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Chapter 267 120. The Holy Grail Knight Arrives at the Frontier
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the peasants crouched among the hills, the knights leaned on their chests and knelt on both sides of the road, and the nobles and rich people stood in the center to welcome the knights coming from afar.

And the No.15 Grail Knight, Kleb Frankel Perkins.

The knights were so excited that they looked at the breath of strength and faith exuding from the back of the half-blood dragon horse, just like the immortal legendary Holy Grail Knight.

Their grandparents grew up listening to the legend of the Holy Grail Knight, their father listened to it, they listened to it, and their descendants will too.

"Lord Perkins." The lord of the Wave collar, Bartov Raymond in a robe, greeted respectfully, "The Ratmen left the border in fear when they heard of your arrival. I have already prepared a battle for the soldiers in the castle A grand welcome banquet."

"You don't need to be so polite, Batov, your father was once my subordinate."

Wearing Todd armor, Kleb Frankel Perkins, sitting on the back of a half-breed dragon horse, was like a dwarf, beckoning the chief mage to take off to investigate.

Bartov Raymond said with emotion: "My father often mentioned his life in the Knights during his lifetime."

"He died? When?"

"It's been several years, because I fell off the lizard beast's back when I was young, and left with a stubborn illness..."

The chief mage fell back to the ground: "The Wave Territory has not been invaded, the plague is blocked by the border wall, and there are tens of thousands of ratmen over there."

"That's not all! I see the Ratmen have at least the population of a city-state! They're pretending!"

"Don't worry, Batov, that's why we're here." The Holy Grail Knight tilted his head and told the knights, "Separate half of the Rat Killers, I want to see not a single Rat Man on the city wall before night falls."

The quiet knights split in half in an orderly manner, kicking up dust and rushing towards the border wall,
Kleb Frankel Perkins took off his dark gold visor, his grizzled brown hair revealed a resolute face.

"I still remember that time when Raymond bravely jumped on the back of the lizard beast to protect his companion who was about to be trampled... He was a good guy." The Holy Grail Knight remembered.

The ceremonial team led the way, and the Grail Knight followed Lord Bartov to the distant castle.The nobles and the rich eagerly followed, then the knights who dreamed of the Holy Grail, and finally, the peasants raised their heads from the dirt.

In the banquet hall of the castle, magic lamps and candlesticks make the hall look like daytime. The Holy Grail Knight sits on the main seat, Lord Bartov next to him, then the chief mage, the captain of the knights, and finally the nobles, the rich and the young and promising knight.The maids placed silver plates on the long table, their eyes lingering on the burly bodies of the knights.

The rare and sumptuous dishes are no different from those in Wangdu. The wine glasses are collided, the smell of meat is wafting, and the atmosphere tends to be warmer.

Kleb Frankel Perkins was everything that legend says of a Grail Knight: steadfast, loyal, approachable, and with some sense of humour.

Received the instruction, the genius knight of the wave collar asked him excitedly: "How can I become the Holy Grail Knight!"

"Take a guess?"

"Uh... abide by the creed, be loyal to the royal family, protect the human race, and be devout..." After finishing speaking, the young knight saw the encouragement from the Holy Grail Knight, and continued: "Burning ratmen, demons, vampires with angry flames, and insisting on exercising ..."

"With a little charm and luck."

Kleb Frankel Perkins grinned: "Originally, only one of Lowell and I would become the Holy Grail Knight. He is better and stronger than me, but Lowell is too ugly. His temper It's as bad as his looks, and he was kicked out by the priest."

Only the rich and uneducated laughed -- they didn't know that Lowell was a legendary fighter.

Between cups and toasts, the sound of metal clattering came from outside the corridor, and a knight with blood-stained armor came to the banquet hall with a bunch of dirty fur balls.

"My lord, we expelled the Ratmen outside the city wall and captured a Ratmen priest."

The rancid smell of the Ratman washed away the scent in the banquet hall, and no one dared to frown.

The group of ratman priests who were still cursing sharply saw Perkins and screamed: "You actually let the Holy Grail Knight come because of us!"

Perkins was holding a glass of wine: "Rat man, stop your ridiculous schemes, I have seen all the schemes of the Stoun mouse... You should have an elder hiding behind you? I thought you went north to find you The little horned mouse seems to want to lead the clan?"

Perkins, who has dealt with the Ratmen for hundreds of years, had no intention of letting the Ratmen priest speak, he asked the knight to imprison him: "It can help us stop the mouths of those nobles."

The knights exited the banquet hall, and Lord Bartov praised the bravery of the knights.

"The Violet Kingdom can't even beat these things?" the chief mage yelled arrogantly.

"The border soldiers next door can't even pick up their swords. It's normal to run away when they see the Ratmen." Lord Batov said contemptuously.

The dinner lasted until late at night. Perkins picked up his warhammer and let the nobles who were tired but were forced to accompany him to rest. He said to the young knights: "Let's go to the border. Boys, come and follow!"

Lord Batov expressed surprise and hesitation: "Is this okay, Holy Grail Knight?"

"This is what the Eighth Grail Knight taught me. 'We are the walls and teachers. We must protect them and teach them.'" Perkins imitated the old voice of the Holy Grail Knight: "I am not as good as him." I like to be nosy, but it doesn't matter if these little guys follow."

The Knight of the Grail leads excited young people out of the castle and through sleepy villages.

The village was unexpectedly quiet without dogs barking.

"Your arrival allows the villagers to finally have a good night's sleep." Lord Batov said following him.

Stepping onto the barren farmland, he said that because of fear of being contaminated by the plague, the wheat fields were harvested in advance and handed over to the logistics officer of the Knights.

Continuing to move forward, the team suddenly saw a dying old man lying on the edge of the field.

"Master Knight..."

Stretching out his haggard hand to the Holy Grail Knight, Lord Batov exclaimed: "Where are you beggars, get away!"

Perkins didn't speak, but looked at the chief mage.

"He is hopeless," said the mage.

Perkins squatted beside the old man, like a dark golden city wall, listening to the last words of the old man with squirming lips:

"Run away..."

Cloudy eyes lose their luster.

Perkins clenched his warhammer, stood up and said to his chief mage, "I suddenly have a bad feeling..."

As the chief mage of the epic, he released high-level prophecy, and star-like light spots scattered around: "No conspiracy or danger was found."

"No... call everyone!"

(End of this chapter)