Chapter 105: A Call for Help
Chapter 105: A Call for Help
Outside the window, a sudden clamor arose. Lothar hurriedly rushed downstairs, his expression somewhat puzzled. "What’s going on?"
Someone said indignantly, "Knight Pepin wants to duel a Montreal knight! The cause was him questioning our honor, even though we clearly captured the Saracen prince!"
Lothar frowned. ’Sure enough, I knew this bunch of grunts would forget my order and would reveal that I captured Prince Zahir the moment they had a drink.’
This Pepin was, of course, not the famous Short King of the Franks, but a valiant knight of the Royal Knights. In the battlefield, he had emerged unscathed and slain two elite Mamluk cavalrymen—a rare achievement.
Lothar didn’t stop them, instead saying loudly, "Then let them duel! A knight’s honor must not be defiled! Let the Heavenly Father witness who is more worthy to live!"
Pepin glanced at Lothar and said excitedly, "Exactly! On the battlefield, I can kill Saracen slave cavalry like slaughtering chickens! Crushing a soft-shelled egg like you is even easier!"
"J-just because of this, you want to duel?" The Montreal knights opposite looked ashen-faced, stammering, their initial arrogance completely gone. This was how it was in this era; no matter how sharp your tongue, if your opponent directly threw down his gauntlet and wanted to duel you, everything still came down to martial skill.
"But the duel is for tomorrow! For now, everyone immediately return to your respective rooms and rest! If I find out anyone dares to disobey my orders, I guarantee I will hang him from the gallows!" Lothar said loudly, "Ryan, Moder, you two immediately lead the Axe Guards on patrol and inform everyone of my orders!"
"As you will, Grand Master!" the two immediately responded.