Jiang Yang led his horse through the bustling streets.
The streets were fairly wide, but they could not compare at all with those of the great cities of the East. Gray-black stone buildings lined both sides, and the roads were filled with pilgrims.
The closer Jiang Yang came to Christ's church, the more he sensed an atmosphere of solemn reverence.
He was halfway there with his horse when a middle-aged noble knight in light armor approached him.
Behind him followed a dozen or so armored knights wearing black crosses on white.
A longsword hung at the noble knight's waist, and he held his helmet in his arms. His expression was solemn as he looked at Jiang Yang and spoke.
"Mysterious knight from the East, I have heard of the reputation you earned on your journey from the East. Although you travel the world as a merchant, in my eyes, you must be a powerful warrior. Your bearing tells me that you could never be an ordinary merchant."
At this point, he paused, then continued.
"Are you a noble from a distant eastern kingdom?"
Then he glanced at Jiang Yang's gleaming golden eyes, found him all the more mysterious, and asked.
"Or a powerful Witcher?"
Because of the existence of witches and other extraordinary people, the medieval West was not actually unfamiliar with those who possessed supernatural powers.
Jiang Yang smiled at his words and said.
"Perhaps I am neither, but I could be either."
The middle-aged noble knight's expression remained unchanged as he said.
"Whatever the case, my king wishes to see you!"
In his heart, he already regarded Jiang Yang as a mysterious eastern noble.
Baldwin I was very interested in this powerful eastern knight whose fame had spread far and wide, so he had specifically sent the middle-aged