Glen stood there and observed for a while.

At that moment, the female knight with a voluptuous figure and striking long legs was tending to the bloody wound on her arm, her expression etched with exhaustion.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Windsor turned her head and glanced over, saying feebly, "I'm not hungry at the moment. Thank you."

"Lady Knight, if you're truly exhausted, it would be advisable to take a short nap. That way, you won't be distracted during the battle," Glen said in a clear and resonant voice, offering a suggestion.

Windsor looked at the young gentleman before her in surprise, seemingly not expecting him to show concern for her.

"I'd like to rest too, but I'm extremely sleepy yet can't seem to fall asleep," Windsor said with a gentle smile, though the faint dark circles under her eyes somewhat marred her beauty.

Glen walked over to the side and, while distributing food to the other griffin knights, replied, "This might be due to excessive anxiety. If you can relax, it might solve the problem."

"You seem to know something about medicine? Are you a doctor?" Windsor's half-closed eyes widened slightly as she asked.

"I'm not a doctor, just have a little knowledge," Glen replied modestly.

By then, he had finished distributing the food in the wooden bucket and was about to go back to replenish it when Windsor called out to him, "Wait a moment. I also want to relax, but these days, the demons' attacks have been getting more and more fierce. We're at risk of defeat and death at any moment. If you have any way to help me rest for a while, I would be extremely grateful!"

Several female knights beside her who were in the same situation cast their gazes over one after another.

Seeing their expectant looks, Glen put down the wooden bucket and said, "I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee it will work."

"Alright!" Windsor readily agreed.

Glen walked behind Windsor and brought out a chair with a backrest from the tent.

Most of the items here were brought from the nearby town. This kind of chair with a backrest was imitated by other craftsmen based on Glen's design and had become popular in the vicinity recently. Its appearance here was not particularly strange, just relatively rare.

Coincidentally, when he came in, Glen had just caught a glimpse of this somewhat bulky and ostentatious chair in the tent.

He placed the chair beside Windsor and motioned for her to sit on it.

The latter obediently complied.

Glen stood behind the chair and gently placed his hands on the female knight's shoulders, saying, "Now, I need you to sit in the most comfortable position possible."

Windsor nodded gently.

Then Glen began to press the areas on both sides of her neck that were not covered by the armor with moderate force.

This novel sensation immediately made Windsor, the usually dominant captain of the griffin knights, let out a soft moan of pleasure.

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It seems to be effective... Glen felt more confident and began to press skillfully, including areas such as the temples.

Several female knights who had been watching closely were immediately filled with envy when they saw their captain's reaction.

After pressing for a while, but the other party still didn't seem to have fallen asleep, he couldn't help but frown.

Just then, Windsor said, "It's very comfortable and relaxing, but is there any way to massage other parts? My arms and legs are very sore."

"Um..." Glen hesitated for a moment and then said, "Of course, but is that okay?"

After all, there was a distinction between men and women. Although Glen didn't care, it was better to confirm.

"It's okay. I said it's fine," Windsor said, seemingly not too concerned.

Then there was nothing to worry about. Glen moved to the front of the other party, took a low stool, and sat down. Unexpectedly, the other party directly placed one of her long legs in his arms.

This trip wasn't in vain... He secretly rejoiced and quickly and deftly took off the lady's combat boots.

Upon feeling his actions, Windsor immediately exclaimed, "Don't..."

But her boots had already been taken off.

Glen placed the slightly warm combat boots aside and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Windsor was at a loss for words. Although her armor and boots were high-grade magical items that could absorb most of the sweat odor, she still felt a bit embarrassed.

Would an outsider, especially a man, feel disgusted upon smelling that faint odor? Such thoughts couldn't help but arise in her mind.

She had originally thought that the other party would press on the boots, but she didn't expect him to take them off.

Glen did smell a faint odor, but it wasn't really unpleasant. Compared to the odors when he and his comrades relaxed each other in his previous life, it was far better.

In fact, if Glen didn't have a keen sense of smell, he might not even have noticed it. He couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of magical creations.

The problem that had never been solved in the era of advanced technology could be easily solved here.

A rare blush briefly appeared on Windsor's face. Pretending not to care, she said, "It's nothing. Go ahead."

So Glen, with great concentration, began to massage and relax the beautiful leg in his arms. Of course, he only massaged below the thigh. Going any higher, even if Windsor was bold, she wouldn't agree. After all, women were women.

An even more comfortable feeling than before spread throughout her body like an electric current, causing goosebumps to rise, but this time Windsor managed to hold back from making a sound.

She stole a glance at Glen, who was focused. His hands were free of calluses, not like those of someone who did a lot of manual work, yet he was earnestly relaxing her slightly sweaty feet.

This feeling was indescribably enjoyable for her, and she unconsciously fell asleep.

When Glen was about to change to the other foot, he noticed that Windsor had already fallen asleep, and he could only terminate the massage with a hint of regret.

After all, with so many people present, if he continued to touch her feet after achieving his goal, it would seem that his motives were impure.

He went into the tent and brought back a basin of water.

He took off the other boot from Windsor's foot and placed her feet in the water.

Just as he stood up and was about to leave, several impatient female knights beside him quickly said, "And us!"

Glen's actions just now had greatly endeared him to them, giving them the impression that he was very caring. The way they looked at Glen had changed.

Glen could only give a bitter smile and motioned for them to come one by one.

...

Hundreds of meters beneath the ground of a certain forest.

A black beetle approximately thirty meters in length lay quietly buried here.

Inside the thick carapace of the beetle, there was a room of about four square meters.

An eerie green magical fire burned in the hanging lamp.

The room was empty.

The next moment, the ground began to wriggle, and a head without hair emerged. Then the head struggled to pull its body out.

It was a bald man with a blind left eye. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and there was a tattoo of an unknown beast on his arm.

Four faces immediately appeared on the wall. One of the faces questioned the man on the ground, "Why are you the only one here? Where are the five bishops?"

"Dead! They're all dead! I saw the griffin knights carrying away the shriveled bodies of the elders!" The man on the ground was filled with immense grief, and tears streamed down his face.

"No! Our bishops!"

"This can't be true! We made so many preparations! It should have been foolproof!"

"Did something unexpected happen? Yes! That must be it! Were they discovered by the kingdom's high-ranking knights? Damn it! Who was it!? We must avenge them!"

"Those damned demons! They had to choose this place as the battlefield! They deserve to die too!"

The faces on the wall contorted with curses and wails.