"By the way, where is Teresa now?" Laing thought of something and asked casually.
"Teresa? You're talking about Ms. Trovic, right? She met a mercenary group when she was traveling with you, so she joined them, "the Archbishop replied and turned off the communication device.
"What a stubborn woman," Laing shook his head.
Spellcasters were very powerful. A spellcaster of the same rank could kill ten melee professions with a spell cast at full power.
However, spellcasters were also very weak. The time it took to cast a spell was enough for a melee professions of the same rank to kill him ten times over.
Therefore, spellcasters needed protection.
As for why a mercenary group was willing to travel with that woman?
The answer was very simple. The presence of a spellcaster in a team would increase the team's strength and ability to deal with danger. For example, comparing an elite warrior to an elite spellcaster was like comparing a $6000 monthly salary to a $6000 monthly salary to a $6000 monthly salary of a senior engineer. Although the salary of a brick-mover was the same as that of a senior engineer, the brick-mover was only capable of carrying bricks. A senior engineer, on the other hand, could do a lot of things, such as all kinds of spells, a rich reserve of potions, extensive knowledge, and profound wisdom. Spellcasters were very popular.
This was the role of spellcasters. They were the darlings of heaven and earth, known as "spellcasters". They were the dream team of all adventurers. Laing had been traveling for many years, so he had a deep understanding of this situation. For example, he knew that if an elite spellcaster was hired for a mission, the expected reward would be at least ten Gold Denars. Otherwise, it would be impossible to persuade a spellcaster to take action.
When Laing first came to this world, he also dreamed of becoming a spellcaster. In the end, he was very sad. After testing, he found that he did not have enough magic affinity. He was destined to be a spellcaster in this life. Reality was not a game. When one entered, they could choose their own profession. After all, there were very few people who had the talent to become a spellcaster. Only 0.1% or even less would have enough talent to embark on the path of arcane magic. Among them, 90% could only be normal apprentices for life. Only after breaking through the normal rank and entering the elite rank could they be considered as spellcasters who could truly take charge.
However, Laing reached out his hand. Light gathered in his blue eyes. Light blue energy threads lingered around his fingertips and disappeared without a trace.
Thanks to the mysterious person he met in the passage, he taught Laing how to use the psionic energy of the human brain to cast spells. Therefore, Laing himself was also a spellcaster in disguise. On the surface, he was just a warrior. Yes, a knight belonging to the Kingdom of Nords' White Wolf Knights.
Since he had obtained enough information, there was no need to continue looking around. Laing went directly to the blacksmith. He had just experienced a fierce battle yesterday. It was a good time to repair his equipment and weapon.
Many people were used to playing games. They took it for granted that once a weapon was equipped, it could be used forever. This weapon was so sharp that it didn't need any maintenance. As long as it was allowed, the main character of an RPG could use this weapon from the beginning to the end of the game. Similarly, a piece of clothing could accompany the main character through countless battles. After countless slashes and chisels, countless spears and cannons, and even the baptism of magic, it would always be as clean as new and provide consistent protection.
However, games were games, and reality was reality. The truth was that if a sword was used too much, it would become chipped. If armor suffered too many attacks, it would be damaged and gradually lose its defensive power. Weapons and armor often needed to be maintained and checked before battle. They also needed to be replenished regularly with various kinds of potions, such as applying sword oil regularly.
The town's blacksmith shop was located near the center of the town. This old blacksmith had over twenty years of blacksmithing experience. Although he was definitely very skilled in the art of blacksmithing, Laing felt that this old blacksmith had spent his entire life in this town as a blacksmith, so one could only imagine his skill level …
In Laing's opinion, this blacksmith shop must be similar to an RPG novice village, selling some common weapons and equipment.
Sure enough, the old blacksmith could only help Laing check the extent of damage to the inner ring of his chainmail and help him maintain his weapon. As for the equipment hanging in the shop, it could be said that he didn't care for any of them. Laing casually picked up a standard fine iron longsword and swung it a few times. The cold edge of the blade flashed in the room. Just from these few movements, one could see that Laing was extremely skilled in swordsmanship. The longsword in his hand seemed to have a spirit and a strange rhythm. The body of the sword reflected a cold light that swayed around the room.
The old blacksmith was oiling Laing's war hammer when he saw a guest trying out his sword. He looked at the small face outside the door worriedly and shook his head slightly. However, that small face was full of reluctance and only continued to watch the knight practice his sword.
"Mm, this is a good sword." Laing put down the longsword and said to the door, "Don't look at it anymore. Come in!"
A boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old walked in timidly. His body was wrapped in a thick cotton coat made of linen and a robe made of animal skin. His face was red from the cold. "H-hello, Sir Knight!"
After saying that, the boy bowed. It wasn't very standard. His right hand was on his left chest, and his left hand was straight to the left with his palm facing up.
"Hello!" Laing nodded. Seeing this, the old blacksmith let out a sigh of relief. "Sir Knight, this child is called Nim. He's 13 years old this year. He awakened his profession talent at the age of 8. He's now a warrior. Seeing Sir Knight practice your sword, he might want to learn something.
"Awakened his profession talent at the age of 8?!" Laing was interested.
Profession talents usually awakened at the age of 7 or 8. If a person's talent was good enough, they would automatically awaken their profession talent at the age of 7 or 8. They would then decide their future direction and change their profession.
Most of the civilians who didn't awaken their profession talent would go to the church at the age of 9 or 13 to check their profession talent. The church would also help them awaken their profession talent. Of course, it wasn't free. If they couldn't afford it, they could borrow it from the church first. The rest of the people would mostly be civilians for the rest of their lives, learning a trade or simply farming. A small number of them still had the chance to awaken their profession talent before the age of 30. Once the age of 30 passed and the body began to age, the chances would become very small.
After awakening, humans began to be called ordinary professions or ordinary adventurers. People of this level were the basic strength and standard of the national army and adventurers. These people were still a group of mixed hairs in Laing's eyes.
Only a small number of soldiers and adventurers would continue to train and advance to the elite level. These people were the backbone of the human race, such as the regular knights of the Order of Knights, the elite swordsmen of the royal family, and those veteran adventurers and veteran mercenaries were all of this level.
Above that was the Legend rank. At this level, one would have the strength to shake a region. If an army was not led by a Legend rank expert, the fighting strength would be completely different. The number of Legend rank experts in a country could directly determine the level of the country's strength.
As for above that … Laing thought to himself, King Nord was a saint. How could a saint appear in a small town like this?
To awaken his profession talent at the age of 7 or 8, this child's talent must be very good.
"Sir Knight, can you teach me how to use a sword?" The boy looked to be 15 or 16 years old, but in fact, he was only 13 years old. He looked at the longsword hanging on the wall, his face full of desire.
"Why do you want to learn swordsmanship?"
"Because I want to protect my family! My father is a hunter. A few days ago, I saw him come home covered in blood, but he didn't hunt anything. If I learn how to use a sword, I can go hunting with my father! " Judging from the boy's clothes, this family should be considered to be well-off. Laing's interest was piqued, and he continued to ask, "What about other than hunting? If you learn how to use a sword, will you use it to hunt? "
"Of course not. My goal is to learn swordsmanship well, and then strive to become a knight's squire. For example, to become the lord's squire and follow him to destroy evil." The boy clenched his fists, his eyes burning with hatred. Like all humans, the boy had been taught to hate since he was young. He hated those monsters that killed humans. He hated those monsters.
"In the end, I will definitely become a glorious knight like you, Sir Knight. Using a hammer and sword, I will fight on the battlefield!" The boy finished his ambition, and what he received was a look of approval from the kingdom's knight.
In the past, the nobles of the old Empire were very stingy and domineering. However, after the second war of Chaos 150 years ago, the old nobles either surrendered to Chaos or avoided the war. They abandoned their own territories and ran desperately towards the south. Only a small number of them chose to fight to the death with the savior, Ludwig.
In the end, the allied forces of Order won. The fate of the nobles who surrendered to Chaos and abandoned their own territories was imaginable. Apart from a few who were directly beheaded in public, 70 to 80 percent of the old nobles lost everything in the great purge after the war. These people who lost their past glory and status were the most despised people on the continent. Be it commoners or nobles, everyone looked down on them.
Most of the new nobles were nobles with military exploits. They relied on their military exploits to obtain their own territories. Compared to the old nobles, they were more approachable and tolerant. Although the extent was limited, the new laws and system made these new nobles realize that only by increasing the population and prosperity of their territories could their income and safety be guaranteed. Blindly collecting taxes and taxes was actually digging their own graves.
It was not surprising that the young nobles desired to become a knight squire. Apart from the commission and bragging rights in the future, an important way for commoners to rise to the ranks of nobles was to become a knight's apprentice.
A knight's apprentice would learn from a knight and take care of their daily life. After a few years, the outstanding apprentices would be promoted to knight squires. The squires would begin to have a certain status and could follow the knights to the battlefield and achieve military merits. Among them, the outstanding squires would have the opportunity to become apprentice knights. They would ride into battle and wait for the title of nobles to confer upon them. They would then become official knights and begin to enter the ranks of nobles.
However, at this time, official knights were still not Royal Knights like Laing. These knights were generally known as Ranger Knights. The biggest difference between them and Royal Knights was that they did not have a fief. Any Royal Knight would at least have a small village and a few acres of land as their fief. However, there were also Royal Knights like Laing who refused to have a fief and only received a regular salary. This was the biggest difference between Ranger Knights and Royal Knights. Royal Knights had a stable income while Ranger Knights did not.
If someone like Laing were to be conferred a title by the Royal Knights and become a Royal Knight, he would completely become a member of the nobles.
No matter how much the peasant class rose, this level was already the limit. Unless there were special cases, most nobles would not allow non-nobles to enter the ranks of the nobles.
Out of interest, Laing also gave the child a few pointers. Seeing that it was getting late and that it was winter, Nord only had six hours of daylight. He quickly prepared to leave.
"Thank you, Sir Knight! May I know your name? " Laing taught the boy a set of the most basic swordsmanship of the Kingdom of Nords' army — the Cross Swordsmanship.
"Laing."
"Laing?"
"Yes, my name is Laing."
"Ah, are you!?"
"Haha!"
After returning to the inn, Laing went back to his room and tidied up his things. He was ready to leave.
"Mr. Knight? Hello! " A middle-aged man sitting at a table and enjoying his lunch saw Laing coming down from upstairs. After seeing the knight's badge on his chest, he took the initiative to strike up a conversation.
"Good afternoon." Laing realized that this was the merchant from the Empire who was partying with the locals in the inn last night.
"My name is Olivier, and I come from the Empire. May I have the honor of knowing your name? Mr. Knight? " The merchant took the initiative to extend his hand. Laing frowned slightly. He had a lot of experience interacting with merchants. All merchants were cunning. Merchants always had a strong purpose in doing things. A merchant who took the initiative to curry favor must have a request.
"Laing. My name is Laing."
The merchant looked to be in his forties. He had long hair and wore a monocle. He was dressed very lavishly. There were many gold and gemstone rings on his hand. However, Laing could tell that they were not very high quality goods at first glance. The silver ring on his left thumb looked out of place. Laing could feel the waves of magic from it. If he guessed correctly, it should be a magic item.
Interesting!
Since he was going to have a good meal before setting off, Ryan had the time to chat with this merchant. From him, Ryan learned that this merchant was originally traveling with a caravan. Since the Lord of Ulan Town still owed him a sum of money, he had come here to collect it. Ryan noticed that this merchant's guards were equipped with good equipment. They were all wearing standard scale armor and standard longswords. Two of them even had crossbows strapped to their backs.
The merchant's wealth could be seen from his guards and his attire. The wilderness of this world was very dangerous. All kinds of monsters and bandits roamed the wilderness. However, if it was an internal conflict between humans, most nobles and merchants would be locked up for ransom instead of being killed.
"Mr. Knight, may I have the honor of knowing your name?"
"My name is Laing."
"Black hair, blue eyes, less than 25 years old. When I saw you yesterday, I knew that you were the hero of the Nords Kingdom that they were talking about." Olef had an "I know your little secret" look on his face as he snickered with a fawning expression.
"I never thought of hiding my identity," Laing complained as he scooped up a spoonful of broth.
"Mr. Laing, you don't look like a Nord. You look more like a citizen of the Empire. The Aachen bloodline in the Empire is black-haired and blue-eyed like Mr. Laing. This kind of bloodline is the most popular in the Empire. Apart from that, black-haired and blue-eyed Brunswickers like myself and the brown-haired Mrs. Aldau are also very popular." The merchant didn't seem to want to get straight to the point. Instead, he talked about bloodlines.
"The blonde-haired and blue-eyed Bretons must be treated well in the Empire. As for the red-haired, yellow-skinned and dark-skinned ones, they're not so popular, right?" Laing chuckled. Seeing that the merchant didn't want to get straight to the point, he didn't say anything either. He only sped up his eating.
Emperor Charlemagne was of the black-haired, blue-eyed Aachen bloodline. The first twelve Carolingian knights to follow him also had the Brunswick and Aldau bloodlines. It was no surprise that these three bloodlines were the most popular in the Empire.
As expected, Laing wasn't in a hurry, but Olivier was.
"Mister Ryan, the wilderness of Ulan Town doesn't seem to be very safe. It is said that there are people from the Church of Justice who are chasing after an evil almighty, so …" The merchant obviously had a request. After briefly explaining the situation, he tactfully asked if they could travel together? He would pay for the travel expenses.
"Sorry, I have an appointment with someone." Laing shook his head with a regretful expression.
"An appointment?" The merchant looked disappointed.
"Yes, I can't keep them waiting." Laing put on his full set of equipment, picked up his warhammer, and walked out of the inn in the snow.
"May the Goddess of Fortune bless your future path, Sir Knight," the innkeeper murmured as he looked at Laing's back.
"There's no other way. Fuck, Marther, let's go." Olivier sighed. He had stayed in this town long enough. It was time to go.
"Let's go!"
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