It started to snow in the sky, and I lay on the horse's back and ran forward desperately.

"I misread her!" I shouted angrily on the horse's back, "Are all gods like this?"

No one answered my question, only the horse beneath me neighed, and his pace was a little slower, and he seemed a little tired.

"Hold on for a while, the cute horse, for a short while," I didn't let it stop and rest. I didn't dare to stop and rest. God knows whether those fanatical pastors were chasing me.

But I don’t know where to go, and I’m very confused inside. Palik is located in the northernmost part of the continent, so I’m going to the empire very quickly. The problem is that I’m also a wanted criminal in the empire.

Valenlia must not be able to stay anymore. That guy Aktis has never liked me. I lost the protection of the fairy. This incident will definitely reach his ears soon. He will not miss this opportunity.

Maybe he and the priests of the fairies in the lake will be reunited, and what I will face at that time is the national pursuit of priests, knights and ordinary soldiers.

If my soldiers are still there, I am not afraid. Guerrilla warfare has always been my strength. The name Guerrilla warfare is the name given by the Empire based on my past record and tactics. This has to be said to be a special honor.

Unfortunately, all my warriors died in front of the Karen Forest. In order to guard this world for these brainless and petty nobles, the clever priests and the ruthless fairies, the subordinates and brothers I care about, each of them gave their lives.

I bit my lips tightly, so that I would not let tears flow out.

"It's not a time for sadness, Saren," I lay on my horse's back and told myself, "You have to think about what to do next."

I took out the map I carried with me and began to think about my future life plans. Obviously, neither Valenlia nor Eindhoven could stay. The Duchy Federation has been in a state of blockade. Neither the wizards of the Eindhoven Empire nor the priests of the Valendhoven Kingdom were able to lift this mysterious blockade. I don't think I could.

The Republic of Strand is a good place. Outside the East China Sea, far away from the mainland's island countries, the technological level is said to be more developed than any country on the mainland, or even dwarfs. This country may be very suitable for me.

The problem is that I have to find a way to go to Strand, which means that my return to the Empire, only the Empire has a fixed route to Strand.

"Wow" I hurriedly strangled the horse, turned around and rushed into the woods, and ran eastward.

I have one more thing to do before heading to the empire.

I stopped my horse in front of a pool deep in the forest and walked to the edge of the pool.

The water in the pool was very clear, allowing me to clearly see my own helmet.

I twisted my neck gently and took my helmet off my face, and the face of a young boy immediately reflected in the pool.

The boy's face was covered with dirty gray and blood, and his long hair, which was originally as dazzling as flames, was covered with dust, looking dull.

His face still looked like a teenager's face, tender and young, but in many places he began to transform into a man.

I reached out, touched the soft moustache on my lips, and pressed my slightly raised Adam's apple.

I have seen these in Trachor's books. He told me that this is a normal phenomenon. I have always been deliberately forgetting my age. Until now, when I see my face and touch my beard, I remember that I am only fifteen years old and about sixteen years old.

"Wash your face first," I murmured to myself, taking off my armored gloves, scooping a large handful of water from the pool, and smacking it hard on my face.

I shivered. The water temperature in winter is not very comfortable, but I had no choice. While the water was still there, I rubbed my face hard and rubbed all the stains on my face clean.

It didn't take me too much time. I rubbed three handfuls of water before washing away all the blood and dirt on my face. The familiar, pale boy face came back.

"Now, it's time to do the next step," I looked at the red hair on my head, reached out to create a mitral knife, cut off my long hair one by one, to the point where I could be covered by the hat.

Strands of red hair fell on the grass and quickly piled up into a ball. I ran to the pool and touched my head with satisfaction. My originally soft long hair had been cut flat by me. As long as I had a hat, no one could see my red hair, which was the most conspicuous feature that I had solved.

As for the pile of red hair on the ground, I thought about it, dug a hole on the ground, buried all my hair, and then filled it quickly.

"Okay," I clapped my hands quickly and carefully washed the dirt on my hands in the pool. "It's time to deal with the last thing."

I walked back to the horse, liberated it from the tree, rode it quickly out of the forest, and rushed towards the nearest town.

To be honest, I was very worried along the way, the armor on my body was too obvious, I didn't know whether the king had reacted or where the priest who was chasing me was now. When I arrived at this town called Maculis, my heart was in my throat.

"Wake" I slowed down in front of the bridge at the entrance of the town, tried my best to make myself look normal, and slowly crossed the bridge with the abortion.

The civilians and militia on the bridge were looking at me, with reverence and curiosity in their eyes. I guess they must have never seen the knights before, but God is on, and their eyes really made me nervous.

"If they knew that I called their beloved fairy a bitch, would they rush up and tear me?" I thought with a little malicious intention in my heart, quietly holding the broken steel on my waist with one hand, ready to enter a state of combat at any time.

Since breaking with the fairy, her divine power has instantly left me. It turns out that those magical techniques that exist in my mind are extremely clear, just like I was born with no other magical skills left.

I tried to sense the magic power in my body, but found that I had nothing to do. My body was empty, just like before I came to Valenlia.

I have seen the description of this situation, "When a knight betrays a fairy, or insults the knight's honor and damages the knight's character, he is not worthy of being called a knight, and the fairy's divine power will leave him. Such people are generally called 'former knight' or guilty people."

So I am no longer the Great Knight Captain, but the guilty one. I am no longer Lancelot. To be honest, I don't like this name at all.

However, although I am no longer a knight, Duan Gang is still the extremely powerful long sword, and the armor on my body still has powerful runes engraved. Although I cannot release any magical skills, it is still a piece of cake to me to solve these militias.

Fortunately, everything that happened, whether it was the king's order or the fairy's priest, seemed to have not reached this point, and I soon followed the crowd into the town.

"Huh," I finally breathed a sigh of relief after I put the horses in the stable at the entrance of the town and walked out of the stable, and my hand finally moved away from the hilt of the broken steel sword.

Time is very tight, I have to hurry up.

"Hello," I grabbed a passing civilian. He seemed very impatient at first. After seeing the armor on my body, he quickly bowed to me and looked at me with fear and fear.

"Don't be nervous," I waved at him, "I just want to know if there is a barber shop in the town?"

"Is the barber shop, master," he breathed a sigh of relief, his face also became relaxed, pointing his finger to the intersection not far away, "This corner is over, Master Knight."

"Thank you very much," I nodded to him, ran quickly to the intersection, and found the barber shop he mentioned on my left.

This is the first thing I have to do. It is not safe enough to cut it short, so I decided to find a way to change my hair color.

The best way is to buy a wig, of course.

"Hello, this knight," as soon as I entered the barber shop, a young man with a leather apron came up. "In such a small town, it is not common for distinguished guests like you. What do you want to order?"

"Shave me a bald head," I took off my helmet and pointed to the short hair on my head. "I'm injured and need to shave my hair to deal with it."

"Okay, come here, Master Knight." The barber nodded quickly, helped me to a chair, took out a razor from his leather apron, and carefully shaved my hair.

The cold razor blades pressed against my scalp tightly, making me a little nervous. I unknowingly moved my hand to the hilt of Broken Steel's sword. After a while, I confirmed that he was just shaving his head seriously and had no other thoughts, so I moved my hand away.

"You are so suspicious, Saren." I thought with a wry smile in my heart, "He is just an honest craftsman."

The barber has a very good craftsmanship. After a while, my hair fell to the ground one by one. Then the barber removed the apron on my chest, "Okay," he clapped his hands, picked up a mirror from the table next to him, and placed it in front of me, "Look."

The mirror made of copper was very blurry, but I still saw myself in the mirror clearly. The remaining red hair had disappeared, revealing the blue scalp underneath, making me look a little funny.

"Damn it," I looked at it and suddenly became angry, "The wound has healed! The fairy is on it, what exactly is I shaved my hair."

"You," I looked at the barber with some anger, and the fierce look scared the latter, "Do you have a wig, the kind that suits men?"

"Yes, there are, but there is no red one."

"It's okay, give me a push."

"Okay," the barber seemed afraid that I would take my anger on him, so he ran into his warehouse quickly, and soon ran out with a short dark brown hair.

"This is a wig for men, Master Knight," he handed me the wig in his hand, "You can try it?"

"Well," I snorted from my nose, took the wig from his hand and put it on my head.

I looked different in the mirror than before. My short dark brown hair with bangs changed my face a lot. With the change in hair color, I probably wouldn't even recognize my former good friend.

I nodded with satisfaction, "How much does this wig, plus hairdressing service cost?"

"A silver coin, Master Knight," the barber was stunned for a moment, then showed a happy look, rubbing his hands expectantly. I guess he must feel that he couldn't get the money.

"For you," I took out my purse, took out a silver coin from Valenlia from it, and handed it to the barber. Before leaving the door, I suddenly turned my head and asked with some concern: "You won't tell others about this, are you?"

"No, lord, swear in the name of fairies."

After getting the guarantee from the barber, I left the barber shop with satisfaction. The performance just now should be enough to dispel the barber's doubts. I don't know if he would think of this after seeing the wanted order, but by then, I should have been in the empire and even arrived in Strand.

"The next one is the tailor shop," I left the barber shop and found a tailor shop non-stop, claiming that "I need to visit a friend, and it's not appropriate to wear armor." It's easy to get a decent outfit.

Carrying the bag given to me by the tailor shop is my armor inside. I wear a cotton coat and thick velvet pants, a woolen hat, and humming a song. From now on, there is less than a defector Knight Lancelot at this time, and the son of a successful businessman in the Empire, Savoscott, the eldest son of the Cotter family.

The name of Savos comes from Tracho, and he has told me more than once that this name sounds much better than my Salon.

I hummed a song and walked back to the stable. The person in charge of the stable had changed. I walked up and showed the horse storage certificate I had previously obtained, signed by Savoscott, and easily retrieved my own horse from the stable.

I named this horse "Cherry". She was very happy to see me, so she came to me, stuck out her tongue and licked me several times.

"Let's go, cherry," I patted her on the back and led her out of the stable. "We still have a long way to go."

As soon as I walked out the door, a large group of soldiers holding halberds escorted several priests in linen robes, walking towards the town from the other side of the bridge.

It was a regular army. I looked at them and my heart tightened. The fool knew what they came from.

"All residents, beware," as expected, the head sergeant, with a helmet raised a portrait in his hand, muttering loudly, "We are chasing a former knight fugitive named Lancelot, who we believe is still wandering in this area, this is his portrait," he said, raising the portrait in his hand high and turning a circle, "Any resident who effectively provides clues will receive a reward of one thousand gold Lani, and any resident who assists us in catching this criminal will receive a reward of ten thousand gold Lani! They will also be named baron, anyone, if you have seen this fugitive, you can report it to the soldiers left by the town or the Fairy Church in the Lake, and we will deal with it immediately!"

I was not in a hurry to rush. When everyone was listening, a person who was only concerned about rushing was the most conspicuous suspect target.

Even though I was mentally prepared, I still took a breath when I heard the price tag Aktila offered me, and he really invested a lot.

The sergeant saw that everyone nearby noticed what he had notified, nodded, and continued to go to the town with the soldiers and the priest.

Five soldiers holding long halberds stood by the bridge at the entrance of the town. When I came with my horse, they were carefully checking the appearance of every passing civilian.

"Huh," I let out a gentle breath, and my right hand tightly grasped the cherry's reins.

"It's okay, Salon." I told myself in my heart and walked slowly along the flow of people.

One residents after another were released, and it was my turn soon.

I felt my heart pounding, but I still held the cherry and walked slowly forward.

"Wait!" A voice came from my left, causing my muscles to tense up in an instant. My broken steel was not in my hand. If I really started fighting, I would not be sure to put them down.

"Take off your hat." A soldier holding a halberd walked up to me, looked at me nervously, and ordered loudly.
To be continued...