Lords: From Civilization to the Stars

Chapter 36 Message from Bretonnia, in the Broken Land...

When the broken ship from the chivalrous expedition came back, everyone in Cologne witnessed the miserable state of the ship.

The ship that once looked like a fairy tale, covered with streamers and colorful flags, is now stained with dirty blood. The cabin on the bottom floor was filled with crucified and skinned serfs and knights' retinues.

The navigator who was supposed to be the narration has turned into a madman who can only talk about the appearance of an unimaginable horror in the north, turning their ship into such a bloody and terrifying appearance.

The only one who is still awake is the Lord of the Knights, now the Revenge Knight Joshua.

This once noble and elegant knight cried bitterly after waking up, blaming the knights and serfs on his ship for being bewitched and betrayed by the vicious spell, and claimed that the other party had viciously defiled the Holy Grail in some way.

The Holy Grail, which once carried the glory of the goddess, now serves the enemy. This made all the knights feel ashamed.

Moreover, the divination of the saints in the lake, as well as the divination association composed of many knights and ladies, all claimed that they had divined that unimaginable evil was spreading over the Broken Land in the north. Even the ladies in the erotic hall were spreading such news in whispers.

In just a few days, demands for a chivalrous expedition have filled the streets of Colonia, demanding that a special expedition fleet be dispatched to make the cursed wizard suffer.

Of course, because the King of Knights is leading his knights to curb the green tide spreading in the Badlands, there may not be many regular knights in the chivalrous expedition.

However, many knight retinues, serfs, some practitioners in special industries, soldiers from the Blade Association, and mysterious foreigners all announced that they would join this special chivalrous expedition. For the sake of the purity of the Holy Grail of the Goddess, these strangers would not hesitate to sacrifice each other's lives.

Under normal circumstances, the noble knights would definitely feel that there seemed to be some signs of uneasiness in this operation. But now, the Judgment Knights responsible for containing the environment have followed the large army to contain the green tide.

The remaining teams in Colony, the city of knights, are all reserve knights from some places. All they can do is wait for the call, or join the chivalrous expedition.

This kind of thing is absolutely beneficial to these country knights who pursue honor and ideals.

What's more, there are many people secretly adding fuel to the flames.

Not even the native humans of this world.

"Hey, are you guys going to join the chivalrous expedition?"

The Earth Tavern in Coloni is a gathering place for players in Bretonnia.

Wandering knight players wearing armor, as well as ordinary players wearing leather or even linen will be treated equally here.

Because this is a very important place for information exchange, the players who operate here are the leaders of well-known guilds and even player organizations according to external forums.

But now, they were intensely discussing the topic of this chivalrous expedition in the tavern.

Among them, the man who was most gorgeously dressed and covered in golden armor knocked on the table and said in a muffled voice:

"I have to go, but that's the Northern Sea of ​​Chaos in Norsca. If something happens there, you won't really die, right? Some time ago, I even heard that some people died inexplicably in the rain forest and couldn't be resurrected."

"So what? Can the rest of us still be serfs here?"

A player wearing linen and unkempt hair spat and shrugged, looking bored.

"This hellish place of Bretonnia seems nice, but it's impossible to cross this class. Serfs are serfs, and knights are knights. Foreigners like us can't even sneak in. We can only rely on large-scale operations like this. ”

"But we are not regarded as Bretonnian locals, so what's the use of sneaking in?"

"Didn't you read the forum? There is an unlucky guy in Norska on the forum who knows the situation there. There is really land and people there."

"you mean……?"

Many eyes looked at the male player wearing linen.

The male player looked around, as if he was about to tell some great plan. He lowered his voice subconsciously, looked at the players around him, and said slowly:

"Gather some brothers who are traveling with us. Even if this chivalrous expedition fails, we can still qualify as pioneer knights. By then, at the edge of the Frozen Sea, we can brag that we have some connection with Bretonnia. This is also a talisman.

After all, we players still need to have our own city to feel at ease. But the Norsca border is too dangerous. Based on our ability alone, I am afraid that we cannot even withstand a war beast.

And it’s not like you don’t know that this hellish place of Bretonnia is very protective of its own shortcomings. This is a petition. "

Looking at the players who seemed to be suddenly enlightened, this man, who was obviously under the auspices of a certain No. 1 guild player organization, smiled very proudly.

"Even if everyone gathers a legion to help them, even if this mission fails, as long as we really help, Bretonnia will accept this favor. Even if they don't like it, they will come."

The man in Mai looked at the knights and servants around him with expressions that looked out for their own good, and he started to help with the calculations very seriously.

"Lone wolf players can be recognized as Bretonnians, and collective players have claims and knights' signs. Even if they fail, there are benefits. And if they succeed, we will also be knight masters.

We are even qualified to build a city in Bretonnia. Isn't this much better than Norsca?"

As soon as the sackcloth player finished speaking, someone followed.

The golden knight touched his helmet and said sullenly:

"Are those knight masters really so stupid? Oh, yes, it seems so stupid. Otherwise, they would not have gone to the Broken Land expedition with great fanfare..."

"Is that right? For us, the loss of manpower and effort is not big, but the rewards are great. Maybe we can even whitewash our identities. Why not do it?"

"..."

Singing in unison, telling crosstalk?

Other grassroots guild players and medium-sized guild leaders looked at the two people's performance with squinted eyes.

But they didn't have much say. It was already at this time. The division of territory was almost the same. The old world was dominated by one company, and there was nothing to say. They could only watch them pretend.

The knight in golden armor pretended to think and asked tentatively:

"But is what the Norsca player said true?"

"It's true. I asked several reincarnated Norsca players, and the terrain and people match."

The sackcloth player waved his hand and replied decisively.

"And isn't there a legend about the Norsca migration now? They are going there. When the time comes, we can find players there and ask the Norsca people to sell some fur and bones, and bargain for them. Wouldn't that be a big profit?"

"Oh, this looks like an opportunity to make a lot of money."

"Yeah, it sounds good."

"..."

"..."

Looking at the two people pretending to settle the matter, the other players looked at each other, and no one wanted to be the first to do it.

And a yawning young man sighed, propped up his chin and glanced at the two people who were talking about the double act.

"What's the name of the Norsca player? Is there anything else that's true?"

"Leon. A Norsca player with an official refugee certificate. Certified by the forum."