The Lich of Glory Knight Spirit: Moving towards Krimasha! Chapter 66 - 01: Heading to the Lion King City2

"If Gray and the Gruglu family were formally united in marriage, the eight-colored flag would beco a nine-colored flag.

Gray asked softly, "Why must I refuse her?"

"Because listening to a Lich with a poor vocabulary lanting the beauty of the snow all day would drive insane."

"I see."

"ow—! Stop! Stop! Don’t pinch !"

"I think I heard a cat again." Riding past Gray in a daze, Shelley gently rubbed her ears and said, "Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night. I hate traveling, there are cheap inns everywhere."

*You have to admit, any young girl would be captivated by a scene like the Battle of White City, wouldn’t she? A brave Knight riding with the Holy Light and angels, facing an army of forty thousand without fear, just to fulfill his promise to you.*

*The whole world was at his feet.*

*Any other girl in this situation would go mad.*

*Yilin has been very restrained. She hasn’t made any unnecessary moves. After all, she has her own identity, and Gray is already a Holy Knight now. Despite her ticulous care, others have gradually begun to notice sothing.*

*Of course, Gray is not included in this. This guy has no idea what love is, nor would he recognize a gaze filled with affection.*

As Pas walked past Gray, he asked in confusion, "Aren’t you from the North?"

"Um... what’s wrong?"

"Then why are you so excited to see snow? It snows every year in the North, and it’s much heavier than the snow in the South. Is it because you haven’t seen snow in a long ti and miss your hotown?"

Gray quickly nodded.

"I figured as much." Pas nodded and muttered to himself as he walked away.

Gradually, Gray lagged at the end of the team.

Following at the very end were Jones and Dora. Yes, Jones and Dora, two vampires clad in armor. Now there were three armored figures in the team.

"Why are you walking so slowly?" Gray asked.

"Because... I’m weak, my legs are soft..."

"That’s your problem, what’s it got to do with the horse?"

"When I’m weak, it becos weak too."

"These Bone Horses I gave you are sturdy and won’t go soft."

Gray spurred his horse to ride between Jones and Dora. Jones sighed helplessly, lowering his head.

"Catherine said if you left , she’d kill you both. You killed over half of a rcenary group in the forest. Although they were vicious criminals themselves, you seriously violated the agreent between the Holy Light and the Blood Clan. As a Holy Knight, I have the privilege to grant you pardon, but you must stay by my side until your sins are redeed."

"I understand."

"These two sets of armor were blessed by Catherine. Wearing them, you won’t fear the sunlight."

"I understand."

"So what’s your real reason for being weak-kneed?"

"I really just have weak knees!" Jones was on the verge of tears, "I simply... brother, I’m a mber of the Blood Clan, being in the sunlight daily terrifies !"

"Is that all?"

"What else? I’m a disgrace to the Blood Clan, I can’t bear to go back. If I ran away, where could I go?"

"Oh, well, I’ll believe you for now." Saying so, Gray slightly moved his mind. Instantly, the two Bone Horses completely disregarded Jones and Dora’s control, galloping to the front of the team before stopping.

"Huh, what’s wrong?" Yilin asked.

"Nothing... my father told to ride faster, not to lag at the back. Ha ha ha, ha ha ha. It’s more dangerous at the rear." Jones awkwardly smiled.

Yilin sighed helplessly and gently patted Jones’s head.

"Poor child. But don’t worry, you are now the adopted son of a Holy Knight, no one will bully you anymore. Even Baird VI, that warped old man, will stay far away from you."

"Yes, I am very grateful to my father." Jones said expressionlessly.

*This was another great humiliation. Now everyone thought Jones was Baird VI’s plaything. Baird VI was a lovelorn perverted old man who decided to seize the Beishier Duchy for Jones.*

*A whole conspiracy went down, and Jones gained nothing except a new father. Oh no, also double motherly love. Look at the way Yilin and Shelley gaze at him.*

*Thinking of his grievances, the young vampire couldn’t help but shed sorrowful tears.*

*The only consolation was probably that this motherly love was no longer the stepmother’s type, yet that only made Jones feel even more ashad.*

In the distance, they saw smoke rising.

"Is it a city-state?" Shelley asked.

"It should only be a village. There wouldn’t be a city-state in this area according to the map." Yilin replied softly.

Rounding the mountain, they saw people standing on a cobblestone village road from afar.

"Honorable Duke Beisher, Honorable Gray Holy Knight, welco." An elderly man stepped forward respectfully, "We have been waiting for you for two days."

"Two days? Do you have any urgent matters?" Yilin asked.

"No, nothing urgent. We just wanted to see you. If you’d like to stay, that would be even better."

Though Yilin placed the greeting at the forefront, it was obvious everyone’s eyes were fixed on Gray.

The Duke was also rare to see, but there were countless duchies on the continent, each with a Duke. Whereas there were only five Holy Knights. Moreover, Gray was one of the thirteen Holy Knights in the Isaac Kingdom over the past ten thousand years.

If anything, you could remove the "one of" phrase. The other twelve Holy Knights were children sent to the church by the Isaac Kingdom and trained, never returning to the kingdom for life. Only Gray was a "native-born" Holy Knight of the Isaac Kingdom.

Throughout their journey, they encountered such welcoming ceremonies everywhere.

Turning to look at Gray quietly, Yilin whispered, "No, we need to keep on with our journey."

Thus, the team slowly passed through the village under the villagers’ gazes.

At this mont, they were unaware that, five kiloters away on a mountain peak, two figures were quietly watching them.

"So this is the newly recognized Holy Knight by the church?"

"Yes."

"A Lich dressed in knight armor, huh... what are those old guys upstairs thinking?"

"Don’t know."

"What should I do? Expose his identity?"

"That would be the worst approach. The higher-ups want to give those old guys a strong warning. If we can get the Lich Knight to defect and reveal his identity himself, that would be perfect."

"That’s a tall order."

"In the worst case, just exposing his identity will count as completing the mission."

"Understood.""