I built a manor in the Middle Ages

Chapter 48 Confrontation
Luke's words came into Henry's ears along with the mountain breeze, and the man with a high nose instantly frowned in disgust.

Although chivalry represents concepts such as upholding justice and supporting the weak, those who truly possess the so-called chivalry are as rare as a drop of water in the ocean.

The vast majority of knights did not consider it a sin to harm the lower classes.

Being of noble birth, they were full of indifference and contempt for the lower classes, considering them to be unworthy and no different from beasts of burden or prey.

On the contrary, in order to win the favor of a noble beauty, he would risk his life and break a lance in a fierce duel just to get a smile from his beloved.

Although Henry had been wandering for many years, this idea was still engraved in his bones. He looked at Luc and laughed angrily:

"What a filthy pig!"

"Looks like there's no need for me to keep you. One slave is enough!"

Henry raised his lance.

Yes, he also has a lance!
But it's not an iron spear.

But a pointed wooden spear.

The real lance was broken six years ago.

But Henry, who knew the power of the lance, never gave up lance training for six years, even if it was just a disposable wooden spear.

Combined with the charge of the warhorse, it can pierce the unarmored enemy every time. Even if the damn pariah in front of him is wearing chain mail, once stabbed, he will feel chest tightness and shortness of breath!
Luc stood still in front of the horse's hooves. After hearing Ryan's words, he quickly returned to the house and put on armor and helmet with Ryan's help, put on sword, shield and bow and arrow, handed the armed axe to Ryan, and hurried out, just in time to meet Henry who was slowly coming over.

Henry's high-sounding words made Luc's teeth ache.

What the hell is this Meyer family?
To be honest, I was really shocked when I heard Ryan say that a knight was coming. At that time, I was wondering why the knight was so bored and ran to the wilderness instead of enjoying the good life in his own territory. When I came out, I realized that he was a wandering knight.

Apart from having an unnecessary knight title, the wandering knight is undoubtedly a bandit.

Many people even pretend to be wandering knights and cheat people everywhere.

Seeing Henry riding towards him with a lance in hand, Luc drew an arrow and aimed it at the horse's head.

The cold bone arrow drew an arc in the air. Henry's pupils dilated instantly. He quickly raised the shield tied to his left arm and accurately blocked the horse's head.

Stomp! The bone arrow was firmly nailed to the edge of the wooden shield, and the tail of the arrow trembled continuously.

"Damn it! What a cunning archer!"

Henry cursed angrily and quickly reined in his horse. The reason he called Luc cunning was because he was very proficient in riding skills. When charging, he leaned forward with his waist bent, his head lowered, his shield in front of him, and his lance placed flat. In this way, his torso could be protected behind the shield to the maximum extent and not be attacked by arrows.

But he didn't expect that the bearded man was actually an experienced archer. He didn't aim at himself, but at the unarmored warhorse.

Based on this, Henry did not dare to rush forward blindly, but instead rode his horse in circles.

Luc didn't consider himself experienced, but he felt his IQ was quite normal. Having been on the battlefield, he certainly knew the terror of cavalry. He turned to Ryan and said, "Hide in the fence quickly and close the gate!"

"it is good!"

Ryan trotted to close the wooden door, then moved a few stones to block it tightly.

Luc carried a wooden ladder to the fence wall. This ladder was originally built for the new house. Its original purpose was to be able to climb to the second floor to put out supplies. Now it became Luc's corridor. He stood at the battlement between two sharp wooden stakes, looking down with a bow and arrow.

Henry noticed something the moment Luc entered the fence, but unfortunately he was too late to stop it. He could only curse at Luc while riding his horse:

"You tailless guy, if you have the guts to come out and fight, what's the point of hiding in there!?"

The fence was only as tall as a person, but it was a difficult obstacle to overcome for an old horse with a broken back.

Besides, there were sharp wood and guards. Henry was now a little annoyed that he had said so much nonsense just now and didn't rush into the fenced yard in one go.

Luc curled his lips, not understanding what this wandering knight was thinking. If he really wanted a fair duel, why was he still riding a horse?
Luc simply fired another arrow with his backhand, forcing Henry to quickly spur his horse out of the way.

"You bastard of unknown origin, you are not worthy of me to duel with you!" Henry dodged Luc's arrow again on horseback, and his eyes flashed coldly when he heard this.

The words he used to insult Luc were very harsh. "No tail" is actually slang for there being nothing underneath, but it was far less biting than Luc's counterattack.

After all, for a noble, there is nothing more humiliating than questioning one's bloodline.

Henry looked at Luc like a wild beast, and squeezed out the words coldly from between his teeth:

"Believe me, I will cut off your head with my own hands and then impale your body on a stake!"

Henry, suppressing his anger, immediately changed his tactics and began to attack the fence continuously.

The wooden door of the fenced yard was not very strong, and he was confident that he could just knock it open with his horse's hooves!

Seeing this, Luc shot back an arrow.

But Henry dodged every time thanks to his riding skills.

Luc's face was solemn. He understood what Henry was doing. When all his arrows were used up, it would be the time for the other party to really start the attack.

However, since his intention was seen through, Luc simply consumed his arrows as slowly as possible. Henry could only charge once in a while because of his horse's injury, which made Luc raise an eyebrow.

The confrontation lasted from noon to dusk, and Luc had shot all 24 arrows.

At this time, Luc's right arm was numb and Henry's horse was sweating all over. The two men tacitly agreed to temporarily stop fighting and each started to cook dinner.

"Ryan, bake the bread a little more and let that guy outside smell it!"

Luc stood on the wooden ladder, concentrating on observing the outside. Henry was brushing his warhorse by the stream. While giving instructions to Ryan, he squinted his eyes and kept thinking about the next countermeasures in his mind.

If he also had a warhorse, he could rush out at this moment, relying on the horse's speed to kill Henry in one fell swoop when he was relaxed.

But relying solely on his own strength, he would probably be discovered by the enemy before he could even get over the fence, and Henry would probably ride on his horse and chop him down.

Luc was not afraid of Henry on foot, the difficulty lay in the horse.

"Master, it's roasted and a pot of thick soup has been cooked!"

Ryan trotted up the wooden ladder with the food. After an entire afternoon of confrontation, Ryan, who had done nothing, was the most nervous among the three. Precisely because he had done nothing, he felt the most uncertain.

He did not have the absolute confidence in himself like Henry, or the courage that was beyond the times like Luc.

Ryan was born and raised in the common people class, and he had a natural fear of the aristocracy. In addition, he had experienced war, and the gains and losses of this pure land that he had finally obtained were repeatedly intertwined in his heart. Henry's arrival did make him panic, but when he saw Luc's calm face, he gradually calmed down.

"Master, what should we do now?"

"Wait!"

"wait?"

Luc didn't reply, chewing his bread in big mouthfuls and stretching his legs to prevent them from going numb.

Henry outside also took out some shriveled peas and swallowed them whole with stream water. As if he had sensed something, Henry suddenly raised his head and saw Luc on the wall happily eating bread and drinking thick soup. When he saw him looking at him, he deliberately ate even louder. Henry was immediately furious.

Once I break through the fence, I will tear this guy's tongue off!

After finishing his meal, Henry led his warhorse towards the forest.

The warhorse was old and needed a rest after an afternoon of hard work. He had already picked up all of Luke's arrows, and when he recovered, it would be time to defeat the enemy.

Luc watched Henry's every move. In the afternoon, he had already become suspicious of Henry's warhorse. Now that he saw Henry walking away, his suspicions were confirmed. He drank the last mouthful of soup and tossed the bowl to Ryan.
"Wait until night."

"Tonight is our chance to kill him!"

(End of this chapter)