Chapter 24, Banquet in the Lord's Longhouse (Part 2)

"At that time, the barbarian warriors raised their shields and spears. The formation was really scary, but I was not timid. I followed a white wolf knight and rushed into the barbarian army with them. In the middle, my beloved horse knocked and flew a barbarian bastard..."

"Stop, stop, stop, this...Mr. Ike? Please allow me to correct a small mistake of yours, that is, the White Wolf Knights did not participate in the Wenle offensive and defensive battle at all. The White Wolf Knights at that time They are resting in Winter City, and the cavalry of the White Bear Mercenary Corps participated in the offensive and defensive battle of Wenle, and they have never charged." Teresa interrupted Knight Ike's thoughts unceremoniously.

"Oh! No wonder I thought why the white wolves on the banner are so fat~" the handsome guy immediately corrected.

"The White Bear Mercenary Corps is only acting as a logistical protection, connected with Wenle's spear." The sorceress stretched out her small hand, and warmed the fire. The heat from above made her feel very comfortable.

Well, it would be even better if that man could be by her side and chat with her at this time.

"Ah, that's right! I said that the brothers of the Long Spear Company are really good, and they are also very friendly to me. They even brought out pickled venison for me to eat..."

"Wenle's Spear Company is a group of businessmen's children and craftsmen. They are notoriously poor in combat effectiveness, and they are stingy. They like to blackmail the villagers on the marching route..." the sorceress corrected again, her beautiful face was full of have no choice.

"But there are always a few good people among them, aren't there? After that..."

"Teresa, are you feeling better?" A gentle voice interrupted Ike's chattering, and Ryan came back after going around somewhere: "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Can you pour me a glass of juice, Ryan?" The sorceress showed a bright smile to the visitor, like a bright red rose blooming in the snow, and then she smiled at Ike again: "Mr. Ike , excuse me, my male companion is here."

"Oh! Oh! Okay, I'm sorry to bother you." Ike's eyes greedily swept over the White Wolf Knight badge on Ryan's chest, and then shrugged his shoulders: "Please go ahead, Mr. White Wolf Knight."

After finishing speaking, Ike turned around and went to other tables, continuing to brag about his own story, but this time the content was changed to how he skillfully coordinated the White Bear Mercenary Group and the Wenle Long Spear Company in the Wenle offensive and defensive battle Relationship, reconcile their contradictions, and turn the tide with one's own power, and successfully guard the story of the luggage.

"Your admirer?" Ryan offered a glass of juice.

"No, it's just wandering knights." The sorceress took the juice and said with a smile: "There are too many such people. You should have seen these wandering knights, right?"

"Wait a minute, I forgot one thing when I came back." Ryan took out a blanket made of a whole white wolf fur from the space ring, and handed it to Teresa. The sorceress felt warm in her heart, and she He took the blanket and covered it on his lap: "Is this yours?"

"Yes, you know, I am the White Wolf Knight, and occasionally I have to show respect to the Lord of the White Wolf." Ryan nodded, and he sat down beside the sorceress.

Teresa also knows about this. The White Wolf God of War Urik is a god who advocates force and competition. This god pays attention to weeding out the weak and respects the strong. An important way to please the White Wolf God of War is the "White Wolf Trial" , the experimenter entered the snowfield alone, hunted a white wolf with his bare hands and went to the White Wolf Temple to sacrifice it. The stronger the white wolf he hunted, the happier the White Wolf God of War would be.

It's just that the death rate of the trial is very high, and many outstanding young people are gone forever, which makes the nobles not recommend their children to participate in this trial.

Wrapping her legs with a blanket, leaving only the toes of her white high-heeled shoes outside, the sorceress felt in a trance that she had returned to her living room in the Sky Castle. She suddenly felt that this kind of banquet was not as bad as she imagined, so Take the initiative to talk to a man: "Another wandering knight,

There are quite a few people like this recently. "

"One radish and one pit, isn't it?" Ryan chuckled.

As I said before, those who have fiefs and titles are knights of the kingdom.

No fiefs and titles are knight errants.

And those who have no fief and title are wandering knights.

Compared with kingdom knights who have a fixed income, although knight-errants have no fixed income, as a knight with a title, they will be recognized for their activities within the boundaries of the country. Knight-errants do not have fixed income such as fief income or salary. However, they still have position income or military pay, and when the country needs them, they must also respond to the call of the nobles who gave them titles.

The wandering knight is the worst existence.

Wandering knights are not knights at all. They come from many sources, including bankrupt knights who are not well managed, ex-noble children who have been deprived of their titles, illegitimate children of nobles who have no inheritance rights, and rich adventurers or soldiers who have accumulated and worked hard to become knights. The way it is now.

What they have in common is that they have neither titles nor fiefdoms, and they are even worse than some military officers, because they have no positions or military salary income, and they only have a basic set of equipment and war horses.

The activity route of these wandering knights is just like their names, wandering constantly, wherever they go, they will try their best to sell themselves, try their best to get a position, or get canonized by other nobles, and become knight-errants. If they can’t do it, they will give priority to completing the entrustment of the lord or the church, earn a commission enough to make ends meet and maintain and equip war horses, and then go to the next place and continue wandering until one day a nobleman is willing to enshrine him, or they are old Then choose to settle down.

Among the wandering knights, there used to be a very famous figure, that is, "Rose Knight" Taylor Buddha. This knight was the illegitimate son of a duke of the empire. His mother was a lowly washerwoman. After the dispute between the duke and the duchess, , this Taylor Buddha was ordered not to inherit any of the Duke's property. When he became an adult, the Duke threw him a sword and brought a horse: "Taylor Buddha, you are not a medal on my clothes, there is no need to stay at home, go out Go wandering."

After speaking, the poor illegitimate child was kicked out, and this is the beginning of the legendary story of "Rose Knight" Taylor Buddha.

"This Mr. Ike has thick calluses on his index and middle fingers. It can be seen that he should be a good swordsman." Ryan watched the wandering knight bragging about himself to the unknown soldiers. With all kinds of credits, he said to the sorceress maliciously: "I dare say, he must have seen your attire before he came up to get close. If he can make a good relationship with a lady, his future adventures will definitely be successful." A lot of help."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Ryan, don't tell me, you also have the vice of those wandering knights?!" The sorceress seemed to suddenly think of something, and there was a dangerous breath in her silver eyes.

"Hahahahaha!" Ryan laughed heartily, tears almost coming out of his laughter.

Yes, the wandering knights are actually a group of restless guys, and they quickly found a "shortcut" to make a fortune and make a fortune.

That is to be a bad face for those lonely lords' wives.

"So, I'm actually annoyed by these guys, you know? I often hear complaints from fellow White Wolf Knights in private. They always suspect that their wives have something to do with the wandering knights in the territory." Ryan complained casually Said: "Does it matter that they don't have a B number in their hearts?"

"Hehehe~ Maybe they just don't want to admit it~" Teresa also pursed her lips and snickered, looking at the man next to her, her eyes flashed: "You really didn't? That's right... I heard that you and His Majesty's granddaughter Caroline once had a..."

"Nonsense! I only met Princess Caroline once." Ryan seemed unwilling to continue on this topic: "Can you tell me about the progress of your Jialan side? The excavation of the ruins? What breakthrough?"

"No, since Rohart died inside, Aunt Martha said that she stopped exploring the depths for the time being." The sorceress shook her head, and she picked up a bowl of corn and ham soup. Taste carefully with the silver spoon you brought.

"'Bandit' Rohart is also dead? My God, this is the third legendary powerhouse that you Jialan has killed." Ryan complained, of course he knew what the Jialan Council was doing.

"Let's not talk about this." The sorceress seemed to think of something: "Can you tell me about Belt? How could a master demon hunter finally fall into the embrace of chaos?"

"Belt? Indeed, Belt's life is generally divided into two stages." Ryan sighed: "Before he was 36 years old, he was an excellent demon hunter, cleaning up corruption, eliminating evil, and using himself Purify those impurities with his scimitar and firecracker, and he is also a respected master of hunting demons."

"36 years old? What happened that year?" The sorceress liked this environment very much, it was like talking around the fire at night, and the noise around her seemed to feel less uncomfortable.

"A plague took away his family, his wife, and his daughter. Afterwards, Belter became gloomy, didn't like to talk, and didn't like to communicate with others. He locked himself in the house all day long, and waited until Ying After Archbishop Northon noticed something was wrong, it was too late." Ryan shook his head: "Tonight is a banquet, I don't want to talk about these things, if you are willing to listen, we can find a time to talk about it later."

"Miss Mercy gave us a thin priest and a fat doctor, cheers ~ Ryan" the sorceress picked up the juice.

"Cheers!" Ryan couldn't help but smile when he heard this common saying.

This proverb implies that fat priests don't give much money to the poor, and that skinny doctors' treatments aren't very effective.

The level of medical treatment in this world is not very good. Since there are elves’ medical books to refer to, it is better than the dark Middle Ages on the earth, but it is also quite limited. If it is not for his spiritual power that can purify germs, Ryan thinks that he has both May be plagued by disease.

The chat between the two was very pleasant. The man's humorous words made the woman cover her mouth and snicker. The sorceress's beautiful face looked flushed by the fireplace. It still makes sense to dress up seriously.

Time slipped away, and someone came to disturb them: "Mr. Lane?"

It was Oliver who came. The imperial businessman finally found an opportunity to talk to Willard. Unfortunately, Willard refused the request to send troops to escort them, but the lord relaxed his mouth on some things. After harvesting, he hurriedly found Ryan.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately felt Teresa's extremely unfriendly gaze. The sorceress' gaze felt like a needle prick, and the imperial businessman's head suddenly felt like a needle prick.

This is not an illusion, but a real pain, because even Ryan can feel the magic wave of the sorceress.

It seems that her body has recovered a lot.

Seeing Teresa's unhappy face, Ryan stretched out his hand and patted the back of the woman's hand in long white lace gloves: "Teresa, it's important."

"So we didn't do anything serious before?" Who knew that the woman turned her head unhappily, her silver eyes stared at him closely through the black-rimmed glasses with butterfly patterns, and her purple eye shadow shone slightly.

"After the discussion is over, we have plenty of time to have a good chat, don't we?" The man knew that he couldn't be angry with her at this time, so he whispered in her ear: "Of course I would like to spend more time with the beautiful you."

"Then let's go there together." Teresa nodded, and the huge mental pressure lingering in the imperial merchant's mind gradually faded away. Oliver's forehead was sweaty, and for the first time he felt that walking with the spellcaster was not so good.

Any of her anger may directly destroy the fragile life of the merchant.

Due to the influence of magic all year round, spellcasters will have some changes in their personalities. Ice-type warlocks like Teresa are pretty good, but they have a colder personality and don’t like to talk to unfamiliar people. Oliver learned that the great fire wizard in Fort Marien had an extremely hot temper, and he might explode immediately if any words he said didn't suit him.

The same goes for other spellcasters. For example, casters of the earth type are stubborn, and wizards of the magic type are easy to deal with. These are gossips among businessmen. Some people even compiled a manual "How to Get Along with Spellcasters" for this purpose Best seller among adventurers and merchants.

When Ryan and Teresa followed Oliver to the round table where they were discussing, all the men on the round table were amazed by the sorceress's beautiful appearance and luxurious attire, and then everyone felt that their heads were being pricked by needles. Wake up quickly.

"Welcome, Mr. Lane, Ms. Teresa." A short, middle-aged man who looked about forty at the round table said in a hoarse voice. He hadn't washed it, and the tattered cloak wrapped around his emaciated body, making it look very unfit. This man looked no different from a farmer on the side of the road, and he had such an appearance that he would forget once he saw it.

A very dangerous man. If Ryan is not mistaken, this man should be Birger, the leader of the Gray Blade Mercenary Group.

interesting.