The time before dawn was the darkest moment of the day.
However, the Flower Town was brightly lit.
The torches were lit in clusters, and the crystal lights in the castle made the atmosphere particularly lively.
"Thomas, hurry up. The Lord is already washing up. The ironed underclothes need to be delivered to the Lord before four o'clock."
"Have Dosen been fed with food and water? Tom, don't forget the Lord's instructions. Help Dosen take a bath and comb its fur."
"Mrs. Morrison, have the maids sifted through the dry milk powder? We have to pack it up and load it onto the carriages as soon as possible."
"Barton, hurry up and feed all the horses for the expedition. Don't delay the team's departure."
The butler Carter constantly walked back and forth between the castle and the apple orchard, directing the castle's servants to act in order to serve the troops that were about to set out.
When Liszt finished washing up and walked into the dining hall, Markus, Paris, and the others had already arrived and were waiting for breakfast.
After taking the seat of honor, the servingmen immediately laid out the napkins.
He smiled and greeted everyone: "Good morning, everyone."
"Good morning, Sir!"
The breakfast was exceptionally sumptuous. Under the illumination of the crystal lights and candlelight, the dazzling array of dishes was comparable to a festive dinner. There was even a lot of World of Warcraft meat.
After cutting a piece of steak and taking a sip of milk tea, Liszt said: "This is our last meal in the castle. Next, I need you to quickly enter a state of war. The distance between the Iron Hoof Island and the Coral Island is a four-day voyage. The round trip will take eight days. In addition to the battle on the island, we won't be able to return for at least half a month. Are you ready? "
"Sir, we are always looking forward to going to the battlefield. A Knight's mission is to live for the battlefield!" Markus had been in a state of excitement these past few days.
He had participated in the war. As an elite Earth Knight, he had experience in several pioneering orders, yet he had not made much of a difference. However, he was also a commoner who was very keen on aristocracy. He almost dreamed of going to the battlefield to obtain military exploits and be promoted to an aristocrat. Now, an opportunity had appeared before him.
"I'm always looking forward to going on the battlefield again to prove myself!" Charles Trap's eyes were burning. "I'm no longer young. These few years are my last chance!"
Liszt's classmate, Rick Footprint, said, "Although this is my first time on the battlefield, ever since I was young, my only goal in life has been war!"
Griffin Haystack grinned. "My, my lord, Griffin has always wanted to go to the battlefield and kill people!"
David Yellowteeth, who had only recently followed him, had a solemn expression: "I really didn't expect to have such a lucky opportunity. The Flower Town is indeed a place blessed by the glory of the Knight. I will definitely strive for glory for Sir!"
After Markus, the other Knight also expressed their passion.
Only Paris was focused on eating and drinking. She did not say anything. She was not a Knight, nor did she have any desire for nobility.
Hearing the lofty aspirations of his followers, Liszt's blood began to boil. He hurriedly finished his breakfast, wiped his mouth, and stood up.
Whether they had eaten or not, the Knight put down the cutlery in their hands and stood up.
Liszt looked around. He wanted to say something to boost morale, but after thinking for a while, he felt that it was too cliché. Moreover, in Tulip Castle, he had watched the count show off his might while he flattered him. He knew very well that this kind of scene had happened too often and had lost its significance.
Moreover, there was no need for him to be excited, as the Knight was already excited enough.
Therefore, he just said in a deep voice: "Go to battle!"
Immediately after, he turned around and left the dining hall. He took the Redblood Sword handed to him by the servingman and strode out of the castle. Outside, the sky was still dark. Torches were distributed on both sides of Dosen Avenue, illuminating the path.
The retainer knight pulled Blackdragon over, and Liszt directly mounted it.
The other Knight, as well as Paris, also mounted their horses one after another. Together with the two carriages transporting supplies and Dosen following the team, the expedition team was ready.
The fief's officials and castle servants stood guard on both sides of Dosen Avenue, saluting with their gazes. Even more fief's residents got up early and stood guard on both sides of the main road, looking at the majestic Knight squad clad in fine steel armor with envy and worship in their eyes. No one made any noise, yet the atmosphere was already warm.
Liszt didn't say any pleasantries.
He lightly kicked Blackdragon's belly and led the team forward slowly.
Behind him, Gort shouted: "May the Knight be blessed with glory and Sir Lord return in triumph!"
The others followed suit: "May the Knight be blessed with glory and Sir Lord return in triumph."
Gradually, they converged into a wave of shouts, each louder than the last.
Their shouts resounded throughout the Flower Town.
"May the Knight be blessed with glory and Sir Lord return in triumph!"
Amid the loud shouts, the Silver Knight rode faster and faster, disappearing at the end of the dewy road in a short time.
Only when the Knight was no longer in sight did the shouting crowd disperse under the reprimand of the fief's officials. Those who should go back to sleep went back to sleep, while those who should make preparations went back to work. The Lord and the Knight went to war, but the officials did not. The serfs still had to work.
Soon.
The originally lively castle gradually regained its silence, with only a few crystal lamps still vaguely lit, their light piercing the darkness before dawn.
The butler Carter stood on the extinguished Dosen Avenue, staring at the dark road for a long time without turning around.
Mrs. Morrison came over: "Mr. Carter, breakfast is ready, everyone is waiting for you."
"Oh, okay."
"Are you nervous?"
"No, I am looking forward to it." Carter smiled, "Although I am not a Knight, but with Master's strength, there is no need for us to worry about him. There is also Dosen, it is full of magic in World of Warcraft … Mrs. Morrison, I have seen too many Knight's glory in the Flower Town, some people are born aristocrats."
Mrs. Mawson nodded, "Yes, Master."
"You know that I have not worked in the Tulip Castle, and have rarely seen Master until the Count appointed me to be Master's butler. When I tasted my first glass of wine with Master in the study, I understood that Master is a noble born aristocrat. "
Carter recalled the time when he first came to the Flower Town. At that time, he had to calculate every day whether there was enough food in the castle to eat.
Then Liszt told him that everything would be fine.
There was no discouragement, no frustration, no anxiety in that tone, it was calm as if there was nothing to worry about – and this was indeed the case. Since then, the Flower Town had developed rapidly, and there was no longer any worry about food.
On the contrary.
Carter was more worried about how to change the taste every day to satisfy Master's appetite. There were too many varieties of the castle's menu, which was a bit confusing.
"Let us send our blessings to Master and his followers." Carter sat down and said.
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