Chapter 343 Swinging Kush Knight
Heitao Town is only about 20 miles away from Suangua Town, but it is much smaller than Suangua Town. The entire town has no more than a thousand people.

This town is basically an industrial town like Mayou Town, and its main source of income is the black clay next to Heitao Town.

This high-quality clay can be used to produce very beautiful pottery and tableware. The pottery in several nearby villages and towns is basically made in Heitao Town.

On the edge of Heitao Town, there is a small courtyard that has been rebuilt after being ruined.

It lies quietly on the desolate land, surrounded by a high wall made of rough stones.

Moss and weeds grew in the cracks, and the hot air in the sealed courtyard seemed to be boiling in a pot.

The Kushite knights sat around the table, drinking the cold water from the well eagerly, mixing it with the beer they had bought, and hiding in the shade of the trees to cool off.

Such treatment would definitely be considered abuse for the knights, but the Kush knights enjoyed it.

The reason is simple: happiness is achieved through comparison.

While other Fran and Leia knights had to work all day long in the hot summer, they only had to work for half a day and then could return to the yard to rest.

On this hot day, several young Kush knights lay on the wall, looking out under the scorching sun.

When they saw the Fran Knights and Leia Knights digging the soil under the scorching sun with ropes tied around their necks, their bodies soaking wet and breathing heavily, they were overjoyed.

"It's so refreshing. It's so refreshing."

Perini still remembers the day when the groups were formed. It was a very exciting day.

The other knights, who originally looked down on the Kushites, kept trying to prove that they were Kush knights in order to avoid being dragged to the Supremacy for public trial.

They cried and reported to each other that some of them were of impure blood or pretended to be Kushites.

And those who did these things before were often the Kushites.

Many of these so-called "Frankenstein Knights" and "Leatian Knights" were Kushite Knights who were later Franticized and Leatianized.

Three generations back, they must be pure Kushites.

Although Perini was worried that this would alienate the Cavaliers, he had to admit that this move was indeed very effective.

Under the preferential treatment and publicity of the Salvation Army, these young Kush Knights all showed their favorable impression towards the Salvation Army.

Of course, preferential treatment is only based on the premise that they are innocent.

A certain Kush knight who had committed many crimes was dragged out for public trial and beheaded.

However, compared with those foreign Frankish knights, the Kushite nobles and the local Kushite civilians were close neighbors, had many relatives and the same culture, so the oppression was not considered cruel.

When the soldiers in black spoke in the Kush dialect, both sides felt an inexplicable sense of closeness when they met.

Not only that, Perini admitted from the bottom of his heart that the demon Horn did have some strength, and the soldiers of the Savior Army were indeed more qualified than those in Jinhe Township. He was not praising the Savior Army.

Before, they asked the black-clad prison guards (Black Hats) to help buy wine, and they deliberately gave him more money to prevent him from urinating in the wine unwillingly or secretly.

But unexpectedly, the Black Hats bought some pretty good wine and even gave them change.

After they calculated everything, they found that it was exactly the same. The Salvation Army did not embezzle a single cent.

Different from what they knew, these Saviors were really that kind, very rare. How to describe it?
At that time, Perini used a word that he had not said for a long time - "good man".

"A good person?" Perini lowered his head, as if questioning or asking a question.

"Here I come, here I come." A young Kush knight who was lying on the wall jumped down and rushed to the door of the courtyard.

Soon, two black-hatted soldiers at the door opened the door and let Enrico in.

When Enrico entered, he was still inviting the black hat soldiers at the door: "Zandros, Annon, come in and have a drink?"

The black-hatted soldier on guard shook his head shyly: "No, drinking while on guard will be punished."

"Your chief is really strict." Enrico clicked his tongue and walked into the courtyard in high spirits.

Unlike these knights who were under house arrest, Enrico did hard labor for three months, cultivated the land very well, and helped the Salvation Army persuade them to surrender on the battlefield.

In recognition of his achievements, Horn freed him from some of his rights and hired him as an agricultural consultant for the Holy Hoe Monastery, allowing him to move freely to a certain extent.

Count Enrico's education was indeed much better than those peasants.

He is well versed in a lot of agricultural knowledge related to estate management.

When others asked him about it, he would proudly say: "Go to Jinhe Township and ask around, and find out whose farmland yields the most harvests every year... Oh..."

But every time this topic was mentioned, Enrico would hold his chest in pain at the end, thinking of his manor and fields that had been divided up. However, three months of hard labor smoothed out his few edges and corners, and he accepted his current fate.

Looking at his cousin who was also from the Arco family, Perini found helplessly and sadly that two of the three earls of the Arco family had already gathered in the courtyard.

Behind Enrico, there were several people dressed in bishop's attire, but they were communicating with the black hat soldiers at the door, apparently asking about their recent performance.

"Your wine... your paper and pen... your ointment..." As soon as he entered the door, Enrico began to distribute various purchased supplies to these relatives and friends.

But when Perini took the "Holy Codex of the Monks of War" that Enrico bought for him, he noticed something in Enrico's pocket.

"Wait!" Perini grabbed Enrico's wrist.

"Ah? What's wrong?"

Perini did not say much, but pulled out some papers from his pocket and asked incredulously, "You bought jihad bonds?"

Enrico asked in confusion: "I don't know, they said I could make money, so I bought it."

Perini was completely speechless.

As a prisoner of war, you bought bonds that bet on the enemy's victory and your loss. What on earth do you want to do?
Perini was in a mixed mood, and Enrico was surrounded by knights.

“How much can this bond earn in a month?”

“The highest current price is 10 dinars at a price of 20 dinars, but it has an annual interest rate of 7% and can also be used to purchase auction assets.”

"Uncle Enrico, did you buy the "Journey to the Expedition of the Saint Sun" that I asked you to buy last time?"

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten. Here, I give it to you."

Perhaps it was the scene of the previous Fran knights vying to become Kush knights that gave these Kush youths too much stimulation in their hearts.

They all showed signs of "rebellion".

The previous Kush Knights were ostracized and bullied by the foreign knights. Although they were knights, they lived like large armed peasants.

These Kush knights are all young and vigorous, and they are already feeling a little bit unwilling to accept the result.

As a result, when it came into the hands of the Savior Army, this feeling of dissatisfaction completely exploded.

When they chat every day, they often say "Kushites don't fight Kushites", "Kushite lives are lives too", and "Kushites should have their own pope."

You know, the upper echelons of the Thousand Valley Church are all Franks, Leias, and even Aiel and Norn, but there is no place for Kushites.

Let’s look at the Salvation Army and the Holy Sun Papal State. The Holy Sun Saint herself is a Kushite, five of the six archbishops are Kushites, and nine of the ten legion commanders are Kushites.

Even pigs know who to turn to for better prospects.

But the problem is that these peasants have an inexplicable hatred towards the knights, and they will even take away the fields that originally belonged to them. This is what the young knights are more concerned about.

"Ahem..." When Enrico was distributing items, a priest with a determined expression held Enrico's shoulders and walked in front of Perini.

Enrico immediately cleared his throat and said, "Let me introduce you to you. This is the Cardinal of the Papal States, the Metropolitan of the White Sands of the Truth Long Distance Territory, Archbishop Madeleine Wiggin."

The knights immediately stood up in unison, put down the objects in their hands, and saluted Madeleine in unison.

"You're welcome, you're welcome." Madeleine spoke in the familiar Kush dialect, which dissipated a lot of the fear on the faces of the Kush youths.

Madeleine smiled and looked at Perini.

Perini knew immediately that the action was about to begin.

Accompanied by Enrico, the two walked into a secluded cabin.

"We may hate each other, but we also need each other." Madeleine started with the topic, without much nonsense, and a polite arc of the corners of her mouth, "Your Majesty can tolerate your existence with a pinch of the nose, but you will also have to give up some of your interests."

"I don't understand you……"

"Do you know why I came to see you today?"

Perini shook his head.

Madeleine handed him a letter with a wax seal still on it. "This is a letter from your grandmother in the Alcor family. She has not paid to redeem you."

Impatiently using a knife to cut open the bright red wax seal, Perini read the entire letter at a glance, his eyes growing wider and wider.

“For the future of the people of the Thousand Valleys, for the future of all Kushites…” Perini subconsciously read out the last line of the letter.

(End of this chapter)