On a small hill beside a stream.
Duncan and his companions gradually approached, and the Duke of Dingtiger rose to greet the knight who had saved them.
He was the Duke of Cornwall, possessing vast lands, second in power only to King Uther, with whom he also had a competitive relationship. Before the massive Saxon invasion, he had even clashed with King Uther.
Long ago, when meeting King Uther, the Duke of Dingtiger brought his wife Igraine, and King Uther fell in love with Igraine at first sight, thinking of her day and night.
Later, with the help of the knight Uffes and Merlin, King Uther transformed and sneaked into Igraine’s chamber, spending a memorable night with the beautiful Duchess, resulting in the conception of King Arthur.
Cornwall is located at the very bottom of the British map, in that protruding corner, as at the time avoiding Saxon pirates, the landing point for Duncan and his companions was slightly off the mark.
Duncan and his group gradually approached.
The Duke of Dingtiger, Gorias, couldn’t help but gaze at the group who had just saved his life, the most striking figure being Severus, due to his attire, which was extremely famous in the Britain of Celtic mythology.
Subsequently, his eyes fell on the young man riding alone, carrying a bow and sword, so young, merely nineteen this year, had worked as a blacksmith apprentice for half a year, and was expelled back to the border Bulan Village for having an affair with the charming wife of the neighboring boss.
Handsome, tall, with deep dark eyes, the brilliance subdued, features akin to a carved Greek statue, capturing one’s gaze, when directly meeting his eyes, it sent a slight tremor through the soul; the Duke of Dingtiger prided himself on his extraordinary appearance, but seeing this young knight even made him feel a bit inferior.
In fact, the young man’s human form did have a handsome foundation, otherwise, he wouldn’t have found shortcuts, but to say he was extraordinarily handsome, he was just above average.
The true transformation began when Duncan started his journey of killing; his looks took on a unique temperament through the killings, calm as an abyss when still, and like thunder and lightning when in motion, with a chilling gleam in his eyes causing a shiver.
Unwittingly, the blood and fire of the killings shaped a unique temperament in him, and along with the blood of the Holy Grail and physical enhancements, these changes became increasingly apparent.
The Crow Queen, Triss, had veiled her face, concealing her stunning beauty.
So, the Duke of Dingtiger quickly shifted his gaze to Anya, the witch, his expression carrying a hint of amazement, seemingly captivated by Anya’s stunning beauty, he was slightly dazed for a moment.
If it weren’t for the recent defeat with so many dead, and him narrowly escaping death, he certainly would have tried to flirt with such a beautiful Roman noblewoman.
But now, his attention was riveted on Duncan alone, his gaze incredibly fervent.
He had never seen such a valiant knight in his life!
Duncan rode forward, Anya slightly leading by half a horse’s head, with others following behind, making the distinction of precedence quite apparent.
"It seems that Roman noblewoman’s status is the most prestigious."
The Duke of Dingtiger quickly realized this, but he also noticed the warrior’s high standing, with others following his lead, and even the beautiful Roman noblewoman frequently turned to look at him, her expression showing evident reliance and admiration.
Anya carried a heavy aura of the old Roman Empire nobility.
Whether it was her proud demeanor, features, skin, attire, all reflected the quality of an old imperial noble, a richness of character only cultivated by a genuinely prestigious noble family.
After the last Roman legion withdrew from the British province, other forces each took control of parts, and the Duke of Dingtiger inherited part of the Roman legacy.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to form a low-config field army of the British Legion.
The Duke of Dingtiger stepped forward voluntarily, his gaze continuously on Duncan, but first, he greeted Anya, "Thank you all for your help!"
What he lacked most currently was such a mighty general brother.
Comparatively, though Anya was stunning, his wife, Igraine, was also one of the most beautiful women on the Great Britain Island, and naturally, he developed a resistance over time.
Anya nodded slightly in acknowledgment, though not as high-ranking as the other party, but she couldn’t lose in momentum; the old Roman nobility refused to lose in dignity, with her aura solid and stable.
Indeed, Anya’s proud demeanor somewhat intimidated the Duke of Dingtiger.
After all, the Great Britain Island was a remote region, an abandoned imperial province, a Duke’s title sounded intimidating, but this wasn’t the Middle Ages, where a Duke was truly outmatched by a Count, since a Count was the actual commander of the imperial field army.
Anya, being a former imperial socialite, handling a remote countryside Duke Lord was effortless; she displayed the arrogance of Romans to the fullest extent, making the Duke of Dingtiger a bit insecure about his origins.
With a brief exchange, Anya answered smoothly, quickly making the Duke of Dingtiger realize that this Roman noblewoman was indeed from a genuine family of imperial field army commanders.
Though the imperial legion had withdrawn, the enormous empire, over centuries, still had some influence among Romans on the Great Britain Island.
In fact, the Duke of Dingtiger’s own ancestors were Roman legion leaders who married the daughter of an indigenous chieftain.