and'bed', and then run to the Chinon River and directly water himself with cold water. Many serfs watched. Feeling cold, the knight master yelled with joy. By the way, he would pat the water of the Chinon River with his hands. Many live fish would be shot directly out of the river and brought home by the knight master.

The knight master is so strong that he doesn't need people to serve him so much. The thick tree that the four people hug was chopped with an axe and then taken home by himself. A lot of farmland is under his command. After being developed by irrigation, he also raised a lot of'fat' pigs and'chickens' ducks and geese, and patiently made feed for them. Under his leadership, the Redfish Village had a new atmosphere, and the knight masters Working so hard, under his strict supervision, the serfs did not dare to be lazy. This year's maturity is good, and Hongyu Village has a bumper harvest.

The harvest in the village and the many big ‘fat’ pigs quickly aroused the coveting of robbers and rogue knights nearby, who broke into the Red Fish Village on a black and windy night for a month.

Then, no more.

Three "waves" of robbers and rogue knights came one after another. These people disappeared silently after entering the Red Fish Village. Since then, no one has seen them again, only knowing that some of the serfs who worked hard have been allocated. With few used weapons and equipment, adult male'sex' are armed.

From then on, serving the knight’s master sometimes turned into receiving the knight’s master’s armed training. The serfs took part in the training with the captured weapons. Starting from the basic walking queue and spear thrusting, the knight’s rigorous training made a lot of The serfs complained so much. Every time they participated in the training, the serfs felt like graves.

The knight master likes to watch them grieving. He usually doesn't say much. The best young guy in training can always get some'meat' from him. He thinks of the hard work of service and training. Almost, the days of the serfs are over, at least there are some rewards.

After witnessing the master knight grabbing the tails of two bisons and domesticating them from the forest, the serfs became numb. Anyway, our master knight is invincible and does not impose heavy taxes on us. It's still going to go on.

One day in the late autumn, Hongyu Village ushered in an unexpected visitor.

This uninvited guest with long white hair and a white shawl is riding a workhorse. There are many bags hanging on both sides of the workhorse. There is also the head of a blood-sucking beast. The uninvited guest is carrying two swords behind his back, a silver sword and a silver sword. The steel sword was wearing a fire gun around his waist, and he was wearing a scale armor and cloak that was convenient and easy to move, but it was damaged in many places.

When the villagers saw him, they began to steal ‘private [interesting novel www.youquxiaoshuo.com]’.

"That's not the master knight on mission, that's a demon hunter!"

"What did the demon hunter do when he came to this place?"

"Oh my god, this **** mutant! They will bring bad luck wherever they go! I really hope he didn't come to investigate."

"Go and inform the villagers!"

A few serfs hurriedly ran towards the depths of the village. The remaining serfs looked suspiciously at the demon hunter, but were there any particularly obvious hostility.

Demon hunters are everywhere, all over the mainland. Many churches cooperate with demon hunters organizations. However, as mentioned earlier, the status of demon hunters is a bit embarrassing, so they are not welcomed. Many humans use them. Looked at them with suspicion and fear.

Because once the village is found to be corrupted, the demon hunter is likely to take extreme measures for this reason.

The age of this demon hunter looks like thirty, his face is relatively young, his face is already covered with scars, especially the scar from the eyebrows to the cheeks is particularly horrible, he saw the theft of'privateness' among the villagers He was silent, but he still came to the sign of the village, wanting to see what tasks he could take on recently.

There is only one notice on the notice board, which is the legend about the red ‘color’ blood knight.

In the night of Brittany, there are often undead knights who are full of blood, holding shields and holding lances. These undead knights may be followers of the blood red duke, maybe not, they are wearing There is a red'color' dragon's coat of arms, but the armor is covered with patterns of death and slayers. What they held in their hands was a fallen weapon. These weapons were engraved with dark amulet, carved with evil metal, painted with patterns of beasts, and stinking all over their bodies, constantly attacking the village.

They call themselves Knights of the Blood Fort.

These most terrifying undead knights can only be confronted by the holy grail knights. Once the blood castle knights are infested, the holy grail knights will be dispatched immediately, and the two will have a great duel.

Any information about the red ‘color’ blood knight can be reported to the lord, and the lord will surely give generous rewards.

"This is not a task I can take." The Demon Hunter shook his head. He knew about these blood knights. The Demon Hunter instructor had warned him that he was not suitable for such a difficult task.

At this moment, the village elder of Redfish Village appeared. He tremblingly came to the front of the Demon Hunter with a wooden cane: "Why did you come here, Demon Hunter?"

"My name is Eber, Hemgart from the Empire." The demon hunter nodded slightly and said hello: "Is there anything you can do for me?"

"Uh, let me think about it... Our village is very quiet recently. Nothing special has happened. You may be disappointed, Demon Hunter." The village elder thought for a while and shook his head.

"Well, how can I go in the direction of Jean Town?" Seeing that there was no task to pick up, Eber, the witcher, could see that the villagers did not welcome their own lodging, so he chose to leave.

After the demon hunter rode away on his horse, a tall and mighty figure appeared behind the village elder: "What is that person? It seems that you all fear him?"

"Master Anglang!" The village elder knelt down immediately: "They are demon hunters."

"Demon hunter? What do they do?" Anglang looked fierce, with a big bald head, and spoke ‘quite’ calmly.

The village veteran told Angelang about the role of the demon hunter.

"Like a trial court? It's kind of interesting, so these people are usually not very likable, right?" Anglang said with interest: "Interesting, if I have a chance, I really want to talk to him... use mine ax."

"That, Lord Anglang, recently... the villagers have seen something." The village elder thought for a while before whispering, "Someone really saw a blood-red knight in the depths of the Sharon forest. A dark horse that breathes fire."

"Yes, I know, I saw it too." Who knew Anglang nodded calmly: "It seems you are not talking nonsense."

"Uh, Lord Anglang, those red blood knights are very dangerous. You must not fight them head-on. You must call the Holy Grail Knight Master. The red blood knights are only the Holy Grail Knight Master. Can deal with it!" The village elder said quickly.

"Did you mean this?" Who knows, Anglang raised a blood-red ‘color’ pointed dragon wing helmet. Inside the helmet was a withered and shriveled head with an abnormally gray ‘color’.

"Ah! This is... the blood knight!" The town elder sat down on the ground with fright. He exclaimed, "Master Anglang, you defeated the blood knight and killed it?"

"Yeah, this guy is so annoying. It can't be a human." Anglang threw his head on the ground, muttering in his mouth, as if the blood knight was bothering him.

"It disturbed me farming, so I twisted its head off. It's so weak, it's really unbeatable."

"Find a place to hang up, so that there are no nasty guys to bother me farming."

"I will'hand over' the rest to you. I'm going to'get' fodder for my cattle."

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