Early the next morning.
Markus arrived at the castle early in the morning. Instead of entering, he waited outside the castle. Looking at the low, dilapidated castle, his heart was cold. Perhaps he was thinking that his future was just as dilapidated as the castle.
The castle was built on a slope in the southwest corner of the town.
There were no tall city walls, no towering archer towers, no battlements, no wide moats, and no huge sluice gates.
It was just a slightly larger two-story mansion.
There were already faint cracks in the stone walls. Gradually, several tiles fell off the roof. It was unknown whether or not the roof would leak on rainy days.
Reportedly, this simple and crude castle had a hundred years of history. Before the Coral Island was the territory of the sir count, there had been aristocratic life here. Later, it fell into ruin. After the count was granted the Coral Island, he renovated the small castle and used it as a courtyard for patrolling the Flower Town. However, he had never lived there.
Until now, Baron Liszt lived in the small castle.
As for him, an Earth Knight of the former Coral Island Orders of Chivalry, who was ambitious to render meritorious service on the battlefield, would become a frequent visitor to the small castle.
Together with Baron Liszt, he guarded the Flower Town, which had no gravel roads.
"Mr. Markus, good morning." Tom, a servingman carrying an empty bucket and preparing to fetch water from the town's well, greeted him respectfully.
Markus responded indifferently: "Good morning."
He could not remember Tom's name, but he remembered his surname. It seemed to be 'Pigsty', a very typical commoner surname. Even he himself did not have an aristocratic and elegant surname. His surname was' Wheel ', because his grandfather was a coachman who rolled wheels every day.
This was how commoners were, they had the same surname.
He envied aristocratic surnames, envied count surnames. Tulip, what a noble surname! How much effort would it take for him to change to a similar surname? All noble surnames could not be used by commoners. Flowers, gems, metals … aristocrats absolutely would not allow commoners to despise them!
After a while, four tall men in leather armor arrived behind Markus.
"Teacher Markus." The four of them greeted him.
"Carl, Röhm, Gray, Oden, you're here." Markus responded one by one. These four were Liszt's retainer Knight.
A retainer Knight was not a Knight, but a retainer of a Knight. It was a kind of servant responsible for taking care of the Knight on the battlefield. Carry the gun, lead the horse, wash the clothes, cook the meal.
In essence, Markus was also a kind of retainer Knight. It was just that he was a free person, while retainer Knight was a servant who sold himself.
After a while, Liszt, who was still not fully awake, walked out of the castle's slightly leaky gate. Early in the morning, Liszt had changed into a simple training uniform. It was a simple yet elegant white color, matched with his enviable face, tall figure, and outstanding temperament. His appearance was absolutely top-notch.
"Good morning, Teacher Markus, Carl Hammerstein, Röhm Winebarrel, Gray Sickle, Oden Insole, and ladies and gentlemen."
Gentlemen were manservants and ladies were maids. Regardless of whether they were married or not, aristocrats could address their servants as such.
It was just like how butlers, regardless of whether they were married or not, would address butlers as mister and housekeepers, regardless of whether they were married or not, would address butlers as madam. Liszt's body had been accustomed to the rigid aristocratic system for sixteen years, so he would instinctively greet him like this.
"Sir Baron, we will begin the Knight training class."
"Very well."
On the mound in front of the castle, Liszt began his Knight training. His four retainer Knight did not learn qi and only trained their bodies on the side.
Qi was about bloodline inheritance, and very few commoners could learn it.
In fact, Liszt felt that qi was related to nutrition. Commoners who could not even eat their fill would not be able to refine the strength in their body and turn it into qi.
Among the aristocrats, as long as they worked hard, there was no one who could not cultivate qi.
This was also the reason why the aristocrats firmly controlled their ruling position. With money, they could eat their fill, cultivate qi, grasp power, and squeeze the commoners. Thus, with more money, more food, stronger qi, and greater power, they could squeeze the commoners even more.
The morning milk and bread provided a steady stream of nutrients for Liszt.
Under Markus's guidance, he constantly practiced the [Basic Qi]. Since he was six years old, he had been practicing this secret book. Unfortunately, the results were minimal. Although qi made him stronger than commoners, compared to an Earth Knight, a trainee Knight was very weak. Markus could defeat him with one hand.
"A mysterious aura, an experience I have never experienced before. Training … I wonder what will be the reward for the advancement of qi after completing the mission. Could it be that I will become an Earth Knight?"
Feeling the qi in his body, Liszt diligently practiced.
After an entire hour, the morning class finally ended.
"Teacher Markus, drink some water and rest for ten minutes, then we will set off." Liszt wiped the sweat on his forehead. The morning class was very tiring.
The old butler Carter had already brought a servant to bring nutritious milk tea.
Each of the four retainer Knight had a cup of milk tea with minced meat, milk, and eggs. They held the milk tea in their hands and took small sips, forgetting about the hard work of an hour.
Markus and Liszt had an extra dessert, cheese biscuits.
After they finished eating and changed their clothes, the valet Thomas had already brought over Liszt's horse. It was a maroon colored horse with almost no mixed hair. This was a gift from the Earl Of Coral Island when Liszt was twelve years old. At that time, it was still a foal, but now, it had already grown into a majestic horse.
Snort.
The maroon colored horse snorted and then intimately rubbed against Liszt's arm.
"Fire Dragon, my old friend, you must be bored inside the castle." Comforting his horse, Liszt nimbly turned around and mounted it.
Behind him, Markus and the four retainer Knight rode their own horses. Markus rode a yellow-gray horse, which was also majestic. It was his own mount. The retainer Knight's horses were all ordinary yellow-maned horses, which were Liszt's property. They were only allocated to the retainer Knight to feed.
"Master, I hope you have a safe journey." Carter gave his blessing.
"Thanks for your auspicious words." Liszt raised his whip. Fire Dragon let out a long neigh and started galloping. "Let's go!"
Riding at the front, Liszt was wearing a World of Warcraft leather armor that only nobles could afford. It was light and breathable, and its defense was better than ordinary armor.
He was wearing a black World of Warcraft leather armor, a one-handed sword on his waist, and a black World of Warcraft leather helmet with pheasant feathers on top. He looked especially majestic.
His retainer Knight, in addition to his own one-handed sword and one-handed shield, had to carry a large Knight Spear for Liszt, as well as a longsword, hammer, flail, and other backup weapons, as well as lunch and drinking water.
Markus, in addition to his favorite short spear, also had a bow and arrows. He was a sharpshooter. Compared to his identity as an Earth Knight, his identity as a sharpshooter showed more of his value. This was also his lofty ambition to stand out among the Earth Knights of the Coral Island's Orders of Chivalry, hoping to earn the title of Lord Knight.
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