Just minutes later, Edulcore returned riding one of the knight's horse, plus six others attached to a rope, and running behind him.
"See, Phil, we'll not have to go by foot, after all."
Ed get off the horse, holding something under one of his arms. Looking at the lying knights. "Are they all dead?" he asked.
"No, some are just badly beaten up" responded the special agent. "That one is their leader. Sir Langtham. He owns a fortress near here."
"Sam told you that?"
"No, I read it in his mind."
"Now that I think of... how's possible that they speak American English?" asked Euro, perplexed, looking at the landscape, obviously not terrestrial, although very similar.
"They weren't. I was reading their though and feeding them to the brains of our teammates."
"Very good move. That trick will help us a lot to meddle among the population of this place."
"Yeah, but I don't know to which extent will work. I mean, with how many people it will function. Probably I can't let a crowd believe we are talking their language. It's better if Sam teach us the local language.
Euro nodded, and went toward Brianna. "You can't wear those armors, there is no place for your wing, and also would weight you down. I... found... these hanging outside a farm, near the river." Clothes of peasants. An ample gown, with a white shirt and a black bodice.
"I would have preferred an armor, but thanks" said Brianna, with an half smile.
"I think all the guys would have preferred the same, but this will let you fly, Bri".
"And this what is?" The girl was holding a long pair of white trousers.
"I guess that's the underwear, Bri" laughed Euro.
"Uhrg!"
