Whispers of the Gods

Chapter 74 Nalanni IV (4)

"They are the best mercenary regiments in Drax, especially the 'White Tassels'," Alaron explained, "and every year the Emperor of the Hastza Empire selects the best warriors from them to serve as his of the Praetorian Guard."

"I know their leader, 'The Mourner', Sous Ocampo," added the aged knight Corem, "a battle-tested fellow, his subordinates should not be far behind."

"How much did you spend?" Nalanni asked.

"The Archbishop of Limurita paid in advance for a three-month contract," Alaron said, "total eleven thousand holy yen."

"Thank you and the Archbishop of Limurita," Nalanni sighed softly, "I will seriously think about how to use these mercenaries on the battlefield."

Nalanni was grateful for Lord Alaron's kindness, but the money for hiring the mercenary group could be spent on more meaningful things, such as more siege equipment and building materials, or transporting more hard rocks for throwing.

Nalanni had asked Quartermaster Kindro to finish counting the luggage in the castle. The harvest day had not yet arrived, and Harmon Castle had enough food for them to eat for three years and four months.

The land next to the wetland is fertile, and she doesn't need to worry about the sufficiency of food and grass in normal times.

But if the Blood Oath Castle has not been captured after three months, she will need to start providing supplies to Bretor's Broken Soul Knights, which will consume a lot of food.

Captain Alaron may continue to deliver food from his holy leader, but Bretor can't count on it at all.

Nalanni bid farewell to Alaron and the Scarlet Knights. They will return to their camp to pack up their tents and prepare for departure. Nalanni also began to prepare for her own trip and march.

She crossed the training ground again, and groups of soldiers from the inner fort began to come out of the barracks, gathering to form their formations, and Weigel was in charge of organizing the infantry.

They all wore fitted red tunics, padded jackets of dark blue linen canvas, and sleeveless coats of yellow and white—the colors of the Knights of Prophecy's flag.

Soldiers wore leather belts and dark silver wool capes in half circles to protect them from wind, rain and mud on the road.

Some of them were chatting and laughing relaxedly, some were cursing the wet weather, and some were praying silently holding the golden multi-horned holy day pendant hanging around their necks.

For many soldiers of the Knights of Prophecy, this is their first time on the battlefield.

After the Battle of Bwaririn five years ago, Nalanni's army suffered heavy losses.Soldiers who performed well in battle were promoted to knights to fill the vacancies of prophetic knights.

There has never been a shortage of people in the Palacis Holy Empire who want to dedicate themselves to the Knights. Parents send their young children to the Holy See to let them learn religion, etiquette, riding and martial arts.

They will compete with other children of unbelievers who were captured by various knight groups for the position of servants. If they are favored by a knight, they can successfully become his servants and are eligible to participate in the trial in the future Become a knight.

And most people couldn't pass this series of harsh assessments, and those who failed to meet the standards became soldiers of the Knights or handymen when they grew up.

Nalanni returned to her room. She opened the wooden door and found that Nakia had moved the black oak chair to the window.

She knelt on a chair and put her hands on the iron-framed window on the granite wall to observe what was happening outside the window.

"Lord Nalanni." Hearing the sound of the door opening, Nakia hurriedly climbed off the chair and bowed to her as formally as possible.

Seeing the girl's clumsy posture, Nalanni couldn't help but smile.

She would raise Nachia as a boy, with his hair and boy's clothes and the rituals of a knight.

Because the hard life in the Knights will not have the comfort and ease of a lady, the competition here is cruel, and no one will treat you as a woman.

"What were you looking at just now?" Nalanni looked at the colored window that was opened behind the girl. The stained glass window made of sand and wood ash was covered with metal powder, and "Karin's Prophecy" was painted on it.

"People." Nakia replied cautiously, "A lot of people."

Nalanni walked towards the girl and the window. The window of her room faced south, and she could see the Baixi River more than ten miles away. What Nakia was looking at just now should be Bretor's Broken Soul Knights.

I saw the dense crowd like grass and trees separated by neat and scattered tents, and hundreds of horses were led by people, pulling wooden carts loaded with luggage.

The knights on horseback were patrolling the army, and the tents they had put up were put away. It seemed that the star hunters were determined to set off first.

"They are the knights of the Severed Soul Holy Order," Nalanni introduced to Nakia, "the Holy Lord Imnacha sent them to help us end this war."

"War?" the girl asked.

"The war of the Holy Empire," Nalanni explained, "the slaves, fed up with their oppression, took up arms and rose up."

"You said that the Holy Empire is bad, so the slaves are good?" Nakia asked.

"You can understand it that way." Nalanni knelt down and replied.

"Are you going too?"

"Yes," she stretched out her right hand to touch the girl's soft and warm cheek, "I am the head of the Knights of Prophecy, and I am also the commander-in-chief of this war."

"But they are good people, are you going to beat those good people?"

Seeing the doubt in the girl's clear gray eyes, she stopped her touching, and Nalanni didn't know how to explain to her for a while.

"I had to. Only by ending this long war can I get closer to these bad guys and put an end to the source of their crimes." She didn't know if she was convincing the girl or herself.

"During my absence, Sister Zestali will take care of you, obediently listen to her, but always be cautious." Nalanni warned, "You are a citizen of the stars, don't believe the words of the holy day believers .”

"I will work hard." Nakia nodded seriously.

"You will definitely do well." Nalanni had a smile on her face. She got up on her knees, walked to the wooden table in the other corner of the room, and began to pack her luggage.

She wrapped the scissors, needle case, thread reel, and flint in a white cloth and put them in a cotton bag, and put the meat cleaver in the sheath into the wooden cup, together with the wooden bowl and wooden spoon. bag.

She squatted down, opened her mahogany chest, and packed the plate armor parts inside.

Nalanni tied the sheathed dagger to her belt, tied a two-foot steel mace into her belt behind her, and put on dark brown leather gloves.

Finally, her eyes fell on the pendant on her desk.

The rope is connected to a smooth dark stone, and if you look closely, you can find a purple luster inside.

"Nakia." She beckoned the girl over.

Nakia walked to her side and looked up at her curiously.

"This is a pendant my father gave me, and now it's yours."

(End of this chapter)