This is the tragedy of Rome.
The once glorious empire is now rotten almost to the point of stinking.
The identity of a so-called doctor has become a tool for them to run rampant in the countryside.
After all, in the eyes of these farmers, a doctor who understands medicine and is willing to come to a place like their countryside is a great blessing.
Watching his lord being surrounded, even though he knew these farmers wouldn't dare to make a move.
But Toler still wasn't at ease, he drew his sword.
He took the lead to separate the farmers from Ning Cuo.
Demonstrating his fundamental role as a knight, protecting his lord at all costs.
Seeing this, the farmers became even more panicked.
A sturdy man nearly two meters tall, wearing full armor, wielding a two-handed greatsword.
There's no need to doubt, as long as Toler is given enough time.
He could single-handedly kill hundreds of people in this village.
Because these poor farmers' so-called weapons are all made of wood, they can't penetrate the armor.
Ning Cuo waved his hand, signaling his men to put down their weapons.
These are the mule and horse people he'll need to use later.
It's a waste to kill them.
“Which one of you is in charge, come over here.”
Watching Toler get back on his horse, focusing intently on every slight movement around him.
Ning Cuo seemed like a great noble, even though he was surrounded by hundreds of people with only a dozen of his own, he remained calm and composed, forcing these people to obey his orders with a commanding tone.
“Don't listen to him, I, Oké, have been practicing medicine in Rome for so many years, I've never seen this person before, all of you attack!”
“Damn slaves, what are you doing down there, don’t forget who your master is, come up here and seize this man for me!”
Hearing this, the girl couldn't help but tremble, it was already a struggle for her to deal with Oké alone.
If those four or five strong men were to come up, she would be doomed.
Looking up, her eyes filled with pleading, she looked at Ning Cuo.
It seemed as if she was pinning all her hopes on the man on horseback.
Oké’s order caused some unrest among the villagers and his men.
After all, he had been running rampant here for so long, his orders were simply beyond the villagers' ability to resist.
But one of the people involved, Ning Cuo, widened his eyes.
What? Joan of Arc?
Is this still Rome?
How could a Joan of Arc appear in the late Roman Empire?
Let alone the historical context, the country is wrong!
This isn't France!
Even if it's the Age of Gods, this is too outrageous!
Just as Ning Cuo was brainstorming, the system suddenly popped up.
【Triggering Emergency Mission: The Ambition to Become Pope】
【As someone who aspires to be the future Pope, you must have well-known figures from the Vatican under your command. 】
【One of the completion conditions is to help Joan of Arc out of her current predicament. 】
【Reward: 50 Reputation Points, Joan of Arc, the Christian Holy Maiden, joins your ranks】
Now he's getting excited!
No matter what the problem is, it’s been confirmed by the system.
This is indeed the real Joan of Arc.
She's in distress, if he doesn't seize this opportunity, he'll be doing a disservice to his past experience with human relationships.
Just a simple glance.
Toler immediately understood.
“Draw swords, everyone!”
With this command, the infantry squadron on horseback immediately stood at attention and drew their swords, holding them above their heads.
“I’ll count to five, if your prefect hasn’t come over by the time I’m finished, I will judge you in the name of God, death penalty!”
After living in this era for so long.
Ning Cuo has adapted to the rules of this era.
Besides, his current identity is a great noble, mercy? Not a chance!
Seeing these knights with their gleaming weapons, the villagers, who were just about to rush in, faltered.
Maquile was now sweating profusely.
He kept pushing through the dense crowd of villagers.
He even got impatient and used his donkey whip to repeatedly strike those in front who wouldn't move aside.
Until he saw Ning Cuo sitting on his horse, his gaze cold.
Good, the anxiety in his heart finally dissipated.
He knelt straight down, kowtowing frantically.
He cried and begged.
“All of you kneel down, this is the Lord who just arrived to take office.”
“How dare you lowly people offend such a precious person, have you forgotten what I just told you?”
Hearing this, all the villagers knelt down in unison.
They acted even more afraid than before, a hundred times over.
Although Ning Cuo might have slaughtered the village just now, many people didn't take it seriously.
After all, even if this is the outskirts, it’s still close to Rome.
If he did something so inhumane, the Roman Emperor Nero wouldn't stand by and watch.
But if Ning Cuo is the lord of this place, it’s a different story.
He could say one word, and they would be committing suicide if they didn't do it themselves, it would be soiling his hands.
They would be disrespecting the authority of the lord, and would be ostracized by all of Rome.
Seeing all the villagers kneel down, not even daring to raise their heads.
Oké realized the reality, trembling all over.
He tried to maintain a composed facade.
Seeing that it was working well, Ning Cuo didn’t have time for this clown for now.
He gave Toler a look.
He doesn’t know where this tall guy learned so much about human relations, he does a great job, and he understands who the main character is.
He doesn’t steal the spotlight, he’s diligent and dedicated, loyal, yet he never boasts about his accomplishments.
He loves it, this top-tier tool person is just so lovable.
“Sheathe your swords! Protect the Lord!”
Toler continued to act out his role, sheathing his sword.
Then he dismounted and used his hand to support Ning Cuo's foot as he got off the warhorse.
This made the people around even more terrified.
Toler is a true, officially appointed Great Knight, you can tell from the decorations on the armor on his horse.
Three feathers at the top, no one other than a Great Knight dares to use this, they would be hunted down by the entire knightly class.
And such a great knight was so humble.
Ning Cuo's identity is simply terrifying to think about.
But if they knew what had happened in Rome recently, they would probably faint in unison.
Fortunately, news travels slowly and no major commotion was caused.
Stepping back onto the ground, looking at the circle of kneeling villagers.
Toler was also quick-witted, he waved his hand, and the soldiers behind him spread their shields on the backs of these villagers, creating a path leading to the hut.
The villagers used as a foundation stood straight, not daring to move, even their breathing was held back.
They were afraid that the Lord walking on top of them might have an accident.
Walking up the steps, Toler ripped away Otto, who was frozen in place, creating space for his master.
And Ning Cuo supported Joan of Arc, who was clueless, gently comforting her.
“Don’t worry, I’m the lord here, everything you’ve been through today, I will do you justice.”
“Th…thank you…”
Joan of Arc's voice was very weak, her experiences from childhood made her feel this kind of warmth for the first time.
Her body, wrapped in a cloak, leaned unconsciously against Ning Cuo's.
She followed him down the steps, step by step.
Until she saw the villagers kneeling in a circle outside.
Joan of Arc quietly clenched the hem of her cloak, praying in her heart.
“God, if this is a dream, I’m willing to never wake up.”