"The first one to receive the title of a knight is Sir Bertrand, the commander of the Old Guard from the Chalon Forest!" Laing said in an imposing manner, "Green Arrow Bertrand, the former leader of the Bergerac Bandits in the Chalon Forest. After I issued the Decree of Virtue, he abandoned the darkness and joined the light. He set up an infantry battalion and won many battles in the Chalon Forest. In the second battle of La Mesenelle Abbey, he severely injured the Necromancer Heinrich Kemmler with a magical arrow and founded the Old Guard. In the battle of Nur, he once again shot Sayre the Faithless. Bertrand is the first contributor to the establishment of the Old Guard. He is hereby awarded the title of a knight of the Kingdom of Bertrand and the fief of Glen Village!"
"Yes!" Bertrand could not contain his excitement. The Green Arrow in his early forties was even a little unsteady. He walked quickly to the high platform and opened his mouth, but he could not say a word.
From today on, he was also a knight of the Kingdom with a fief! He was a real noble!
"Boom!" The whole scene was boiling, as if a ladle of water had suddenly been poured into a boiling pot of oil. The serfs cheered, shouted, and were so excited that they could not control themselves.
The Old Guard could get the title of a knight!
We finally have hope to become a real noble!
Laing clapped his hands, and a knight of the Grail opened an exquisite iron box. Inside, there was a neat set of knight's attire and a Brittany knight badge that symbolized status.
Thousands of people's eyes were all focused on the knight's attire and badge.
"Bertrand, congratulations." Suria smiled and held the tray with both hands. She took the initiative to step forward and let Bertrand take the tray. Then she personally put on the badge for him. "I hope you will live up to our expectations."
"I, Bertrand, with my life and soul, swear under the witness of the Lady of the Lake and King Tal, that I will serve the Duke and Lady Suria until my death!" Bertrand knelt down heavily. He was so excited that his eyes were filled with tears.
This was not just an award ceremony. Suria encouraged Bertrand a little and signaled him to go down. The commander of the Old Guard held his chest out valiantly and strode down the high platform.
Everyone's eyes were focused on Laing. The passion and desire in their eyes spread throughout the venue.
"The second person to get the title of a knight is Amedai from the town of Jean!" Laing read the second name loudly, "Amedai, he joined the army when I first came to Jean. He fought many battles in the Knight's War in the Arden Forest. He fought many battles and killed many giant horned beasts. beasts. Since then, he has been active in several battles. In Knight's War. He has been active for many years and he has been in several wars..
"Yes!" An Old Guard, who had been through hundreds of battles, had tears in his eyes. He had decided to join the army since Laing's first battle in Brittany. In nearly fifteen years, he had changed from a teenager to a man in his thirties. Amedai had mixed feelings when he recalled the past. The Old Guard walked quickly to the high platform and took the knight's suit from Suria. Laing's head maid, Sylvia, put on the knight's badge for him.
"The third person to get the title of a knight is Deniz from the Duchy of Bastogne!" Laing gave the third knight's title to Deniz, the old guard who had done a lot in the war. "Deniz, who was originally a hunter in Bastogne, provided important information at a critical moment in the Knight's War in the Arden Forest. He saved the whole war. Since then, whether it was as a sergeant or as a company commander of the longbow battalion, or as an old guard, Deniz, all of them have done well in the war. Therefore, he is hereby given the title of a knight as a reward!"
"Yes!" The hunter who provided the weather information in the Arden Forest was now a thirty-year-old soldier. He took a deep breath and walked quickly to the high tower. He knelt in front of Laing and Suria. "My Duke, Madam Suria, Deniz will repay your trust in me with his life!"
"I'm looking forward to it," Suria said with a smile.
Another Old Guard became a knight.
Just like this, the Old Guard went up the stage one by one to receive his knight's uniform and knight's badge. Laing loudly read out their military achievements and glorious deeds. The warm winter sun shone on the shining badge with the Brittany lion and the golden iris. The Old Guard who received the knight's badge couldn't help but touch it. Under the reflection of the sun, there was a strong beam of light that made people unable to open their eyes.
The onlookers cast their gazes towards the stage. Their gazes were filled with admiration, admiration, envy, jealousy, and all sorts of complicated emotions. Many people couldn't help but swallow their saliva. Many of the freedmen's hearts had long been swallowed up by envy, jealousy, and hatred. There were even many people who secretly regretted not joining the army. Why did they miss such a precious opportunity?!
In the history of Brittany, before the Order of Knighthood and the award of the Old Guard, there were only five people who were born as serfs who received the title of knight!
The discussion and noise of the onlookers was like a tsunami, rolling and roaring in front of the Duke's castle. The turbulent emotions swallowed their hearts. It was such a glorious moment. It seemed that in this moment, the merchants' pockets full of gold coins, the rich farmers' granaries full of food, eggs, and milk, and the exquisite dwarven tools in the hands of the craftsmen all lost their brilliance in front of the knight's badge.
Berchemund, Duke of Bastogne, was sitting on one side of the stage. Seeing how grand and grand the award ceremony was, he was both envious and displeased. "Wow, Laing is really something. I can't believe he made so many bumpkins knights in one go."
François, Duke of Winford, was sitting next to Berchemund. Hearing the complaints of the most legitimate successor of the first Knight King Arthur, François smiled. "Times have changed, and so will the rules. After a thousand years, many of the rules have become rotten and rigid. Laing has injected new blood into the kingdom for himself, for us, and for the whole kingdom. The serfs work hard and fight hard, so we should at least give them some hope of promotion."
"Otherwise, one day, if we don't change, they will." François said meaningfully. "Therefore, instead of waiting for them to react, we should make concessions first. In this case, the serfs will only be grateful."
"You always have great reasons to talk to me, François." Berchemund sighed softly. "Maybe you're right. I'm just not used to it. Right, you've established the Unicorn Guards after Laing's Old Guard?"
"That's right." François looked at the grand award ceremony and the Old Guard who went up to the stage to receive their knight badges one by one. He chuckled. "In two or three years, I'll do it according to Laing's method."
"You're always like this. You only need to keep an eye on your son-in-law and imitate what he does." Berchemund continued to complain, "What a convenient and relaxing method. Why don't I have such a good son-in-law?"
"You can imitate him too." François advised. "Don't you have an elite army under your command, Bastogne's Beast Butcher Battalion? You can also use them as the foundation and backbone to form your own elite infantry regiment. It's just a few knight titles. You should be generous. If the serfs have the hope of promotion, why don't they fight to the death?"
"Yes, yes." Berchemund's eyes lit up after hearing this. He nodded and quickly whispered in François's ear, "Then what should I do? François, you have to guide me."
"No problem."
The award ceremony didn't take that long. Thirty knight titles weren't a lot. After the names were read out one by one, there was only one knight title left.
"The thirtieth knight title is Raymond from Lyonnaise!" Laing's voice was still full of majesty.
Raymond, who was standing below the stage, was stunned. His face was blank. "Ah?"
"It's you! Raymond! "
"Congratulations!"
"Hmph, you brat, you actually took the last spot!"
"Oh my god, it's actually him!"
A wave of disappointed sighs and congratulatory voices erupted from the group of old guards.
"Raymond, from Lyonnaise. During the famine, he came here to protect his mother and brother. The first time he joined the army, he faced the invasion of Egil Red-eye. In the battle of the Lyonnaise plains, he withstood the fierce attacks of the Warriors of Chaos as an ordinary halberd soldier. In the battle of Blackstone Stronghold, Raymond pierced through the head of the Bloodthirsty Heavenly Ghost alone. In the second battle of La Messenelle Abbey, Raymond was the first to discover Kemmler who was trying to retreat and assisted Bertrand to kill the Necromancer with an arrow. After that, he performed well in the battle of Musillon and the battle of Nur. He is hereby awarded the title of Ranger Knight as a reward!"
"Yes!" Raymond still felt that it was unreal. He could not help but pinch his face. He felt that he was still living in a dream, but his long years of military life had formed an instinct for him. When he heard Laing's shout, he strode onto the stage, rushed to Laing, and saluted. "My, my Duke?"
"Mr. Raymond, in this situation, you should kneel." The head maid, Sylvia, reminded him stiffly, "This is an award ceremony, not a military report!"
"Ah, ah, yes!" Raymond's mind was in a mess. He first knelt on one knee, then realized that something was wrong, so he quickly knelt on both knees. He looked very embarrassed.
Suria could not help but smile. She told Raymond not to be nervous, then took the tray from the Grail Knight and handed it to Raymond. Head Maid Sylvia then helped him fasten the knight badge.
I'm a knight, I'm a knight, I'm also a knight!
Raymond's mind was still in a mess. Laing smiled helplessly, indicating that he could go down. From a runaway slave to a knight, this was also a good story.
Seeing that the last knight title had been awarded, it seemed that the award ceremony was about to end. The whole venue was filled with unwillingness and disappointment. The Old Guard who received the title of knight was ecstatic and proud, but the Old Guard who did not receive the title of knight was a little resentful, and some even clenched their fists unwillingly.
"My soldiers, my soldiers!" At this time, Laing's voice sounded again. "I have another good news to tell you."
"Today, in addition to these 30 knight titles, I have prepared three more ranger knight titles!"
"Old Guard who did not receive the title of knight, if you are confident in yourself and feel that my way of handling things is unfair, then you can come up to the stage and report your military exploits! I, Laing Macado, as the Duke of Musillon, the successor of the will of Landurin, and the champion of the Lady of the Lake, will choose the most outstanding one according to the military exploits you report and also award the title of knight! "
"Wow!" The entire Old Guard Army exploded like a pot of boiling oil being poured with cold water. Some laughed loudly, some were uneasy, some were egging others on, some were sweating, some were silent, and some were pale.
Every Old Guard was an elite who had fought for years or even decades in blood and fire. Who did not have military exploits worth mentioning? But compared to the 30 old guards who received the title of knight, some knew that they were not as good as them.
Some people were eager to try, but no one dared to jump on the stage.
"Who? Who dares to report their military exploits? " Laing saw that no one took the initiative to stand up, so he smiled. "This is a rare opportunity. Maybe there won't be a next time!"
"If there is really no one, then I'll leave these three titles to others."
Finally, after Laing's words, an old guard below the stage had his face turned purple. He took a deep breath, made up his mind, and strode out of the crowd.
"My Duke, I'm not on the list of knighthood. I refuse to accept this!"
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