It took Manfeld quite a while to recover from the dizziness.
His vision was blurry, and his face was burning. It was difficult for him to open his eyes.
Damn it! Didn't they say that nobles should not hit their faces in a fight?
With great effort, he slowly sat up from the ground and slowly moved toward the two terrified women. He pulled out the rags from their mouths. "Don't be afraid. I'll untie you after I catch my breath."
The two women did not even dare to breathe heavily. They only nodded slightly.
This time, he paused for a longer time before he gathered enough strength to loosen the ropes. "Okay, you can go now. Just be careful not to be caught by that guy again … "
That guy should not have a chance. When the ship left the port with a full load of people, he would run into migrants everywhere he went. That guy probably did not have the guts to do this in front of everyone.
The two women carefully walked around him and quickly ran out of the storeroom. Their hurried footsteps gradually faded away, and finally, silence.
From the beginning to the end, they still did not say a word, not even a word of thanks.
Manfeld leaned against the wall and let out a sigh. For some reason, the words of the coachman suddenly came to his mind.
"Boy, don't always think of yourself as a good guy, especially when you're outside. Otherwise, sooner or later, you'll suffer a lot. "
He shook his head and threw these distracting thoughts to the back of his mind.
He was already used to this kind of situation, wasn't he?
Now, he only hoped that he could return to his assigned cabin before the official departure, so that his bed would not be occupied.
Suddenly, Manfeld heard footsteps again, accompanied by the creaking of the wooden planks. The footsteps were approaching him.
Damn it, don't tell me that Mike McKinley hasn't had enough?
The footsteps stopped at the door of the storeroom. Then, the door was pushed open a little, and a head poked in.
Manfeld was stunned. It was one of the women who had escaped.
When the door opened, he found that both of them were there. The one standing in the back was carrying a wooden bucket with difficulty. Her movements were so stiff that it seemed that she had exerted all her strength.
It was not until she placed the bucket in front of him that he noticed that it was filled with water.
"You …"
One of them took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood on his face. The other one kept apologizing. "I'm so sorry that you were beaten up like this. We were so scared that we didn't dare to say a word. Because, because … you said you were also a noble. "
Manfeld could not help laughing.
Even though his body was stinging, he did not want to control his expression.
"Uh, what's wrong …"
"Didn't I tell you?" "From the moment we boarded the ship, there was no longer any difference between slaves and nobles. Because the King of Graycastle not only abolished the slave status, but also took back all the nobles' rights. In other words, we are the same people."
Indeed, Manfeld knew that there were no more knights in the Kingdom of Graycastle. Merchants from all over the Kingdom of Wolfheart had already spread the news to the Kingdom of Wolfheart. In the eyes of most nobles, this was an act of treason, which made him pay more attention to Wimbledon.
Ever since his family fell behind, a question had been lingering in his mind. What exactly was a knight?
When his father was still alive, he had never considered this question. He had thought that it was only a matter of time before he inherited the title of Knight. However, when his territory was annexed by various factions, Manfeld found that things had changed beyond his expectations. The new lord turned a blind eye to him, and those who were obviously not qualified to be his lord became superior. Other than his surname, he seemed to have nothing.
According to the ancient books, the ancestors of the pioneers chose the most outstanding representative to be the king. The king would then grant the most outstanding representative a position and honor to protect the homeland and the people. This was the origin of the title of nobility. As the person closest to the bottom of society, the Knight should be humble and compassionate. At the same time, he should uphold justice and integrity. Only in this way could his territory prosper.
It was because of these qualities that ordinary people did not have that they were more noble.
This was also what Manfeld had always wanted to be.
However, he did not understand how a Knight was different from an ordinary person without a land. Was it those extraordinary spirits that represented their loftiness, or was it a title deed?
In the struggle for power and interests, the territories of the lords changed every day. Among the people he knew, a lame person could be a Knight, and an idiot could be a Knight. However, Manfeld, who did not have a land, could not be a Knight. This made him suspicious of the so-called "Knight class".
Although his family had suffered many setbacks since its decline, Manfeld's goal had never changed.
He had long wanted to go to Graycastle, but he lacked the travel money. Later, when the people of Graycastle took the initiative to enter the Kingdom of Wolfheart, he found a good opportunity to go to Graycastle.
He wanted to know if it was possible to become a Knight in a place where nobles no longer existed.
Hearing the words "we're the same", the two women were visibly relieved. "Is that … true?"
"It's been known among the nobles for months. Those big families all want to say that Wimbledon is the devil from hell," Manfeld said with a forced smile. Manfeld forced a smile. "But now, I'm afraid they're all going to seek refuge with the most dreadful demon."
The one who wiped his face fell silent for a moment and asked, "Why do you want to help us? Aren't you afraid that the noble … "
"He won't dare to kill us, because I've already warned him." Manfeld shook his head. "I don't know how the people of Graycastle will investigate the case, but I heard that witches are involved, so it's impossible for them to lie. Even if he doesn't think it's a crime to humiliate you, killing another noble is a crime that he can't ignore. He knows it. "
He paused for a moment and said, "By the way, I'm Manfeld Castein. What about you?"
This was the fourth time that he had told them his name today.
"I'm Thylane," the one said in a low voice. "She's Momo." She paused for a moment as if she was making up her mind. "What the noble said was true. We were sold to —"
"As I said, that was before we boarded the ship. It's okay if you don't mention it." Manfeld waved his hand. "Just like the coachman said, no matter how we used to live, we'll have a new life in the future. Otherwise, we wouldn't have left the Kingdom of Wolfheart for a strange place, would we?"
"Woo —"
At this moment, the long and deep sound of a bugle horn rang out.
It was almost time to set sail.
"Let's go back. We'll be in trouble if someone else takes our place." He struggled to stand up. Although his body was still aching, he could still walk back to his cabin. "Me too. I don't want to sleep in the storeroom on such a long journey."
The two women exchanged a look. After a moment of hesitation, Thylane took out a white pill from her pocket and handed it to him.
"This is …"
"It's a medicine that can slow down pain," Thylane said. "If you can't bear the pain anymore, lick it or take a small piece. But don't take too much at once, because it can only delay the pain, but can't eliminate it. "
Manfeld took the pill with a puzzled look. It could only delay pain instead of stop it. Was there such a miraculous medicine in this world?
Without further explanation, Thylane and Momo left the storeroom with the buckets.
This time, the two of them stopped at the door and bowed deeply to him. "Thank you, Mr. Castein."
Manfeld heaved a sigh of relief.
Not everyone was the same, was it?
That was enough.
He looked at the pill in his hand for a while and tried to lick it.
A faint sweetness spread from the tip of his tongue.
Was this … a ball made of wheat flour? Or maybe it was a little honey.
Perhaps it was just a placebo stolen from the nobleman who bought her.
However, the moment this thought popped up in his mind, something incredible happened.
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