"Alright! My knight, I will bestow you with a fief! Before that, you must think of your clan's name and badge, and give it to my heraldic officer! "
The Earl of Blue Mountain warmly held Wu Ming's arm, "And your knight baptism, there are many, many preparations … You will slowly get used to it. Of course … these are all matters for the future. Now, let us celebrate!"
He immediately announced, "I have already arranged a banquet in the castle. Let us celebrate Sir William!"
Knights were the lowest rank of nobles. Although they were not as official as barons, they still had land that could be inherited. Thus, they could be called 'knights' and were considered ordinary members of the nobles.
From Wu Ming's point of view, this was the difference between an ancient scholar and a successful person.
"Congratulations!"
Viscount Garcia and the archbishop took the lead.
"Many thanks!"
Wu Ming paid close attention to the biggest opponent of the Earl of Blue Mountain. Viscount Garcia had a kind expression on his face. His golden hair was swaying under the sunlight, making him look like a golden lion.
Viscount Garcia comes from a noble family of the highlands, while the Earl of Blue Mountain is a true blue-blooded leader. He also likes tigers, so this war is a fight between lions and tigers?
He thought to himself in amusement as he greeted them one by one.
"According to what I know, the holy oil in the Howling Castle has almost been used up. If you want to quickly carry out the knight baptism, our church is willing to help!"
The archbishop's attitude was completely different from before.
"Apologies …"
Seeing the Earl of Blue Mountain's displeased expression, Wu Ming immediately refused.
After all, he had obtained the title of a knight through the tournament and was a member of Blue Mountain's faction. Even if the Earl had a good relationship with the church, he could not defect to the enemy.
"I think you misunderstood …"
The archbishop's voice was faint, "I said that the church will only provide holy oil. The seven day ceremony can still be carried out in the Earl's castle!"
This condition was too generous, causing a look of deep interest to appear on Garcia's face.
He stared at Wu Ming, a strange glint in his eyes, "Sir William has such strength even without the knight baptism, you are definitely talented. According to what I know, the more talented one is, the more benefits they will receive from the baptism. Why don't we do it now?"
"My apologies … This will be decided by my lord!"
Wu Ming said politely, but in fact, it was a refusal.
As expected, the Earl of Blue Mountain came over in the next moment. "Sir William, many of your friends are here!"
"Then we won't bother you anymore!"
The three most powerful people in the Wind Firefly Plains looked at each other and smiled. There was an indescribable feeling in their hearts.
"Hi! William! Unbelievable! "
Baron Terry came over in formal attire. "You are the first noble in my territory to be promoted from a commoner!"
Perhaps he really thought that the man was related to him by blood, the baron's expression was very strange.
"Congratulations! Sir William! "
Takur congratulated him with the same sincerity.
The current William had already grown to the same level as him. It looked so incredible.
As for Fayde? He could only bow respectfully.
The gap between him and William had widened infinitely, and he basically had no chance of catching up in this lifetime.
Thus, he could only show his humility and faithfully hope that Wu Ming could forget about the unhappy past.
In reality, he was thinking too much. Wu Ming's gaze was fixed on the entire world, and even the universe. He simply didn't care about this fellow who didn't block his path.
"Alright, let's go to the banquet at Howling Castle!"
Baron Terry took the initiative to invite him. "There will definitely be many nobles who want to get to know you! … Have a good time! "
For some reason, after hearing his suggestive words, Wu Ming looked at the hidden passion in the eyes of the noble ladies around him. He suddenly thought of the gladiators of ancient Rome in his previous life.
The noble ladies of the Roman Empire also watched the gladiators fight bloody battles during the day, and at night, they had affairs with the gladiators. They were even quite brazen and unrestrained.
'Is the decadent life of the nobles already beckoning to me?'
Wu Ming thought to himself, but he didn't refuse. This caused the noble ladies to wave their fans even faster …
… …
The banquet at Howling Castle was naturally extremely extravagant. In a hall with a fountain and fresh flowers, dazzling chandeliers flickered with resplendent light. Bards and clown musicians performed without end, and handsome and beautiful servants and maids walked around like butterflies, holding all sorts of fine wine and silver plates of delicacies.
Many elegant and beautiful ladies dressed in beautiful clothes invited the nobles to dance and even flirt with them.
As a newly promoted knight, the 'Clothed Sword Saint' who had been in the limelight recently, Wu Ming naturally received extremely warm hospitality.
Although in the eyes of some of the older nobles, he was just a commoner nouveau riche, there were even more noble ladies who took a fancy to his handsome appearance and powerful strength.
In just one round, he had seven or eight handkerchiefs and other tokens of love. When he bid farewell to the Earl of Blue Mountain in advance, the Earl gave him an understanding look.
… …
When he arrived at the castle's rear garden, an almond-eyed, rosy-cheeked, twenty-five-year-old noblewoman impatiently welcomed him, her cheeks flushed red. "Sir William, I've watched all of your matches. You really are the embodiment of bravery. I never imagined … that a warrior could be so powerful …"
"Sir, would you be willing to fulfill a small request of us sisters?"
From the flowers, another noblewoman in palace attire walked out at some point. She looked about sixty to seventy percent similar to the one beside her. She giggled and said, "Would you like to let us see your other sword technique?"
"Of course, it would be impolite to refuse!"
Seeing the eyes of these two women, Wu Ming suddenly felt a dark fire rise in his heart …
… …
Late at night.
Wu Ming walked out of Howling Castle in a relaxed manner.
He was a person who kept his promises. Once he agreed to an appointment, he naturally wouldn't miss a single one.
Presumably, by tomorrow, news of the 'Cloth-Clothed Sword Saint's' bravery and invincibility, his continuous victories, and his slaughter of his enemies would spread throughout the secret circle of noblewomen.
He didn't come out to hunt, but to prepare to accept the results of today's battle.
Wild Wolf's Heart Mercenary Group encampment.
As soon as Tana returned to her room, she immediately quivered. When she saw the black figure clearly, her tense body relaxed. She giggled and said, "Esteemed Sir William, can you not be so scary every time you appear?"
Intentionally or unintentionally, her voice carried a hint of laziness and seduction.
Unfortunately, Wu Ming had already eaten too much before and wasn't very interested in this Black Widow.
"I've already fulfilled my promise. What about yours?"
His voice was low.
"Of course I won't forget!"
Tana's expression turned solemn as she brought Wu Ming to another room.
Alfreid's corpse lay there quietly. Beside it was the Dragonheart longsword and a few chests.
"Alfreid's complete corpse, the Dragonheart Greatsword, and his personal stash are all here …"
Tana said calmly, without any intention of lying.
After all, she was very clear that Alfreid had tried to kill this person twice, but he had killed a large number of his elites, and even himself.
If not for that, her seizing of power wouldn't have been so smooth.
Now that a noble's title was waving at her, under such circumstances, she naturally didn't want to complicate matters.
"But … you want his corpse, and a complete one at that. What's the use?"
Tana asked curiously.
"You don't need to know!"
Wu Ming naturally refused to answer. That kind of coldness and coldness almost made Tana's mind to think of the horrible legends such as "Necromancer", "Sorcerer", "Soul Stealer", and so on. She even began to think about whether she should report to the church.
But when she thought of Wu Ming's methods and her own conspiracy with him, she immediately calmed down.
"Then … Happy trading!"
Wu Ming checked his things, glanced at this woman who was still dreaming of being a noble, and smiled as he said goodbye.
The Earl of Blue Mountain had his eyes on the Wild Wolf's Heart Mercenary Group led by Knight Alfreid. Now that the main force had been damaged to this extent, even if he had any promises before, it was still uncertain whether he would be willing to keep them.
Unless Tana could prove something to him, or show some sort of value.
Of course, all of this had nothing to do with him.
…
Outside Howl City.
"Master!"
Seeing Wu Ming return, Beatrice called out in surprise.
"Mm … You've worked hard!"
Wu Ming handed a basket filled with roasted meat and white bread to Beatrice.
This blue-blooded descendant actually didn't take advantage of this time to escape, which was slightly out of his expectations. Although he had already done something to her body, he wasn't afraid that she would be able to escape.
Seeing Beatrice cheer and go to the side to enjoy, Wu Ming secretly nodded in his heart. "What a smart little girl!"
This was his small base outside Howl City. Because he had to treat Beatrice and explore the mysteries of the holy oil, after a winter of taking care of it, he didn't lack the most basic tools.
After checking all of Alfreid's belongings, he first organized the Dragonheart Greatsword and a scroll made of parchment.
Of the mercenary group leader's belongings, apart from a batch of gold and land deeds, these were the only two things that were valuable.
Or rather, in Wu Ming's eyes, the value of these two things was even higher than these riches!
This was because they were both shrouded in a layer of extraordinary spiritual light!
"This is …"
Beatrice had just eaten to her heart's content when she saw Wu Ming spread open the leather, revealing a corpse. She couldn't help but feel nauseous.
"Alfreid …"
Wu Ming examined the corpse.
This was the same blue-blooded descendant as Beatrice, and one that wasn't afraid of consumption, destruction, and exploitation. Some of the conjectures that couldn't be carried out on Beatrice could be verified one by one.
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