"Hey! Look at that cavalry unit, the Prussian royal guard!"
"They don't look like much! If they were to fight us, who do you think would win?"
The procession suddenly stopped, and several cultivators pointed and commented on the troop of cavalry at the temple entrance.
Qin Mo glanced over and saw a group of cavalrymen standing in neat rows at the entrance of the temple.
They were all dressed as knights, their exquisite armor gleaming, and their warhorses were the finest of their kind. The men and horses were lined up neatly, their eyes fixed straight ahead.
"Kelly, a cavalryman of the Prussian royal family, is she very famous?" Qin Mo knew very little about the nobles of the Western Continent, but seeing that everyone was chatting happily, she asked to join in the fun.
"Yes, Qin Mo, the King's Knights of Prussia are a very famous knightly order in the Western Continent. They were the heroes who helped the Grand Duke of Prussia get crowned King of Prussia, and they have made countless contributions on the battlefield against the orcs."
"Among them are the famous iron-blooded nobleman Earl Kate, and the lonely Knight Henry; each of them is a hero who is not afraid to sacrifice himself." Kelly's round face turned red, and her eyes revealed a look of admiration.
"Oh! Compared to the Knights of the Temple, who is stronger?" Qin Mo was a little puzzled. Ordinary knights should be no match for the cultivator knights of the Temple. Why would Kelly admire them?
"No, Qin Mo, you don't understand. The Prussian King's Knights always manage to produce heroes at crucial moments, accomplishing things that others cannot. This has nothing to do with their strength."
"Of course, many of their knights are also believers of the temple and are powerful individuals who have awakened the power of the Holy Spirit, but I think their fearless spirit is the most important."
Qin Mo nodded. An army that is not afraid of death can indeed win against the odds and achieve miraculous results, but... behind every miracle, there must be a lot of sacrifices.
The reason why a miracle is called a miracle is that it is abnormal in itself. People only see the glory of the nobles in the King's Knights, but they never pay attention to the ordinary knights who died silently behind the scenes. This is a star army built up with sacrifice.
Instead of going through the main entrance, Heather led Qin Mo and the others discreetly through the back door into the temple, where the temple staff arranged food and lodging for them and prepared for their journey to Rotterdam.
But some people couldn't even keep a low profile; before they had even settled in, someone came in to see Heather.
"Your Highness Heatherine, please forgive me for disturbing you. I am Harris, the Grand Master of the King's Knights." The newcomer was dressed in knight's attire, appearing tall, handsome, and exuding masculinity.
"Earl Harris, what brings you here?" Heatherine clearly didn't like Harris, and her voice was cold.
"Your Highness Heatherine, our Queen has fallen seriously ill. She originally intended to go to Rome for treatment, but her condition suddenly worsened on the way. We beseech Your Highness to provide her with medical assistance."
Despite Heather's cold words, Earl Harris showed no displeasure and maintained a respectful demeanor as he stated his purpose.
Hearing Harris's words, Qin Mo suddenly realized, "Could this princess be the Prussian princess that Mu Qingge seduced?" (To chat with more like-minded people about "Sailing and Conquest," follow "or" on WeChat to discuss your favorite books.)
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