"At that time, the barbarian warriors raised their shields and spears. That formation was really frightening, but I wasn't afraid. I followed behind a White Wolf Knight and followed them into the barbarian army formation. My beloved horse sent a barbarian scum flying …"
"Stop, stop, stop for a moment. This … Mister Eyke? Please allow me to correct your small mistake. The White Wolf Knights didn't participate in the attack on Winler. At that time, the White Wolf Knights were resting in Coldwinter. The ones who participated in the attack on Winler were the White Bear Mercenary Group, and they never charged. "Teresa rudely interrupted Knight Eyke's rambling.
"Oh! No wonder I was thinking why the white wolves on the flag were so fat ~ "The handsome man immediately corrected her.
"The White Bear Mercenary Group was only responsible for logistics and protection. They were connected to the Winler Pike Company." The sorceress stretched out her small hand and warmed the fire. The heat from the fire made her feel very comfortable.
Hmm, it would be better if that man was by her side and chatted with her at this time.
"Ah, that's right! I said that the brothers of the Pike Company were really strong and were very friendly to me. They even took out marinated venison for me to eat … "
"The Winler Pike Company was formed by a group of merchants and craftsmen. Their fighting strength was notoriously poor, and they were stingy. They liked to blackmail the villagers on the route …" The sorceress corrected him again, her beautiful face full of helplessness.
"But there were always a few good people, right? After that … "
"Teresa, are you feeling better?" A gentle voice interrupted Eyke's endless chatter. Laing came back after wandering around somewhere. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Can you pour me a glass of juice, Laing?" The Sorceress flashed a brilliant smile at the newcomer, like a bright red rose blooming in the snow. Then, she smiled at Ike and said, "Mr. Ike, please excuse me for a moment. My male companion is here."
"Oh! Oh! Alright, sorry to disturb you. " Ike's eyes greedily swept over the white wolf knight badge on Laing's chest, and then shrugged his shoulders. "Please, Mr. White Wolf Knight."
After saying that, Ike turned to another table and continued to brag about his story. However, the content this time was changed to how he had cleverly coordinated the relationship between the White Bear Mercenary Group and Winler's Pike Company during the attack and defense of Winler, reconciling their conflicts, and using his own strength to turn the tide and successfully protect the supplies.
"Your admirer?" Laing handed her a glass of juice.
"No, just a wandering knight." The sorceress took the juice and smiled. "There are too many of them. You must have seen a lot of these wandering knights, right?"
"Let's talk about it later. I came back because I forgot something." Laing took out a blanket made of white wolf skin from the space ring and handed it to Teresa. The sorceress felt warm in her heart. She took the blanket and covered her thighs. "Is this yours?"
"Yes, you know, I'm a white wolf knight. Occasionally, I have to show respect to the Lord of the White Wolf." Laing nodded and sat down beside the sorceress.
Teresa also knew about this. The White Wolf God of War, Yurick, was a god who advocated strength and competition. This god paid particular attention to eliminating the weak and worshipping the strong. An important way to please the White Wolf God of War was the "White Wolf Trial." The trial-taker entered the snowfield alone, hunted a white wolf with bare hands, and went to the White Wolf Temple to sacrifice it. The stronger the white wolf hunted, the happier the White Wolf God of War would be.
However, the death rate of the trial was very high. Many excellent young people never came back, so nobles did not recommend their children to participate in the trial.
Wrapping her legs with the blanket and leaving only the tips of her white high heels outside, the sorceress felt like she was back in the living room of her home in Heaven's Castle. She suddenly felt that this kind of banquet was not as bad as she thought, so she took the initiative to talk to the man. "Another wandering knight. There are a lot of people like that recently."
"Every carrot has its own pit, right?" Laing chuckled.
As mentioned before, those who had a fief and a title were kingdom knights.
Those who had no fief and a title were wandering knights.
Those who had no fief and no title were wandering knights.
Unlike royal knights who had a fixed income, Ranger Knights did not have a fixed income. However, as a knight with a title, their activities in the kingdom would be recognized. Although Ranger Knights did not have a fixed income such as a fief or a salary, they still had a position or military pay. When the kingdom needed them, they had to respond to the call of the nobles who had given them their titles.
Wandering knights were the most pitiful existence.
In fact, wandering knights were not knights at all. They came from many sources. Some were knights who had gone bankrupt, some were children of former nobles who had been deprived of their titles, some were illegitimate children of nobles who did not have the right to inherit their titles, and some were rich adventurers or soldiers who had accumulated and worked hard to become what they were now.
The common characteristic of these wandering knights was that they had neither titles nor fief. They were even inferior to some officers because they did not have a position or a salary. They only had a set of basic equipment and a war horse.
These wandering knights' activities were just like their names. They would constantly wander. Every time they reached a place, they would do their best to promote themselves. They would try their best to obtain a position or be conferred a title by other nobles to become wandering knights. If they could not do so, they would prioritize the task of the lord or the church to earn enough money to maintain their equipment and horses. They would then move on to the next place and continue to wander until the day a noble was willing to confer them a title, or when they grew old, they would choose to settle down.
There was once a very famous wandering knight. He was the "Rose Knight" Tayloff. This knight was the illegitimate child of a duke in the Empire. His mother was a lowly washerwoman. After an argument between the duke and the duchess, Tayloff was ordered not to inherit any of the duke's property. After he came of age, the duke threw him a sword and brought him a horse. "Tayloff, you are not a medal on my clothes. There is no need for you to stay at home. Go out and wander."
After saying that, the poor illegitimate child was kicked out of the house. This was the beginning of the legend of the "Rose Knight" Tayloff.
"This Mr. Ayke has thick calluses on his index finger and middle finger. I can tell that he is a good swordsman." Laing looked at the wandering knight who was constantly bragging about his various achievements to the soldiers who did not know what was going on. He said to the sorceress with evil intentions, "I dare say that he must have seen your attire and tried to get close to you. If he can build a good relationship with a noble lady, it will be a lot of help for his future adventures."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Laing, don't tell me that you have also been infected by those wandering knights?!" The sorceress seemed to have suddenly thought of something. Her silver eyes revealed a dangerous aura.
"Hahahahaha!" Laing laughed heartily. He laughed so hard that tears almost came out of his eyes.
Yes, the wandering knights were actually a bunch of restless fellows. They quickly found a "shortcut" to become rich and establish their careers.
And that was to become the gigolos of those lonely lords and ladies.
"That's why I'm actually very annoyed by these fellows, you know? I often hear my fellow White Wolf Knights complain in private. They always suspect that their wives have something to do with the wandering knights in the territory. "Leon complained casually." Don't they have any f * cking idea in their hearts whether or not they have something to do with it? "
"Hahaha … Maybe they just don't want to admit it …" Teresa pursed her lips and giggled. She looked at the man beside her and a strange light flashed in her eyes, "You really don't? That's true … I heard that you and His Majesty's granddaughter, Princess Caroline, had a relationship … "
"Nonsense! I've only met Princess Caroline once. " Leon didn't seem to want to continue on this topic. "Can you tell me about the progress on Jialan's side? Any breakthroughs in the exploration of the ruins? "
"No. Ever since Rohart died in there, Aunt Marsha has temporarily stopped exploring the depths of the ruins." The sorceress shook her head and picked up a bowl of corn and ham soup. She carefully tasted the soup with the silver spoon she brought.
"'Bandit' Rohart is dead too? Good heavens, that's the third legendary you've killed. "Laing complained. Of course he knew what the council was up to.
"Let's not talk about that." The sorceress seemed to think of something. "Can you tell me about Bernt? How did a Master Demonhunter end up in the arms of chaos? "
"Bernt, huh? Indeed, Bernt's life was divided into two stages. " Laing sighed. "Before he was thirty-six, he was an excellent demonhunter. He cleaned up corruption and vanquished evil. He used his scimitar and musket to purify the impure. He was a respected Master Demonhunter."
"Thirty-six? What happened that year? " The sorceress liked this environment. It was like sitting around a fireplace, and the noise didn't seem so unbearable.
"A plague took away his family, his wife, and his daughter. After that, Bernt became gloomy. He didn't like to talk, he didn't like to interact with others. He shut himself in his room all day, and by the time Pope Innocent realized something was wrong, it was too late." Laing shook his head. "Tonight is a banquet, and I don't want to talk about it. If you're willing to listen, we can talk about it later."
"The Lady of Mercy has blessed us with the thin priest and the fat doctor. Cheers, Laing." The sorceress picked up a glass of juice.
"Cheers!" Laing couldn't help but smile when he heard the proverb.
The proverb implied that the fat priest didn't give much money to the poor, and that the thin doctor's treatment wasn't very effective.
The medical standards of this world weren't very good. Thanks to the elven medical books, Laing was a little better than the dark Middle Ages back on Earth. However, if it weren't for his Psionic ability to purify germs, he would've been plagued by the disease himself.
The two chatted happily. The man's humorous words made the sorceress cover her mouth and laugh. The sorceress's beautiful face was flushed red by the fireplace. She turned to look at Laing's handsome face from time to time, thinking that it was worth it to dress up so carefully today.
Time slipped away, and someone came to disturb them. "Mr. Laing?"
It was Olivier. The merchant from the Empire had finally found a chance to talk to Villard. Unfortunately, Villard refused to send troops to escort them. However, the lord seemed to have relented on some things, and Olivier hurriedly came to Laing.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately felt an extremely unfriendly gaze from Teresa. The sorceress' gaze was like a needle, and the merchant from the Empire suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head.
This wasn't an illusion. He really felt pain because even Laing could feel the sorceress' magic fluctuations.
It seemed that her body had recovered a lot.
Seeing the unhappy look on Teresa's face, Laing reached out and patted the back of the woman's hand. "Teresa, business is more important."
"So we didn't do business before?" The woman turned her head unhappily. Her silver eyes stared at him through the black-rimmed glasses with butterfly patterns, and the purple eyeshadow flickered slightly.
"When the discussion is over, we have plenty of time to have a good talk, don't we?" The man knew that he couldn't be angry with her at this time, so he whispered in her ear. "Of course I'd like to spend more time with the beautiful you."
"Then let's go together." Teresa nodded, and the huge spiritual pressure that lingered in the mind of the Empire merchant slowly faded away. Olivier's forehead was sweating. For the first time, he felt that traveling with a spellcaster was not so good.
Any anger from her could directly destroy the merchant's fragile life.
Because spellcasters were under the influence of magic all year round, their personalities would more or less change. Ice sorcerers like Teresa were not so bad, but they were a little colder and didn't like to talk to strangers. Olivier knew that the fire sorcerer in Marlin Castle had a very hot temper. He could explode immediately if he didn't like what he said.
It was the same for other spellcasters. For example, the earth sorcerers were stubborn, and the transmutation sorcerers were easy to deal with. These were all rumors among the merchants. There was even a manual called "How to Get Along with Spellcasters" that was very popular among the adventurers and merchants.
When Laing and Teresa followed Olivier to the round table, all the men at the table were stunned by the beautiful sorceress and her luxurious clothes. Then, they all felt like their heads were being pricked by needles, and they quickly woke up.
"Welcome, Mr. Laing, Ms. Teresa." A short, middle-aged man who looked like he was in his forties said with a hoarse voice. His hair was messy like grass, and it seemed like he hadn't washed it for a long time. The tattered cloak wrapped around his thin body, and it seemed like it didn't fit him at all. This man looked no different from a farmer on the roadside. He was the kind of man who would be easily forgotten.
A very dangerous man. If Laing guessed correctly, this man should be the leader of the Grey Blade mercenary group, Birger.
Interesting.
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