Chapter 1180: 1162 transfer people

Chapter 1180 1162. Transferring people

Nennik has been in charge of this prestigious Temple of Melitelli for a long time. As for whether it was more than a hundred years or hundreds of years, no one can say accurately.

She had seen so many things in this temple.

Just like she claimed.

So she handles these things with ease.

A few words suppressed the restless men and women.

Although the two parties still glance at each other secretly from time to time while drinking soup, their eyes are not as explicit as they were at the beginning.

But what attracted the most attention in the entire cafeteria was not the strong but rude mercenaries, or the weak people who came to the Meritelli Temple for help.

Ten Ember Knights, who had taken off their armor and were only wearing simple clothes, were sitting quietly at the table.

Their uniforms were uniform, and their elf-style swords were hung neatly on their waists.

Except for the different appearance and body shape of each person, the movements are almost carved from the same mold.

It seems that because of the rampant Scoia'tael, people often show disgust when they see these elf-style knives.

Even the expressions on the Ember Knights were not friendly.

However, few people still dare to act recklessly in Meritelli's temple.

At the door of the noisy cafeteria, a figure wearing a hood and cloak strode in.

At first no one cared about this figure, even though he was unusually tall.

But now many people have seen this newly famous magic cloak outside.

Many people still like and need the magic of concealing their figure.

People here just thought that this was just another person who bought a magic cloak, and there was nothing worth paying attention to.

Until this figure kept walking, he walked among the already eye-catching Ember Knights, and sat down on the empty seat that had been reserved long ago.

"You can just eat it. I've never seen you understand the rules so well before."

Lan En laughed and cursed.

It wasn't until he took his seat that Lincoln and the other Ember Knights finally began to move.

"It was before." The young secretary explained as he picked up the spoon. "Of course the battlefield and the journey are not so particular. The most important thing is to do things when you are full, but the canteen is open here anyway."

Lan En smiled and said nothing. He just took off the leather gloves with steel armor on his hands and stuffed them between the straps of the armor for temporary placement.

Then he picked up the hard-skinned bread on the table, tore it open, and put it in a wooden bowl into the thick soup that turned purple because of the addition of beetroot.

While pressing down the floating pieces of bread with a spoon, Lan quickly glanced at the people here because of his arrival.

"There are a total of thirteen people dressed as mercenaries or warriors in the temple. I counted them before."

Lincoln also stirred the beetroot soup with a spoon, and the pure white sour cream on top gradually mixed with the purple-red soup. He spoke softly without raising his head, looking extremely reliable.

"Among them, the female warrior is the most popular and seems to be the most powerful."

Lan En tilted his head and looked to the side. Sure enough, Sakia was fiddling with the spoon on the dining table.

She was also looking here, but after Lan En turned around, she immediately lowered her head as if to avoid him.

There were many men sitting around her.

"That's what you said, my lord."

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In the Melitelli Temple, the rooms provided for outside visitors are not luxurious, and even Nannick's room is not luxurious.

It seems that the main reason is to help more people.

Most of the rooms here are crowded.

Fortunately, although the Ember Knights all respected Lan En, they did not have the strict relationship between feudal knights and lords.

They had been eating and living together for a long time since the last battlefield, so they were very adaptable to each other.

Just to avoid causing more surprises, Lan En let Qilin out and let him play in the area around the temple for one night.

Flannel Ball, on the other hand, did not go out. He was sorting out his space expansion pack in the room arranged by the temple.

Early the next morning, when it was still dark, Lan En heard a series of horse hooves tapping the ground outside the tree-lined path and outside the main entrance of the Meritelli Temple.

That was the team sent by Seeward to pick them up.

In the early morning, the originally quiet temple began to become noisy.

Those who call people, move things, and allocate horses

There were arguments about everything, and then they argued, reconciled, and got on with their work.

The loudest among them, and obviously the one with the highest status, was a knight sitting on a horse.

He seemed to be the main executor responsible for taking away the mercenaries and soldiers this time.

"You still have ten minutes!"

His armor is bright and gorgeous, and there is a bright peacock tail feather on his helmet. He holds a riding crop and commands around.

"We'll leave immediately in ten minutes! If you haven't mounted your horse yet, get out! Prince Siward wants warriors who can respond in time, not a bunch of **** who have trouble getting ready and mounting their horses!"

"Prince Siward's team is waiting in the northeast of Elland. It's impatient now. If you continue to delay, you won't even be able to keep up with the heat! Don't even think about the commission, and don't think about the reputation of Glory! "

There were domesticated dogs outside the temple, barking loudly at the loud shouts of the knight and the noisy presence of personnel early in the morning.

The soldier leading a group of horses behind him shook his fist and scared it into silence.

Generally speaking, it is most economical to transport people by horse-drawn carriage, but it was obvious that Siward was in a hurry and wanted these people to catch up with the large army quickly.

That's why so many horses were brought here.

Although it is not a war horse, it is still a considerable expenditure.

"Okay, stay away from my dog. He is much more religious than you are to Meritelli."

The commotion at the gate of the temple finally woke up Sister Nannike.

As soon as she came over and made a sound, the soldier who had scared the guard dog immediately stood at attention. The guard dog growled at him without even turning his eyes.

The knight who was so arrogant just now quickly dismounted with his helmet in hand, trotted towards Nannick, and saluted respectfully.

"Knight Samaresh." After he finished his salute, Nannik asked, shaking his head. "How old are you? Are you still so anxious in the temple? When your mother gave birth to you here, she wasn't as excited as you are now."

The knight smiled awkwardly, but the fat woman with her hand tied in a scarf kept talking.

"Also, don't imitate those Knights of the White Rose and flatter Siward by calling him Prince. You are a local knight, not one of their losers. What will people say when this is heard in Vizima?"

(End of chapter)