Duke Magritte's personal guard captain, Pablo, was loyal and devoted. He had served Duke Rubio for many years. Even though Estalia was a relatively peaceful country that was rarely attacked by outside forces, this personal guard captain's strength was not to be underestimated. The rapier in his hand transformed into a snake, aiming straight for Laing's face from the side.
The duelists of Estalia had a wealth of experience in this regard. Generally speaking, a person would instinctively fear the sharp tip of a rapier, and when the tip of a rapier neared a person's face, most people would instinctively retreat.
Pablo's heart was filled with anger. No matter how powerful Laing was and how much prestige he had, facing a fully-armed Pablo without any armor or weapons, this was truly a great contempt!
At the very least, he had to force Laing into a fluster. That was enough!
"For Magritte! For Mirmidia! "The personal guard captain's rapier was already close to Laing's face.
Laing only made a single movement. The Count himself nimbly slid to the side, and then he extended his hand towards Pablo. Compared to the rapier's rapier, Laing's hand speed was simply too fast to be seen clearly.
"Ugh!" Before the rapier's rapier could reach him, Pablo found that his collar had already been firmly grasped by Laing. The personal guard captain could feel the tightness of his collar robbing him of his right to breathe. "Ugh!"
This enormous strength almost suffocated Pablo. He struggled to hold onto the rapier, and the feeling of weightlessness followed.
He was single-handedly lifted up by Laing, and in pain, the rapier fell to the ground. Pablo's hands tightly grasped Laing's hand that was grabbing his collar, and he struggled with difficulty. "Ha … ha … I definitely won't …"
Before he finished speaking, the world spun, and the stars in the night sky spun a full circle in Pablo's large pupils. Then, the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground rang out, breaking the tranquility of Moore's garden. Boom!
The personal guard captain was placed in a flowerbed, unconscious.
Laing opened his eyes and cast his gaze towards the pavilion in the distance. The Count's meaning was clear. Have you finished probing?
"Clap clap clap ~" Duke Rubio of Magritte clapped his hands as he appeared from behind the pavilion. He smiled and said, "It is my honor to witness the strength of Sir Laing. I hope Sir Laing will forgive my little test. Hello, Sir Laing, let me introduce myself. I am Duke Rubio of Magritte. You can just call me Rubio. This is my son, Juan of Magritte."
"Hello, Your Excellency. I believe this is not a coincidence." Laing's words were always shallow. His blue eyes flashed with psionic light as he waited for Duke Magritte to continue. "Of course, I think that if I don't pass this test, it might really be a coincidence? Mr. Rubio? Excuse me? "
Laing's words made Duke Magritte's face turn ugly. The Eagle Knights protecting the Duke also showed indignant expressions. However, they soon noticed Captain Pablo lying in the flowerbed with some dismay.
Captain Pablo was already the strongest among them. The Eagle Knights knew that even if the rest of them attacked together, they wouldn't be a match for Laing. This was a ruthless person.
Regarding this, Estalia and Tyrell were different. Tyrell was known as the "Hounds of War" and the "Kingdom of Mercenaries". They still had some powerful people hidden away. Moreover, Tyrell had always been rich in mercenaries. That place even had a dragon-riding elf, the Dragon King Mercenary, and a group of green-skinned bosses.
Estalia, on the other hand, was much weaker. Apart from duelists, there weren't any powerful people here. Apart from the Flaming Sun, the Eagle Knights, and the Spear of Justice, the other knights were all inferior. The Duke's office in Magritte was always open. As long as anyone handed over 50 gold coins (referring to Estalia's gold coin, Exelante), they would immediately receive a knight's title!
If you handed over 100 gold coins, not to mention a knight's title, a full set of knight's equipment (shabby) and an inferior farm horse would be prepared for you!
What? You have 300 gold coins?! Come on, brother. Fill in this form and Duke Magritte will provide you with a thatched hut as your headquarters. He will also help you announce to the whole city that a new knight's order has been established in Magritte!
"Lai … Sir Laing, it's an honor to meet you!" Juan saw the awkward atmosphere and the young knight hurriedly stepped forward. "I've always been your most ardent admirer. I swear in the name of Goddess Mirmidia! I've always wanted to become an amazing knight like you since I was nine years old! "
Then, the young knight immediately made a standard apology. He smiled a little bashfully. "I'm very sorry, Sir Laing. The cause of this matter is all my fault. I apologize to you on behalf of myself."
Laing nodded in understanding. Juan's reaction was quite normal, because most fanatical fans' first reaction to seeing their idols was to feel out if the idol in front of them was exactly the same as the idol in their hearts. It was inevitable that Juan would have such probing thoughts. "It won't happen again."
The champion of the Lady of the Lake shook Juan's hand. Looking at the young man's excited expression, Laing thought to himself that this guy probably wouldn't wash his hands for a few days. "So? Sir Rubio, Mister Juan, is there anything you need from me? If there's nothing else, I'll be going back to rest early. We'll be leaving Magritte tomorrow. "
"Ah! Sir Laing is leaving tomorrow?! "Juan was obviously surprised by this situation.
"May I have the honor of inviting Sir Laing to the gazebo for a few words?" Duke Rubio of Magritte invited very sincerely. "The Sunwatcher Family has a presumptuous request."
The Sunwatcher Family … The name of the Sunstrider Family appeared in Laing's mind. That family was a big tea table.
Estalia was also one of the high elves' colonies in the old world. It was said that the Sunwatcher Family came from the high elves, and this human family had a trace of elven blood. Although it was very thin, some traces could still be seen between Rubio and Juan's eyebrows.
As a guest, Laing had to give face to the host.
The three of them sat in the gazebo under the protection of many Eagle Knights. The attendants served tea and snacks, and Duke Rubio of Magritte expressed his request to Laing in a very sincere and serious tone.
He wanted to send his son, Juan Carlos, the Sunwatcher, to be Laing's official knight. This wasn't an internship, but a permanent one. In the future, Juan would fight as Laing's subordinate.
The duke sending his son to be Laing's subordinate wasn't particularly surprising to Laing. He was even used to it because many of his knights came from various noble families in Brittany.
Noble families that produced knights would often send their children to other knight families to be trained as attendants. Many noble families would also send their children, other than their heirs, to serve other lords and let them find their own way to obtain a noble title. This wasn't strange at all. With Laing's reputation, he was also confident in this. As a human hero renowned in the old world, many nobles sent their children to be his subordinates.
"Are you serious, Mr. Rubio? Your Excellency Rubio, if you become my subordinate, you must abide by the spirit of chivalry and the way of chivalry. You must fight against evil until you die. I will not give him preferential treatment just because he is the son of the Duke, nor will I intentionally suppress him because of his identity. How far he can go in the future will all depend on himself. "The Count said seriously after Ryan understood the purpose of Rubio's visit after hearing his explanation.
"I swear in the name of Milmedia! I will die for Sir Laing! " The young Flaming Sun Knight's eyes were burning with fanaticism. This young knight clenched his fists and knelt on one knee. His brown curly hair was a little messy. He used his loudest voice to say, "Please believe in me! Sir Laing! "
"Juan is my son, Sir Laing. I'm handing him over to you. Until Juan obtains his own noble title or until I die, all of his salary will be taken from the Magritte Duchy's treasury," Rubio added. "I've already prepared Juan's full set of knight equipment and warhorse. The same goes for his servants and squires."
At this point, Laing no longer had any objections. Juan was an official Flaming Sun Knight who had completed all of the courses at the Goddess of War Academy by himself. His strength was around the mid-elite rank. There was no reason for Laing to not want this kind of potential stock that was delivered to his doorstep without any maintenance fee.
Seeing Laing nod, Juan happily shouted a few times. The young Flaming Sun Knight was immersed in joy. He couldn't wait to tell everyone in the duchy.
Seeing this young man's ecstatic expression, Laing also revealed a smile. He knew that this young man might not be able to sleep well tonight. This was a common problem for young people. It was the same when he received his knighthood due to his military exploits.
Today's Juan, yesterday's Laing. The legacy of knights was passed down generation after generation. This was the flower of hope, the bond that connected the knights.
After giving a brief reminder of the departure time tomorrow, Laing bid farewell to Duke Magritte and his future subordinates and agreed to meet up tomorrow morning. It was a little late, and he knew that he should go back.
The banquet in the Eastern Palace was also coming to an end. Grand Mentor Enzo Moretti of the Magritte Knights had finally reached a settlement agreement. He sat down and drank a few cups with Fedmond before leaving. Veronica also drank a few more cups in order to open up more trade routes. Wizard Garland took the opportunity to get acquainted with several key figures of the Estalia Merchant Alliance.
There were many banquets in Laing's territory. As the hostess, Suria had always been the representative of extravagance. Suria was more than enough to entertain everyone present with just a few words. Compared to Suria who was blessed by nature, Veronica was slightly inferior in this aspect. However, Garland was also very diligent in her studies. At least from the looks of it, she was doing very well. Several wealthy merchants also knew that she was Laing's female courtier and enjoyed legal status and protection, so they were willing to give her some face. The banquet was relatively harmonious.
The most miserable of all was the Paladin Al- Frey. Laing's blond childhood friend was drinking alone. The merchants obviously didn't like to interact with the Paladins who were 'overly righteous', so when he saw Laing appear, Al- Frey stood up excitedly. "Laing, you're finally back!"
"Why are you looking forward to my return so much, Afu?" Laing smiled. "Do you want to see your Miss Claudia? I think she's off work. "
"No …" Al- Frey heard Laing's words and said unhappily, "Good friend, you and Sir Frey spent half an hour persuading me. Do I look like someone who won't listen to your advice? I just want to say that it's almost time to go back to the State Guesthouse to rest. "
Laing lowered his head and thought for a moment. He suddenly whispered to Al- Frey, "Afu, if you're serious, if you really like Miss Claudia, you can mention her name to Mr. Amancio now. It will be very helpful for your pursuit, but you have to think clearly. No one knows what will happen in the future."
This was indeed a shortcut. At least Amancio would definitely give face to Laing, but this didn't mean that the waitress would accept Al- Frey. It was more likely that the two of them would only have a brief relationship. This was too common in the open Southern countries. The hot unmarried women of Estalia didn't care about this at all.
This was also a type of transaction where the price was clearly stated.
Al- Frey was silent. The Paladin, who was already a little drunk, simply said Laing's unspoken words, "So she'll be wrapped in a blanket and sent to my room?"
"The choice is yours." Laing smiled and said, "Do you want to serenade your room?"
"…" Alfred's eyes flickered. He seemed to be thinking. Fedmond also came to the two with a glass of wine. The Holy Grail Knight said in a low voice, "It's about time, Sir Leon. Let Lady Veronica and Mr. Alfred rest early. We'll leave Magritte early tomorrow morning. Father's Sea God Fleet is already near the coastline, ready to land."
"Okay." Laing nodded. It was indeed about time.
"Forget it." At this time, Al- Frey gave his answer. The Paladin's face seemed to have lost something, but also seemed to have gained something. "It doesn't make sense. I agree with you on this point, Laing."
"I'm glad that our Mr. Al- Frey has made his choice." Laing laughed loudly. The Count was not surprised by the choice of his childhood playmate.
After Laing and Amancio spoke, the banquet officially came to an end, and the group returned to the State Guesthouse.
Under the envious and jealous gazes of several female attendants, Ryan picked up the beautiful Veronica and carried her into the room.
"Dear …" The charming Garland Witch curled up in Laing's arms. Her slender feet were wrapped in flesh-colored stockings, and the tip of her black fish-shaped high heels hooked around Laing's neck. Veronica's face was red, and her pair of jade arms were wrapped around Laing's neck. "Do you want to serenade me tonight? Just like how you persuaded Al- Frey? "
"Of course." Laing gently kissed Veronica. "I can't wait."
… I'm the section break of the serenade …
Two days later, Estalia, on the Moros Plain.
Hundreds of yellow-blue tents with Neptune's trident printed on them stretched for a distance of one kilometer.
Duke Bordero, Bodrick, led the Neptune Knights and a small number of retainers to set up an ambush for the rogue knights.
The theft of Neptune's trident was about to come to an end.
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