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Bertrand! Everyone in the bar widened their eyes in shock.
This famous archer was famous in Count Glamorgan. Since he surrendered to Count Laing, he had made many contributions on the battlefield, especially in the war against the Orcs. Bertrand was often the deciding factor on the battlefield. His archery skills were too good. In the critical moments of the war, Bertrand was always able to kill the enemy leader and lead the Human army to the final victory.
After the surrender, Bertrand was promoted by Laing. He was promoted from Archer Platoon Leader to Archer Company Commander, and then to Deputy Battalion Commander of the Chalon Forest Patrol Camp. His annual salary was 30 crowns. Bertrand relied on his strength to gain the respect of everyone in the territory. Some Knights even occasionally chatted with him.
Therefore, Bertrand gradually had a nickname, "Green Archer" Bertrand. It meant that he always liked to wear green cloaks and tights. His accurate archery skills were comparable to the Wood Elves.
"Okay, coming right up. What else do you want?" Madam Martie nodded quickly. She smiled flatteringly and almost bent down. "It's an honor to have such a big shot like you in my humble shop."
"Ha, it's nothing. I'm used to it." Bertrand, who had a long mustache, threw a silver coin onto the bar. The landlady's hand was as fast as the strongest Rogue's. She swiped her hand across the table, and the greasy bar looked as if nothing had happened.
The whispers in the bar continued until a drunkard took the initiative to speak.
"Bertrand! Are you going to be promoted to a Knight? "
"Bertrand! Will you still remember us after you're promoted to a Knight? "
"Can you treat me to a drink? Bertrand, I'm out of money. "
Bertrand laughed heartily. "Haha, it's not that easy. What do you think a Knight is? Do you think that the Lady of the Lake gave an oracle, and everyone has a chance to be a Knight? Wake up, there are only three places a year! You'd better think about whether your performance can catch Earl Laing's eye! "
"I didn't say we can. We just think you have a chance!" A drunkard with a long beard and sloppy clothes said indignantly, "I said, if you treat me to a cup of beer, I don't want anything else."
"Hey, you old man, you only care about your almost empty glass!" Bertrand scolded before sitting down next to Raymond.
Madame immediately came over and poured Bertrand a glass full of Empire stout, which was almost overflowing.
Raymond was a little unhappy that his limelight had been stolen by Bertrand, but he really had nothing to compare with Bertrand. Although the young man was inevitably young and impetuous, he also knew that he was only a soldier of the count. He didn't even have the status of a freeman. The young man could only bow his head and drink.
The beer was always drunk quickly. Raymond found that unknowingly, the large wooden beer glass that could hold hundreds of milliliters had been emptied. The count's soldier picked up the glass and then put it down.
Madame immediately noticed Raymond's strange behavior. She walked up to the young man with a smile. "Sir, would you like a refill?"
"Hmm …" Raymond was suddenly in a dilemma. He had planned to drink a large glass of Empire stout, but if he drank a second glass, it meant that he would have to spend another eighty copper coins. Although the soldier's salary was good, he couldn't spend money like this.
Raymond, who had been poor since he was a child, finally managed to escape with his old mother and brother. He knew the principle of saving money, but the young man's pride made him a little reluctant. The madame meant that he could either refill his glass or get ready to leave. It was common sense that one couldn't stay after finishing the beer.
Many drinkers snickered secretly. After all, the count's soldier was still too young and naive. For drinkers, it was common sense to stay after a third or a quarter of the glass was left at the bottom.
Just when Raymond was wondering if he should take out another silver coin to refill his glass, Bertrand took out another silver coin and pointed to Raymond beside him. "Martie, refill this young man's glass!"
"Another Empire stout?" Martie was interested. The madame didn't care who paid. As long as someone paid, she would pour the beer.
"Okay, another Empire stout."
Raymond's glass was also filled to the brim. Young people always had the misconception that this second glass was even more full than the first.
"Why do you want to buy me this one?" Raymond didn't drink first like many drunkards. He frowned. "I don't think I know you … or you don't know me, Mr. Bertrand."
"You know me … and I know you. You're the one from the north who joined the count's halberd battalion." Bertrand made a gesture.
The meaning of the gesture was obvious: runaway slaves.
Brittany knew that many serfs had escaped and came to the south. Knight King Richard wanted to send someone to investigate the situation, but with the invasion of Chaos and the death of 100,000 people, the kingdom's attention was focused on resisting the barbarians.
After Laing killed Egil and defeated the barbarians, the dukes in the north could only swallow their grievances. The best time to investigate had passed, and there was no way to investigate after the heavy casualties. Many things became a mess.
"So?" Raymond's voice was unpleasant.
"I've seen your training. I've seen your courage. I don't know what's supporting you, but I want to toast you," Bertrand continued.
Raymond understood now.
He had experienced the most severe test when he joined the halberd battalion.
These halberd recruits were instructed to put on their armor, hold their halberds, and get into formation. After they got into formation, a dozen fully armed Ranger Knights charged at these recruits without warning.
At that time, most of the recruits were so scared that they turned around and ran. Of the entire row of recruits, only two people remained standing in the same place. One of them was Raymond. The knights reined in their horses when they were two meters away from the recruits.
Relying on this, Raymond finally succeeded in becoming an official employee.
"Well, thank you, Mr. Bertrand. I wish you good health." Raymond raised his glass.
"I wish you the same!" Bertrand also raised his glass.
After a few more mouthfuls of dark beer, the atmosphere gradually heated up. The landlady brought some barbecue and dishes to go with the wine. It was easy for the men to get familiar with each other. They talked loudly about who had the potential to become a knight and who the count favored the most.
After a while, the topic came to the story of the five serfs in Brittany's history who were promoted to nobles in a thousand years.
Most of the serfs did not know how to count, but they knew that the chances of being promoted to a knight had increased a lot!
From five in a thousand years to three in a year, this was a qualitative leap!
"Bertrand, do you know the story of the five serfs? We only know the story of Duchess Huameis! " Some of the drunkards shouted loudly. They drank inferior barley wine and kept asking Bertrand, "I know you're knowledgeable and can read. Can you tell me more about it? How did they become nobles by His Majesty? "
"Well, it's not a secret. Since you want to hear it, I'll tell you." Bertrand attached great importance to literacy. After surrendering to Laing, he repeatedly asked Laing to send someone to teach him how to read. After more than a year of hard work and a little foundation, Bertrand was considered to have a high literacy level among the serfs.
"Tell us!" The drunkards were excited. It was great that they could listen to a story without a bard.
"Who should I start with … Let's start with Hubard." Bertrand raised his large wooden cup and said, "I'll start with Hubard because his story is the simplest."
"Hubard was an ordinary serf who farmed for generations. He had no ability, but he was very lucky."
"One day, he went into the forest to try his luck and find something to eat. He saved a Duchess' daughter who was favored by a lady. The Duchess' daughter was besieged by Orcs, and her life was at stake. Hubard risked his life to save the Duchess' daughter and brought her out of the forest. Because of his great contribution, the King made him a Knight."
"Oh, my God! This Mr. Hubbard is a lucky dog! " A serf complained. "Why didn't I have such good luck … Continue, Bertrand, what happened to Hubard?"
"Hubard's luck ended there. He died on the battlefield on the 52nd day of becoming a noble. He didn't survive the first battle of his Knight career. It was probably because he was too weak."
"Heh, heh, heh." The pub was full of laughter. Serfs weren't Knights. They didn't have solid military training. They were destined to be Knights on the battlefield.
"What about the second one?"
"The second one was called Javier, a Lyonnesian. He was an illegitimate child, a devout young man with strong emotions and hallucinations. He always claimed that he saw the lady's hallucinations. The villagers were skeptical and decided to let him be a guard in the village's Church of the Holy Grail." Bertrand told the story of the second serf's promotion to nobility. "One night, Javier received a revelation from the lady. He excitedly used the wood piled up in the church and fragments collected from other places to build the first trebuchet in history. Yes, it was the trebuchet that our kingdom is now equipped with. When the northern barbarians went south to plunder, Javier relied on the trebuchet to throw boulders and sink many barbarian dragon boats, forcing the barbarians to retreat."
"After the war, Javier was taken to see the king by the knights. His design was valued by the kingdom. The king rewarded him with five goats, three fat pigs, a cow, a copper corolla, and a large iron plate full of crowns. It was said that this was more wealth than Javier could imagine. Her Highness the Lake Goddess promoted him to a noble. Since then, Javier became a craftsman specializing in the design, maintenance, manufacture, and improvement of trebuchets for the kingdom."
"Sigh, he saw the lady's hallucination and received a revelation from the lady. We ordinary people don't have such luck." The serfs complained again. "Mr. Bertrand, you're not talking nonsense, are you?"
"A play is not nonsense, and an adaptation is not nonsense. Why would I talk nonsense? I asked the Lord Knight, and they told me. "
Well, another path had been cut off.
"The third person was Baron Beaumarchais, Jacques of Winford Duchy.
"Strictly speaking, Jacques wasn't an ordinary serf. His father was a senior sergeant and the warden of the baron's prison. His mother was a famous seamstress who was best at sewing fine clothes for the lord. That's why Jacques was able to eat well and grow tall since he was young. He even had the opportunity to train with the squires of the knights."
Under such circumstances, Jacques grew into a strong and handsome man and became a shepherd at a young age. "
"Wow, another lucky guy." The customers in the bar nodded. Being a shepherd was not a lowly job. In order to become a shepherd, a serf had to have a flock of sheep.
"This young shepherd was born with great strength, and he was also known as a handsome man. Therefore, he was favored by the baron's daughter, Lady Isabelle. It is said that Lady Isabelle had been planning to marry him since that day."
"The opportunity came. One day, Jacques went out to herd sheep and was attacked by a group of green-skinned people. In the end, not only did the young shepherd not escape, he took out his weapon, shouted the lady's name, and killed the group of green-skinned people."
"This incident alarmed the lady, and the lady praised Jacques verbally. The serfs all saw Jacques as the hero of the duchy. Lady Isabelle took the opportunity to make an exception and gave Jacques the title of a knight ranger. The king also agreed."
The serfs sighed again. Who could kill a group of green-skinned people alone?
"The story did not end here. Not long after, Isabelle's father, the previous Baron Beaumarchais, died in battle. As Baron Beaumarchais's son was only a knight ranger (the heir of the baron must have the title of a knight of the kingdom, or else he could not inherit the title), Lady Isabelle issued a training mission. Whoever could slay a dragon would become the new baron."
"Jacques and the baron's son, Aghavan, set out together. The two of them crossed the mountains and found the dragon's cave. After a tough battle, Aghavan used his sword to cut open the dragon's throat, and Jacques pierced the dragon's heart."
"…" The serfs were speechless. To become a knight, not only did one have to be able to kill a group of green-skinned people alone, one also had to be able to slay a dragon?
"Both Jacques and Aghavan were deeply impressed by each other's bravery. They both insisted that the other was the one who slayed the dragon. After they couldn't come to an agreement, they returned to their territory and asked Miss Isabelle to decide. Miss Isabelle declared Jacques the winner on the grounds that he was the one who pierced the dragon's heart. After that, Miss Isabelle married Jacques, and Jacques became Baron Beaumarchais."
Raymond was speechless. He felt that something in the bottom of his heart had broken.
That something was called a dream.
It was extremely difficult for a serf to become a knight.
"What about the last one? Bertrand? "
"Very good! It seems that you all understand the gap between yourselves. "Bertrand took a big gulp of Empire Stout and began to tell the last story.
"So, are you ready? I will tell you the story of the last serf who became a knight, and it is also the most legendary story. "
"That is Pawar's story."
"From a serf to a knight of the Holy Grail."
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