Chapter 92 - 24: Guardian of Justice (2) (Major Chapter)_2
In streets and alleys, everyone was talking about this matter. People always worship the strong, and from time to time, cheers of "Long live the Holy Knight!" erupted.
The author, shut inside his room and feverishly writing novels, listened to the sounds outside, feeling as energized as if he was injected with adrenaline.
"This book will definitely sell! Definitely sell! I’m going to make it big! Any novel related to the Holy Knight is sure to sell now!"
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The mood of the small team from White City shifted from initial shock! Shock! Shock! and debating whether to intervene to direct numbness! Numbness! Numbness! "A battle report not saying ’major victory’ feels slightly off," and "This war has absolutely nothing to do with us; we’re just unnecessary here."
Shelley had already begun preparing a welcome ceremony for Gray’s triumphant return.
A lot of small incidents occurred in between.
For example, Jones, after just three hours of sleep, declared he was fully rested, then set out with Dora under the baffled gaze of everyone.
For example, Carl personally returned to fetch equipment because his sword had dulled and much of his armor had been broken, necessitating replenishments. He also brought back a large barrel of olive oil and a few fish, though no one knew what they were for.
"Armor needs replenishing? I’ve never heard of replenishing armor... If the armor’s broken, how can the person inside it be unharmed? Does replenishing armor allow more fighting?" Huoersi’s face burned with embarrassment, feeling as if all his years of studying military textbooks were useless. He even began questioning the validity of the battles he once fought: "Good heavens, I even mocked him for not understanding commanding?!?"
Regardless, that’s just how things unfolded. Gray continued relentlessly raiding two military camps, throwing everything into chaos. This became a textbook-level example of cavalry plunder tactics, though practically no one else could replicate it.