PNB Chapter 106 The Knights' Station
Chapter 106 The Knights' Station
Samuel left after visiting the robber leader named "Newhand".
He just came to visit the interrogation room and take a look at the robber who robbed him.
Seeing Newhand sitting in the interrogation room with a nervous look and a hint of excitement, Samuel looked confused.
...How can you still act so excited when you are about to be thrown into jail?
Unable to figure it out, Samuel left with a strange look on his face.
The middle-aged knight was extremely excited as soon as he entered the station. After seeing him take off his black hood, he took the initiative to step forward and help him take his cloak.
Of course, he wasn't the only one who looked excited.
In fact, the other knights at the station looked at him curiously when they saw a man in a black cloak coming in.
However, they didn't care too much about it. After all, there were many people in Mondstadt who were doing cover-up, but it was rare for them to do so at the garrison.
It was not until they saw the hood taken off, revealing the white-haired young man wearing a crown, that the knights in the station all stopped and were stunned.
The clerical staff member who was sitting at the service desk leisurely drinking coffee glanced at Samuel casually and almost spit out the coffee in his mouth. He quickly picked up the newspaper beside him and compared it carefully and nervously.
"——Your Majesty?!" Everyone in the station said in surprise at the same time.
So, is that His Holiness Saint Samuel, the Pope of the West Wind Church? !
…Is that correct?!
Why would His Holiness come to their little outpost? !
While being shocked, he saw the white-haired young man in a white cassock and a crown smiling gently, raising his hand and pressing down slowly.
Everyone in the Knights Order suddenly became more certain.
That is the gesture His Majesty often makes when he sees the excited expressions of Mondstadt residents!
That is Your Majesty!!
Then they reacted, stood up straight collectively, and performed the standard knightly etiquette to Samuel in a majestic manner!
After Samuel explained that he wanted to visit the layout of the Knights' base, the knights at the base looked understood but also a little excited and nervous.
Samuel declined a knight's offer to be a guide and said he was just looking around, so he wandered around the station casually.
The middle-aged knight in casual clothes held his cloak carefully on his arm and followed him excitedly.
Samuel came out of the interrogation room with a strange look on his face, then he turned his head to look at the other party and asked casually:
"I have the impression that I have seen you many times. The first time we met was near the village of Viladu, right?"
"Yes, yes, Your Majesty! I didn't expect you to still remember! At that time, my daughter and I were attacked by those beasts - the black wolves, and it was you who saved us!"
Samuel nodded, it seemed that he remembered correctly.
Then he asked:
"What's your name?"
"Your Majesty... My name is Bartada Muller!"
Bartada Mueller... Bartada...
…Wait, why does this name sound so familiar?
Samuel paused, then suddenly remembered something.
Then Barta saw the Pope of the West Wind Church asking him with a strange look:
"…Were you a bartender at the Angel's Gift before?"
"Your Majesty, how do you know?!" Barta felt incredible.
Looking at the frown on the face of His Majesty the Great, Barta looked puzzled.
After a while, he mustered up the courage to ask carefully:
"Your Majesty...what's wrong?"
“…Nothing, I’ve been to that store before and saw you there,” Samuel replied.
Have you ever been to the throne... and seen him...?
Barta searched his mind for a long time, and his earliest memory of His Majesty came only from the newspaper that was sent from Mondstadt to Viladu Village.
If His Majesty had been here before, he would definitely have an impression of him...but why can't he remember it?
Barta thought for a long time but couldn't figure it out, so he replied with some trepidation:
"I'm sorry... Your Majesty, I don't remember you being here..."
However, His Majesty was not annoyed or upset because he did not remember. Instead, he looked calm and as if it was a matter of course.
Then he heard His Majesty's gentle reply:
"It's okay. I didn't look like this when I went there. It's normal that you don't remember it."
Not the way it looks now… Not the way it looks now?
Could it be that His Majesty has other faces?
While thinking, Barta asked again in confusion:
"Then, Your Majesty, what drink did you come to drink?"
"Apple wine." His Majesty said in a light tone, and then commented, "Your apple wine is quite good."
Apple cider, apple cider…
What impressed Barta the most about the customer who ordered apple wine was the "pot of apple wine".
However, the idle bard did not drink it, but threw a pile of slime in instead.
He still remembered that it was a wind slime, and a very, very small one at that, the smallest wind slime he had ever seen. Coupled with the bard's confusing behavior, that was why he was so impressed.
Could it be that... Your Majesty is that slime?
As soon as this thought came to mind, Barta extinguished it himself.
...Bateda, you are really confused. How could the noble Majesty be a wind slime?
If Your Majesty is the wind slime, then the bard who does not do his job properly must be Lord Barbatos?
Thinking about it, Barta was amused by his own thoughts.
How can this be.
However, he couldn't think of any other special customers who wanted to drink apple wine, so he gave up.
Samuel chatted with him while observing the layout of the base.
The outpost was surrounded by a square stone brick wall, and inside was a small fortress built with the same stone bricks as the Knights' headquarters.
After entering the gate of the wall and then the small fortress, there is a long service reception desk. I guess people usually go there to handle matters such as calling the police and registering.
The door on the left is the duty room, and the room on the right has a lot of paper documents, so it should be the data room.
Behind the duty room is the lounge, and further inside is a room where various weapons and protective gear are placed. Samuel also saw shotguns and bullets.
There was a small fortress behind it and a small training ground. Samuel saw some knights practicing West Wind swordsmanship and physical skills against poles.
Samuel looked at these buildings and pondered them in his heart, smiling and responding to the stationed knights or civil servants who greeted him excitedly along the way.
The facilities were quite complete. He had seen these configurations in a book, and now he just wanted to see with his own eyes what they looked like.
It was not quite what he had imagined. He had thought that the Knights of Favonius, as a military-political organization, would be more inclined to military-style armament, but in fact, it looked no different from the Public Security Bureau.
It seems that even without a clear division, the Knights of Favonius at the station are very different from the Knights of Favonius at the headquarters.
As he was thinking, he suddenly heard through the wind that in the corner at the end of the training ground, two knights seemed to have a conflict and were arguing.
Samuel looked over curiously and found two male knights in silver armor. They looked aggressive and seemed like they were about to fight each other soon.
With the mentality of joining in the fun - no, going to understand the situation, Samuel walked over slowly, and Barta followed behind him.
"…Pafield, I never thought you would have the nerve to come to me!"
"I should be the one saying this, Rentel! I haven't bothered you since I was transferred to the Southeast District to guard the goal three years ago. Why did you bring up that shit again and slander me and Senior Swan!"
"Slander? Oh, don't you feel guilty when you say that? Do you dare to say that you have no feelings towards Senior Edna?"
"You...! But I didn't do anything to you, Senpai!"
"'Didn't do anything'? By the time you do something it will be too late! Just the sight of you makes me sick."
"..."
The closer they got, the clearer the quarrel became that Samuel heard.
Just as the two were about to fight, a gust of wind pressure appeared out of nowhere, catching the two knights off guard and forcing them to their knees.
The two of them reacted quickly and propped themselves up, then looked at the person who came at the same time.
What came into view was a gentle-looking, white-haired young man wearing a white religious robe and a crown.
Lawrence Parfield was stunned.
...His Holiness Saint Samuel?