That night, Liszt invited his friends to a banquet at Tulip Castle, a total of fifteen people. They were all descendants of Knight who could not inherit the title, or trainee Knight Academy Knight.
Among them, Liszt was most interested in the two Earth Knights, Rick Footprint, who had previously said that he would follow him at the aristocratic manor, and Griffin Haystack, an orphan.
Griffin's combat energy attribute was lightning. He had just turned twenty years old, and his combat power was good. The only flaw was his stutter.
Nobles paid attention to appearance, and they also paid attention to their physique. They could be ugly, but they could not be disabled. Stuttering was classified as a disability, so Griffin was not selected for the Orders of Chivalry in Coral City, and he was sad for a long time. He remembered that Liszt's predecessor had also laughed at Griffin.
But later he found that Griffin was a good person, very simple and honest, and he gradually felt a sense of sympathy for him. Of course, maybe he wanted to have a disabled person by his side to set off him.
Now Liszt was very satisfied with Griffin.
He was simple and honest, hard-working, and regarded himself as a "confidant". He could be said to be a very suitable candidate for a follower, and his loyalty was guaranteed.
Except for Rick and Griffin, the rest were trainee Knight.
They might be qualified to be an official, but they were not qualified to enter the Knight Squad.
"Markus, Russell, Randy, Rick, and Griffin, I already have five members of the Knight Squad, and with seven more, I can start a team." After sending away his friends who had drunk too much, Liszt returned to the room he had lived in for more than ten years and thought quietly.
The Knight Squad was a unit, and they could practice the method of joint attacks, mixing their combat energy and rolling it into one.
Only with a Knight Squad would one be qualified to go to the battlefield. As for Liszt himself, his safety could be handed over to Dosen and the hired Paris. He believed that with the strength of one man and one dog, even if they were really chased by the Sword Saint, they could still escape.
"Moreover, I am the Count's son, and I am responsible for logistics!"
Levis was in charge of logistics on the battlefield. Of course, he couldn't lose to Levis. He had to snatch the logistics job.
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The next day was the celebration feast.
All the aristocrats in the vicinity of Coral Island rushed to Tulip Castle. Together with the servants they brought, the entire Tulip Castle was as noisy as a vegetable market.
The members of the Orders of Chivalry who participated in the battle did not have a noble title and were certain that they would not receive a noble title this time. After receiving their gold coins as rewards, they immediately went back to their homes to find their mothers.
There were seven Knights left without titles.
The seven of them were Knight who had made great contributions this time and could be conferred the title of Lord Knight. They were all in great joy and couldn't wait for the conferment ceremony to begin immediately.
In fact, there were three other Knights who could be conferred the title of Baron. However, those three Knights were the followers of the two Viscounts, so they couldn't attend the Count's banquet.
At the moment, there were three Viscounts in Tulip Castle – Trik Wildgrass, Jonas Gravel, and Levis Tulip.
There were sixteen Baron, including Liszt Tulip; seventy-six Lord Knight, plus the seven newly promoted ones, for a total of eighty-three.
"If I remember correctly, the Count used to have eighty-two Lord Knight. It seems that six Knight Lords died on the battlefield this time."
The sacrifice of a Knight was normal, and the death of a Knight Lord was also not uncommon. The death of Baron and above aristocrats was getting lower and lower. They were all lords responsible for commanding their Knight followers to fight. Dangerous charges were, of course, the followers fought to the death, and the lords could not take the lead in the charge.
Just like Liszt, when he formed the Knight Squad, he never planned to include himself in it.
He had his own reasons for not participating in the battle. After riding on Dosen, he was an existence that kept the formation in check. "I'm here, don't panic, charge!"
It was said that there were two kinds of leadership charisma – "follow me" and "go for me".
The leader who follows me can win the support and love of his subordinates, and thus exert great combat power. However, Liszt still chose to go for me. How could the life of a peasant compare to the life of an aristocrat! The leader who follows me is often engraved on a monument, but the leader who goes for me will always be your leader!
"Actually, this is not a strict statement. There should be three kinds of lords."
The first kind, everyone follows me, and we share the benefits together. The second kind, everyone goes for me, and we share the benefits together. The third kind, everyone goes for me, and all the benefits belong to me.
"I want to be the third kind of lord the most, but let's be the second kind first."
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The conferring ceremony before the celebration banquet was very lively. Seven new Lord Knight held the medal that symbolized the title of Lord Knight with tears in their eyes.
There was a huge gap between civilians and aristocrats, and it often took the efforts of several generations to achieve.
But once you had a title, even if you died on the battlefield, your descendants would inherit the title. It was an unshakable and hereditary nobility – unless there were no children after death, or if you made a big mistake, aristocratic titles were rarely deprived.
"I swear to serve you with my life!"
The seven Lord Knight knelt on one knee and solemnly performed the standard Knight's loyalty etiquette to the Count.
The Count sat on the main seat and accepted it calmly. He said some words of encouragement and warning. The general meaning was – I hope you will serve me with all your heart in the future. I can give you titles, but I can also take them back. Keep a humble attitude, abide by the virtues of a Knight, and don't let me down.
After the conferring ceremony, the atmosphere reached a climax.
The Lord Knight was drinking and bragging downstairs. The Baron, the Viscount, and the Count were drinking and bragging upstairs. Whether it was those who participated in the war or those who did not, they were all drinking heartily.
Liszt was still not used to this kind of overly lively banquet and fell into a state of silence. Only when others raised their glasses to toast did he pick up his glass and exchange a few words of flattery with the other party – the current Liszt was no longer the Count's useless son, but a rising future Viscount.
Even Baron Henderson, who scolded Liszt for being greedy in the territory, found an opportunity to toast to Liszt with a flattering smile instead of complaining to the Count.
"Baron Liszt, I wish Flower Town a prosperous business."
Liszt simply responded, "I also wish your territory a prosperous business."
Baron Henderson wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth and didn't say anything. He just drained his glass, smiled ingratiatingly, and returned to his seat.
The most eye-catching younger generation at the banquet.
Not Liszt, but his brother Levis.
On the battlefield this time, Levis was in charge of logistics and communication. He had seen blood and killed people. He had become a qualified heir in the eyes of the Count's followers. In the case of the Count being too majestic and only touching his lips when drinking, the followers naturally focused their firepower on Levis.
Liszt could only be regarded as being affected by the firepower.
But even if he was silent and tried to be invisible, he was drunk by the end of the celebration banquet.
When he was helped to bed by the servants, there was only one thought in his drowsy mind, "Sooner or later, I will also become a Count. Only I can persuade others to drink, no one dares to persuade me to drink!"
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