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Aurora and Theresa stood above the gates of the Duke's castle and looked down at the grand scene in front of them. The crowd was surging, and the densely packed citizens were crowded together, fighting to see the grand event in front of the castle gates.
"Sigh, that brat's wings are now fully grown." Aurora had spent the past few days observing Leon's Duke's castle, his elite army, his rich treasury, and his unparalleled prestige in the kingdom. The Sanctuary Witch sighed softly. "It's impossible to control him now."
"Mother, don't think about controlling Laing all day. I think it's better this way." Teresa knew what Aurora was thinking. The sorceress had no choice but to persuade her mother, "If we need help, we can ask directly. As long as Laing can help us, he won't choose to be a bystander."
"It's not the same, my daughter." Aurora shook her head and rubbed her black slender eyebrows, "Initiative and self-awareness are two different things. What we want is an external aid, not a superior."
"Is it that important to be a superior?" Teresa teased, "Mother, haven't you been a subordinate of the chairman for decades?"
"That's why I don't want to continue being a subordinate." After Aurora heard this, she sighed and said, "Forget it. Now that things have come to this, we have to prepare for both eventualities. If we can stay in the Marvel Blue Council, then we can ask Lionheart to help us. If we can't stay in the Marvel Blue Council, then we can only bring our apprentices to you. Lionheart has promised to take us in."
"Is the situation already that difficult?" Teresa frowned.
"Give him a child soon. It'll significantly improve your status." Aurora changed the topic without leaving a trace, "If he's willing, it'll be best if the child's surname is Trovic. That's our family's surname."
"I understand, Mother."
Below the castle, François and Berchemund were also talking.
"Hmph, Laing really knows how to play tricks." François listened to Laing's description and a trace of understanding flashed through his sapphire blue eyes, "He only knows how to smuggle goods. That's not a good habit."
"Smuggle goods?" Berchemund and Bodrick were both interested.
"Laing is setting a bad example," François whispered, "He's trying to challenge the order of our kingdom again."
"Again?" Berchemund stroked his beard, "Speak more clearly, François."
"That guy, Ryan, is encouraging the serfs to take the initiative to ask for the rights they deserve from us knights and nobles." Francois' expression was not very good: "This is not a good sign."
"How! Status and glory are things we give to the serfs. If we don't give them to them, the serfs can't take them! "Duke Bastone almost jumped up when he heard this." No, no! "
"Calm down, Boch." François put his hand to his forehead and said calmly, "Laing's encouragement has a lot of restrictions."
The old father-in-law explained Laing's approach to Berchemund and Bodrick.
Laing did encourage the serfs to fight for their rights and interests from the nobles. He added three additional knight-errant titles to secretly "smuggle goods" with the purpose of awakening the serfs' consciousness and making them take the initiative to fight for their rights and interests.
However, Laing added an extremely strict restriction to this, which was the premise of taking the initiative to fight for their rights and interests must have enough military merit to convince everyone. Without military merit, no one would pay attention.
This was in line with the standards of the human kingdom and could also shut the mouths of the knights and nobles to the greatest extent.
Berchemund reluctantly accepted it and turned his gaze back to Laing.
"Tell me your name." Seeing that someone finally came out, Laing smiled and nodded in encouragement, "Then stand on the stage and tell everyone what your military merit is."
"I'm Hugo the Short!" This Old Guard was indeed not tall enough, but he naturally had a very strong aura, and there were many scars on his face. He summoned all his courage and jumped on the stage, but when it came to facing everyone, he was a little timid. His mouth was open for a long time, and his face was red. He couldn't say a word, "I … I, I …"
Laing and Suria both admired the courage of this Old Guard. The couple looked at each other, and Suria took the initiative to step forward and said very kindly, "Very well, Mr. Hugo, tell us in front of everyone, what military merit do you have? Why do you think you can get the knight-errant title?"
When Hugo saw that Duke Laing and Lady Suria were looking at him with encouragement and praise, he took a few deep breaths and calmed down. He bowed to Laing and Suria, and then said loudly, "Duke, and Lady Suria, I'm one of the bandits who surrendered to you with Sir Bertrand. Since I became your soldier, I've been fighting bravely and using my life to repay your kindness!"
"The first time I went to Chalon Forest, I killed 15 Dark Night Goblins alone. In the Battle of Lyonnesse Plains, I killed two Chaos Warriors and eight Barbarian Marauders. In the Second Battle of La Mesenelle Abbey, I killed two Ghouls and one Black Knight. In the surprise attack on the Chaos Dwarves, I killed three Chaos Dwarves and seized two muskets from the Chaos Dwarves. In the Battle of Nur, I killed two Kurgan cavalry and shot five dead. Your Excellency, Lady Suria, I swear to the Lady of the Lake that everything I said is true. With these military merits, can I get the knight-errant title?"
There was an uproar among the onlookers. Laing's eyes shone with surprise. He nodded and shouted, "I didn't expect you to have so many achievements, Mr. Hugo. I didn't notice your achievements. With such great military merits, why can't you get the knight-errant title? Armand! "
"Yes, Your Excellency!" The Knight of the Holy Grail, Armand, presented a brand new set of knight-errant attire and knight-errant badge. Laing personally took it and passed it to Hugo.
"Thank you, Your Excellency! Thank you, Your Excellency!" Tears welled up in Hugo's eyes. Today, he really understood what it meant to have good fortune fall from the sky. As Sylvia helped him put on the knight-errant badge, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard. Then, he got up and quickly returned to the formation.
Hugo had unexpectedly obtained the knight-errant title, which gave the whole troop of Old Guard great courage. These soldiers began to understand that there were some things that they had to fight for themselves. Before Laing could ask, another old guard jumped onto the platform and said, "Your Excellency, Lady Suria, I also want the knight-errant title!"
"Why do you want it?" Laing nodded calmly.
"In the battle of the Lyonnasai Plains, I killed five barbarian raiders and severely injured two Chaos Warriors. In the second battle of La Messenelle Abbey, I used a grenade to kill a Chaos Troll and destroyed two carriages. In the surprise attack on the Chaos Dwarves, I destroyed a Chaos Inferno Cannon. In the battle of Nur, I shot and killed three Kurgan Horsemen!" The old guard was eager to report his achievements. After he finished, he realized that he didn't say his name. He quickly added, "I'm Gross, from Devon Town."
Before Gross could finish, another old guard jumped onto the platform and said, "I'm Udino, from the Principality of Karkarson. I was the first to participate in the battle of the Arden Forest with you. I killed two centaurs and severely injured a minotaur. In the battle of the Lyonnasai Plains, I killed five Chaos Hounds, killed a Barbarian Champion, and severely injured another. In the battle of Nur, I killed a Chaos Giant alone. Why can't I get the knight-errant title?"
Another old guard jumped onto the platform and said, "I'm Ney, from Vanford. I also want the knight-errant title!"
The scene was a little chaotic. Everyone was waiting for a good show. Before Laing could say anything, a burly man from the Old Guard descended from the sky and landed on the platform. "Hey, you little brothers, get out of my way. I didn't get the knight-errant title. Do you think you can get it? My name is Walloon, and I come from Redfish Village. Master Anglo gave me this name. During the second Battle of Ra-Mesenel, I single-handedly killed five tomb evil spirits and two bloodthirsty heavenly ghosts. During the ambush of Waldbach, I single-handedly killed three rotten knights. During the surprise attack on the Chaos Dwarves, I single-handedly killed five Chaos Dwarf Warriors. During the Battle of Nurr, I single-handedly killed a Chaos Champion and a Warrior of Nurr! "
The scene was very chaotic. For the two titles, the four of them looked like they were going to fight.
"Stop!" Laing shouted. The Duke shouted to the old guards, "Anyone else who wants the knight-errant title, come up!"
Three more old guards stepped onto the platform.
Laing nodded gently and said to the crowd, "You are all famous warriors and heroes with many achievements. But there are only two knight-errant titles left. Let's invite a fair judge. Mr. Berchemund, please."
"Hmph!" The Red Dragon Duke stood up and took his Sword in the Stone and shield from his attendants. He stood proudly on the platform and said, "Come up one by one. Whoever can take three hits from me will get the knight-errant title!"
Was this a duel of honor?
There were cheers from below the stage. The onlookers had a good show to watch.
Gross, who was the first to step up, changed his equipment. He took a deep breath and rushed toward Berchemund.
Berchemund sneered. How could a bumpkin get the knight-errant title so easily?
The Red Dragon Duke's steps were magical. When Gross got close, he easily turned around and faced Gross' attack. He used his shield to block Gross' scimitar and then used the shield to deflect the blade, causing Gross to lose his balance. The Sword in the Stone in his other hand quickly landed on Gross' head and knocked him lightly.
Gross knew that he had lost. His face was red and he tactfully walked down the platform.
Next was Udino. The Old Guard, holding his greatsword with both hands, challenged Berchemund. The Red Dragon Duke nodded and jumped in front of Udino. He swung his Sword in the Stone heavily. Udino wanted to block with his greatsword, but he quickly changed his mind and rolled to avoid the blade. As soon as he stood up, Berchemund's attack came. Udino barely managed to block with his greatsword, but the huge force of the sword sent him flying and he fell to the ground.
Berchemund didn't show any mercy. He immediately strode over. Udino immediately pulled out his scimitar to block, but the Old Guard was sent flying again and fell off the platform. His hands were numb and his mind was in a mess. Just as he was about to give up, Berchemund stopped. "Three moves. Congratulations, soldier."
Thunderous applause and cheers came from the entire venue. Laing smiled and awarded the 31st knight-errant title to Udino. The Old Guard was dizzy and his hands were weak. He smiled and was supported by two of his colleagues off the platform.
Four people in a row were defeated by Berchemund in one move.
Next, it was Walloon's turn. The burly Old Guard took out his pair of battle axes and took a deep breath of the cold air. He held the axes tightly with both hands and recalled Master Anglo's instructions. When Berchemund signaled that he was ready, Walloon didn't even wait for Berchemund to attack. He roared and the platform trembled. Then he launched his attack.
"Jump Slash!" Walloon's body turned into a white arc and fell from the sky.
Berchemund saw that the old guard had taken the initiative to attack and sneered. He raised his shield and blocked Walloon's attack. Just as he was about to counterattack, Walloon's second move came. "Whirlwind Slash!"
The whirlwind formed by the double axes rushed towards Berchemund. The Red Dragon Duke had to raise his shield to block.
Walloon spun five or six times in a row but still couldn't break through Berchemund's defense. He was anxious and his hand movements immediately slowed down. Berchemund saw this opportunity. The Sword in the Stone bypassed the spinning axes and attacked Walloon from above. Walloon was forced to stop spinning. He stopped and was about to release his trump card when the flaming Sword in the Stone was placed on his neck.
"Although it's only two moves, you can make me take the initiative to defend. Not bad, soldier. Congratulations." Berchemund nodded majestically. "From today onwards, you are a knight."
Tens of thousands of citizens cheered and applauded in unison.
The award ceremony came to an end.
The influence of this award ceremony was so far-reaching that decades later, the people of Brittany were still discussing the influence of the Old Guard.
But that was a story for later.
At the same time, in the subspace, the Realm of Chaos, the Crystal Maze, and Tzeentch's domain.
The Lord of Change, the Messenger of Hope, the Weaver of Fate, the Deceitful Counselor, the Supreme Eagle, the Lord of Cunning, the Lord of Pristine Treasures, and the Eagle God were sitting on their thrones. Their skin was covered with constantly changing faces. These faces looked askance and mocked those who dared to look at them.
The Evil God was madly absorbing energy from the mortal world. He opened his mouth and laughed crazily. "Change is a good thing."
Laing's reform allowed Tzeentch to absorb a large amount of emotional energy from the mortal world. He could feel that the flames of hope and the desire to become a knight from the serfs were constantly flowing into the subspace and became his food.
This made him look at the mortal world. Before, Brittany had been established for thousands of years. The rotten and rigid rules and laws had been pleasing Nurgle, allowing Nurgle to obtain a large amount of energy. Now, Laing's reform had become pleasing to Tzeentch. Tzeentch could feel that his previous losses had been completely recovered.
"Let me add something to this foolish mortal's self-righteous reform!"
"Hehehe."
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