With no trace of the target to the north or northeast, the other three quasi-lancers of the lord's guard returned like a whirlwind on horseback. When he observed the sudden change in the situation at the scene, he immediately turned over and dismounted, holding a light spear, a mace or a stabbing sword, and formed an arc-shaped encirclement with powerful combat power against Isabel Walton, who was holding the sir.

Isabel, who had previously held the jazz hostage, was almost nervous when she faced the quasi-lancer Ferguson Congreve, who yelled and screamed like a ferocious beast. Now that Ferguson has three more heavily armed and weapon-armed medieval men by her side, she has developed the idea that "hostage-taking" is very stupid.

This kind of thinking is subtle, and it is impossible for others to perceive it. However, Augustine, as a hostage, clearly felt a slight tremor in the tip of the stabbing sword resting on his neck.

Augustine, who had been in the battle, shook his head slightly, knelt on the ground and turned his back to the girl who was holding him, and said, "A knight who is competent in any situation needs the courage to pay the price for the benefit of the majority. Kid, I don't think you have that kind of courage right now, do you? ”

Isabel looked at the hostages in amazement, and then said solemnly: "Do you think your cavalry will come to your rescue, so I dare not kill you?" If that's what you think, I'm not going to be soft. ”

"No, kid, you have a strong enough heart that your heart dictates whatever you want to do."

"Thanks, I know."

"So, do you still think my knightly honor is unreliable?"

"Well, it looks like you're a knight."

"Well, here I can make a knightly promise to you: whether or not you are judged in the future, I, Sir Augustine, will pay whatever price you pay for justice."

"Why are you helping me?"

"Because I don't think you're an evil person who needs to be punished severely."

A would-be lancer handed Ferguson Congreve a stabbing sword with a frost-like blade that emitted a chilling light. After Ferguson slashed his sword in his right hand and slashed through the air in a semicircle, he confidently said to the kneeling Jazz, "Don't worry, captain. I, Sir Alex Ferguson, am a knight duly canonized by His Royal Highness the Duke, and therefore in the name of His Royal Highness the Duke, I will stand unreservedly against sinners!! ”

Although the other three quasi-lancers are only trainee knights, they are also eager to cut off the swallowtail at the end of the apprentice knight's banner as soon as possible and upgrade to become full-fledged knights.

Without saying a word, the three of them clenched the cold weapon and shield in their hands, and stared sharply at the young "witch" who held the captain in front of them. They are ready to take advantage of the slightest distraction of the "witch" to rush up and kill this "evil man" completely.

The current situation is really getting more and more dangerous for Isabel. She glanced twice at Ferguson, who was approaching her on the left, and then at the three fierce male cavalrymen approaching her from the right.

Her heart was beating faster, her chest was rising and falling faster, and the stabbing sword in her hand was shaking intermittently. Gritting his back teeth, he mustered up the courage to shout at the four cold-blooded men: "Son of a bitch, are you really not afraid that I will kill your captain??? ”

Ferguson sneered and focused on her eyes as he slowly walked forward with his sword, and whispered, "I will fight for those who cannot fight!" I dare to sacrifice everything, even my life, to carry out the mission of eradicating evil and tyranny and upholding justice! ”

Augustine looked coldly at the four subordinates who were slowly approaching the "witch", and said softly to the girl behind him: "Until my subordinates plan to kill you bravely, I will still keep my promise." ”

"Maybe. But I'm sure I'll bury you before they kill me. ”

"Child, you have the courage and courage of a knight, but you are not a good knight."

"If I defeat the legendary mighty dragon, I think I can still become a knight."

"Son, Sir Lancelot, one of the Knights of the Round Table, did slay the ferocious dragon, but that was only legend. If you still refuse to put down your sword, then they will never keep their oath. ”

"What oath?"

"I will be merciful to the weak! I will not harm women or children! I will help those who need my help! ”

Isabel sensed a hint of true gentlemanliness in Augustine's firm tone. Wait, the spirit of gentlemanhood seems to be called chivalry in this era. Eh, no matter what kind of spirit he has, she's on the verge of desperation at this point anyway.

Even if she was ruthless and tried her best to kill this middle-aged knight or knight or something that could make people feel good, she felt that there was no better way to escape the ruthless pursuit of four medieval men at this time. Perhaps, the words of this man called Jazz can be believed!?

Isabel shook her head angrily and said indignantly to Sizz, "Alright, well, I'm willing to put down my sword." So, are you really willing to keep your promises? ”

Augustine stood up from the ground fearlessly, turned to look at the helpless "witch", and then at the stabbing sword that was now around his neck. "I—Augustine Walton, am a knight of a soul who is true to himself!" ”

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Sir Alex Ferguson, who was the vice-captain of the Duke's guard, could not believe that the "strong enemy" who was about to fight him would put down his weapon so quickly. As he bent down to pick up his own stabbing sword that had been around Augustine's neck, he glanced at the "strong enemy" two minutes earlier, and Isabel, who had been transformed into a "weak woman" two minutes later.

Holding the sword in his right hand, he swiped the sword twice on the palm of his left hand, and said in a loud voice: "Hmm, a young and beautiful lady actually used a hunting spear made by herself to coerce a canonized knight?!" Captain, you still didn't think she was a witch at this point? ”

Augustine sat down on a thick tree root and chuckled softly, "Do you think we would still be alive if she were a witch?" At least she'll take it without putting down your sword. ”

Ferguson glanced at the other three apprentice knights, smiled awkwardly and said, "No, isn't a woman with special mysterious powers still a witch?" ”

Isabel sat unharmed on Augustine's side, looking coldly at the two men she thought were chivalrous, and couldn't help but interject: "Hey, knights, why do you think I'm a witch with special mysterious abilities?" ”

Augustine stared at her kindly with a sideways face, and said gently, "Because your name is a woman." In a patriarchal country, magic is probably the only way to protect yourself and rebel against male power. ”