Chương 650: 613. Alright I

"Hail travellers!" called one of those leading the party, one of the five heavily armoured warriors who were mounted. He wore a breastplate over his heavy chain, with a long cloak of black, and even his great steed wore barding made of chain. At his side was a blade, and he wielded a long spear, which he rested over his shoulder. He pulled up his visor to reveal his face, with pale skin and dark hair, that of most of Aldland.

"How do you fare?"

"Greetings," Adam replied, walking up to meet him, while the other mounted warriors approached more slowly, but stood some ways behind. Jurot, Jaygak, Kitool, and Sir Vonda, stepped up, though remained behind the Half Elf.

"Well enough."

"Not well enough to remove your helmet."

"It's rather cold down here on the ground, so the helmet's keeping me warm," Adam replied, glancing across the five heavily armoured warriors, each adorned in similar gear, though they wore different capes and cloaks and scarves.

"You cannot blame your lack of a mount on your lack of respect."

"I don't lack a mount, I just don't need to ride it to feel better than you," Adam replied, still eyeing up the others behind him. They wore more simpler chain, some of them wearing thicker clothing under the chain, others did not. Some wielded simple spears and shields, others wielded blades and shields, and some even carried pikes in hand. Adam glanced back at his companions, realising he needed to equip them in plate mail, not just Jaygak, who was fortunate enough to receive one from the Duchess.

"It seems you have a problem with us," the stranger said.

"Not all of you, just you."

"I'm Clarence, of the Black Cloaks," the man said.

"Perhaps you've heard of us." Adam looked back to Jurot.

"My brother seems to know of you, but I'm afraid I can't say I do. I'm Adam, from Fate's Golden. You might have heard of us as the ones who killed Vandra a couple of years ago, or the ones that killed a Blue Dragon shortly after. If you haven't heard of us through that, then perhaps you've heard that we recently placed in the tournament, taking the top seven spots for one, the third spot for another, and then top two in another."

"Rather boastful, aren't you?"

"I'm just letting you know how this'll end up when you forget your place," Adam retorted, inhaling deeply.

"You sure have some guts for someone who isn't at least a Count, no, a Marquis."

"You're out manned and out geared, so watch your tongue, before things get more troublesome."

"Out manned?" Adam looked back to his companions, and then back to the group.

"How many Iyrmen you got?"

"None."

"How many Greater Enhanced weapons you got?" Adam asked.

"…" Clarence looked back to his companions curiously, before turning his gaze back to Adam and the others.

"None?"

"Your definition of out manned and out geared is very different to mine," Adam stated, casually.

"How many of yours can sling Fireballs?"

"…"

"How many of yours are from an order?"

"One."

"Oh yeah?" Adam replied, more eagerly.

"Which order?"

"Order of the Thousand Hunts," one of the mounted warriors said, pulling up cloak away from her breastplate to reveal the symbol on her chest, that of the order. Adam vaguely recognised the blade and bow as the symbol of the Order of the Thousand Hunts."

"One of yours was in the tournament wasn't he?"

"There were several, yes," the woman replied.

"I must have beaten one, but I feel like you guys did more," Adam said, glancing back to Jurot.

"We beat Sir Gordan."

"Sir Gordan? Sir Gordan." Adam tried to recall.

"He was gifted First Ice," Kitool said. The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

"Oh! Oh yeah," Adam almost shouted, stifling his laughter.

"He borrowed First Ice and then got-," Adam turned to stare at the woman in the eye, "absolutely fucking bodied, goddamn! It was so embarrassing. If I was part of his order, who begged to borrow the prized possession of another order, only to lose that badly, even to an Iyrman, I wouldn't show my face for at least the next year in the land. Easiest bet of my life, and I bet on Nobby here beating up a little farmer boy."

The woman's face turned completely red, while Sir Vonda stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Adam, please stop aggravating the good Sir of the order."

"I'm not aggravating anyone, I'm just saying," Adam replied, innocently.

"Anyhow, didn't he also reach, what, fourth place? I mean, losing to three Iyrmen back to back isn't anything to be ashamed of. Didn't I lose to three Iyrmen too? Granted, it was to all three of them at the same time, but still."

"If you don't start controlling your boy, there might be bigger trouble," Clarence said.

"I was once a candidate for the Order of Three Hundred Blades."

"Didn't… didn't you beat up a candidate for the Order of Three Hundred Blades?" Adam asked, eyeing up his brother.

"William, yes."

"Of the Thunder Riders?" Clarence asked.

"Yes."

"You beat him?"

"Beat him?" Adam said.

"He beat William easier than I beat Vasera."

'And Sir Roseia and Sir Karra, but I feel like they wouldn't believe that.'

"Vasera?" Clarence looked back to his own companions.

"The Golden Savages?" one from the large group behind them called out.

"That's the one," Adam replied.

"Of course, I wasn't allowed to beat Sir Roseia or Sir Karra, so I had to surrender once I beat them up a little."

"You talk too much," Clarence stated, annoyed by all the boasting. He could believe the Iyrmen, since they were Iyrmen, but this guy in puthral was no Iyrman.

"It doesn't matter how many Iyrmen you have, how many great people they've beaten, how many Greater Enhanced weapons you have. You're outnumbered, at least three to one."

"A fair fight," came the response from the pair of brothers.

'Nice,' the pair thought.

"It seems things have gone too far," Sir Vonda said.

"Just who do you think you are?" Clarence asked, not wanting to let go of his reason to fight yet.

"I am Sir Vonda Eastlake, of the Order of Life's Rose," Sir Vonda replied.

"Quite a claim," Clarence replied, glaring down at her. Sir Vonda removed her helmet, revealing her burn marks, and bowed her head to woman of the Thousand Hunts.

"Congratulations to your order, I'm sure you must be pleased that your Grand Master is Paragon now."

"It is auspicious indeed," the woman replied.

"Sir Liana Redhill."

"I am sorry for your loss," Sir Vonda replied.

"I often prayed over the matter of the massacre."

"It was long ago now," Sir Liana replied, dismounting from her horse. There was a look in her eye. Sir Vonda revealed her shield, with the symbol of her order painted across it. She began to clean it for a moment, before Sir Liana placed her hand against it, and prayed lightly. She did the same, cleaning her breastplate, before Sir Vonda placed her hand against it, and prayed lightly.

Sir Liana couldn't recall a Sir Vonda Eastlake of Life's Rose, but it did make sense that someone from Eastlake would join such an order, since they were side by side. However, considering she knew the name Redhill, and was generally acting as she should, she couldn't really fault her logic.

"Your companion is boastful."

"I have not heard him lie."

"Even if he does not lie, he sounds as though he does."

"The Iyrmen can confirm his words, for one is his brother."

"He's a brother to an Iyrman?" Sir Liana asked, barely masking the surprise in her voice.

"Adam is my brother," Jurot confirmed. Suddenly, the mood shifted in the air. At first it had been tense, and though it had slowly relaxed with Sir Vonda and Sir Liana talking, it became tense and awkward again. It was one thing for Adam to be boastful, but it was another thing if he was an Iyrman's brother and said all of those things. Sir Liana turned slightly, straightening up.

Sir Vonda accepted the invitation, and the pair walked to one side, away from the keen ears of the Iyrmen, leaving the two groups in awkward silence.

"Do you know you have two Demons in your company?" Sir Liana's voice was neutral, doing her best not to sound threatening.

"I keep a watchful eye on them," Sir Vonda replied, simply. Sir Liana slowly nodded her head, pausing to think.

"You are still outnumbered three to one. I can guarantee your lives, and perhaps the lives of the Iyrmen, but the others…"

"If it should come to blows, I am uncertain of how many of you will die. I can guarantee your life, and I believe Adam will…" Sir Vonda thought about how new some of the warriors looked, and how Adam could blast them with a Fireball and instantly kill them all.

"You have seen the amulet on his neck."

"Do you really think your group will win?"

"The weakest of our members are Experts," Sir Vonda replied, simply. Sir Liana remained silent, glancing towards the group. She noted the attire of some of the group, the porters and the farmers, who may have worn decent gear, but were no doubt wearing the typical attire of those who were not adventurers, but porters and farmers first.

"You are all at least Experts?"

"I am certain of it," Sir Vonda replied, looking to the group.

"Those who join with us, the farmers, have been adventuring at an extreme pace, and have gone through quite through several experiences which should have killed them, and some which did. Adam, too, had gone through such experiences."

"How strong are you?"

"I, too, am an Expert."

"You're a Priest, not a Guardian?"

"That is correct."

"…" Once the pair returned, Sir Liana mounted her horse, and her horse slowly walked up to beside Clarence.

"Adam," Sir Vonda called.

"Yes, Sir Vonda?"

"I have guaranteed Sir Liana's life." Adam smiled slightly.

"Of course, Sir Vonda." Clarence's face remained neutral as Sir Liana whispered something into his ears. His eyes fell across the entirety of Fate's Golden, all twenty three members. Then his eyes fell to Lucy, and Mara, before they finally fell to Umbra. He leaned in to whisper into the woman's ear.

"Are you sure?"

"I won't be the one betting my life on it," came the response, for all to hear.