Proof of the Sun King

"At that time, the warriors of the barbarians raised their shields and spears. The battle was really scary, but I was not timid. I followed behind a white wolf knight and rushed into the barbarian army with them. , my beloved horse knocked a barbarian offal..."

"Stop, stop, stop, this... Mr. Ike? Please allow me to correct your little mistake, that is, the White Wolf Knights did not participate in the Wenler offensive and defensive battle at that time. The White Wolf Knights at that time Resting in Winter City, the cavalry of the White Bear mercenary group who participated in the attack and defense of Wenler were the cavalry of the White Bear mercenary group, and they had never charged." Teresa rudely interrupted the broken thoughts of the Ike knight.

"Oh! No wonder I thought at the time that the white wolf on the flag is so fat~" The handsome guy immediately corrected.

"The White Bear Mercenary Corps just acts as logistical protection, together with Wenler's spear." The sorceress stretched out her small hand and baked the fire, the heat from above made her feel very comfortable.

Well, it would be better if that man could chat with her by her side at this time.

"Ah, that's right! I said that the brothers in the Long Spear Company are really good, and they are very friendly to me. They even brought out marinated venison for me to eat..."

"The Wenler Spear Company is a group of merchants' children and craftsmen. Their combat effectiveness is notoriously poor, and they are stingy. They like to blackmail the villagers on the marching route..." The sorceress corrected again, her beautiful face was full of have no choice.

"But there are always a few good people among them, aren't they? After that..."

"Teresa, are you feeling any better?" A gentle voice interrupted Ike's chatter, and Ryan came back after not knowing where to go: "What can I do for you?"

"Can you pour me a glass of juice, Ryan?" The sorceress showed a bright smile at the visitor, like a bright red rose blooming in Aoxue, and then she smiled at Ike: "Mr. Ike , let me excuse me, my male companion is here."

"Oh! Oh! Okay, I'm sorry to disturb you." Ike's eyes greedily swept across the White Wolf Knight badge on Ryan's chest, and then he counseled his shoulders: "Please, Mr. White Wolf Knight."

After speaking, Ike turned to another table and continued to brag about his story, but this time the content was changed to how he skillfully coordinated the White Bear Mercenary Regiment and the Wenler Spear Company in the Wenler offensive and defensive battle. relationship, reconcile their contradictions, and turn the tide with one's own power, successfully guarding the story of the baggage.

"Your admirer?" Ryan offered him a glass of juice.

"No, it's just wandering knights." The sorceress took the juice and said with a smile: "There are too many people like this. You must have seen these wandering knights a lot, right?"

"Wait a minute, I forgot one thing when I came back." Ryan took out a blanket made of a whole white wolf skin from the space ring and handed it to Teresa. The sorceress felt warm in her heart. He took the blanket and put it on his lap: "This is yours?"

"Yes, you know, I am a white wolf knight, and occasionally I have to show respect to the master of the white wolf." Ryan nodded, and he sat down beside the sorceress.

Teresa also knew about this. Uric, the white wolf **** of war, is a **** who advocates force and competition. This **** pays attention to eliminating the weak and respecting the strong. An important way to please the white wolf **** of war is the "white wolf trial". , the tester entered the snow field alone, hunted a white wolf with bare hands and went to the temple of the white wolf to sacrifice. The stronger the white wolf hunted, the happier the white wolf **** of war.

It's just that the trial has a high mortality rate, and many outstanding young people have never returned, which led the nobles to not recommend their children to participate in this trial.

Wrapping her legs with a blanket, leaving only the toes of her white high-heeled shoes outside, the sorceress felt in a trance returning to her living room in the Skydome Castle. She suddenly felt that this kind of banquet was not as bad as she had imagined, so Take the initiative to talk to a man: "Another wandering knight, there are quite a few people like this recently."

"One radish and one pit, isn't it?" Ryan chuckled.

As I said before, the one who has a fief and a title is the knight of the kingdom.

The one without title and title is the Ranger Knight.

And those who have no lands and no titles are the wandering knights.

Compared with kingdom knights with fixed income, although ranger knights do not have a fixed income, as a titled knight, their activities in their own territory will be recognized. Ranger knights have no fixed income such as fief income or salary. However, they still have position income or military salaries, and when the country needs them, they must also respond to the call of the nobles who give them titles.

The wandering knight is the worst existence.

In fact, wandering knights are not knights at all. They come from many sources, including bankrupt knights with poor management, ex-aristocratic children who have been deprived of their titles, illegitimate children of nobles without inheritance rights, and wealthy adventurers or soldiers. The way it looks now.

Their common feature is that they have neither titles nor fiefs. They are even inferior to some officers, because they have no positions or military salaries, and they only have a set of basic equipment and war horses.

The activities of these wandering knights are just like their names, they are constantly wandering. Every time they go to a place, they will try their best to sell themselves, try their best to win a position, or get the canonization of other nobles and become a ranger knight. If If they can't do it, they will give priority to completing the commission of the lord or the church, earn a commission that is enough to live on and maintain and equip the warhorse, and then go to the next place and continue to wander until one day a noble is willing to canonize him, or they are old. Then choose to settle down.

There was once a very famous figure among the wandering knights, that is "Rose Knight" Taylor, the knight was the illegitimate son of a duke of the empire, and his mother was a lowly washerwoman, after the argument between the duke and the duchess , The Taylor was ordered not to inherit any property of the duke. When he became an adult, the duke threw him a sword and brought a horse: "Taylor, you are not the medal on my clothes, there is no need to stay at home, go out Wander."

After speaking, the poor illegitimate child was swept out of the house, and this was the beginning of the legend of "Rose Knight" Tylerford.

"Mr. Ike has thick calluses on his index and middle fingers. It can be seen that he should be a good swordsman." Ryan watched the wandering knight constantly bragging about himself to the unknown soldiers. All kinds of credits, and said maliciously to the sorceress: "I dare say, he must have seen your dress before coming up to get close, if you can have a good relationship with a lady, your future adventures will definitely be Lots of help."

"Tsk tsk tsk, Ryan, don't tell me, you are also infected with the vicious habit of those wandering knights?!" The sorceress seemed to suddenly think of something, and a dangerous aura appeared in her silver eyes.

"Hahahahaha!" Ryan burst out laughing so hard that his tears were about to come out.

Yes, the wandering knights are actually a group of restless guys, they soon found a "shortcut" to get rich and make a fortune.

That is to be a little white face for those lonely lords and wives.

"So, I'm actually annoyed by these guys, you know? I often hear the complaints of my colleagues in the White Wolf Knights in private. They always suspect that their wives have something to do with the wandering knights in the territory." Lane complained casually. Said: "Does it matter that they don't count B in their hearts?"

"Hehehe~ Maybe they just don't want to admit it~" Teresa pursed her lips and snickered, looking at the man beside her, her eyes flashed with brilliance: "You really don't? Also... I heard that you and His Majesty's granddaughter Caroline once had a..."

"Nonsense! I even only met Princess Caroline once." Ryan seemed unwilling to continue on this topic: "Can you tell me about the progress on your side in Jialan? The excavation of the ruins has What breakthrough?"

"No, since Rohart died inside, Aunt Martha said to stop exploring the depths for now." The sorceress shook her head, and she held up a bowl of corn and ham soup. Taste carefully with the silver spoon you brought.

"The 'tough bandit' Rohat is also dead? Oh my god, this is the third legendary powerhouse you killed in Garland." Ryan complained, of course he knew what the Garland Council was doing.

"Stop talking about this." The sorceress seemed to think of something: "Can you tell me about Belt? How could a master witcher end up in Chaos' embrace?"

"Belt? Indeed, Belt's life is generally divided into two stages." Ryan sighed: "Before he was 36 years old, he was an excellent witcher, cleaning up corruption, destroying evil, and using himself His machetes and fire guns purify those unclean things, and he is also a respected master of demon hunters."

"36 years old? What happened that year?" The sorceress liked this kind of environment very much. It was like talking around the fire at night, and the surrounding noise seemed to be less uncomfortable.

"A plague took away his family, his wife, his daughter, and after that, Belt became gloomy, did not like to talk, didn't like to communicate with people, he locked himself in the house all day, and waited until British After Archbishop Northen noticed something was wrong, it was too late." Ryan shook his head: "Tonight is a banquet, I don't want to talk about these things, if you want to listen, we can find a time to talk about it later."

"Ms. Mercy bestowed us thin priests and fat doctors, cheers~ Ryan." The sorceress picked up the juice.

"Cheers!" Ryan couldn't help but smile when he heard this saying.

This proverb implies that fat priests don't give much money to poor people, and that skinny doctors' treatments are not very effective.

The medical level of this world is not very good. Since there are elves' medical books for reference, it is stronger than the dark Middle Ages on the earth, but it is also quite limited. If it is not for his own psychic power to purify germs, Ryan thought that he had it all. May be plagued by disease.

The chat between the two was very pleasant. The man's humorous words made the woman cover her mouth and snicker. The sorceress's beautiful face was flushed red by the fireplace. From time to time, she turned her head to look at Ryan's handsome face, thinking to herself that she was today. Dressing up carefully still makes sense.

Time slipped away quietly, and someone came to disturb them: "Mr. Ryan?"

The person here was Oliver. The imperial businessman finally found the opportunity to talk to Villard. Unfortunately, Villard refused to send troops to **** them. However, the Lord was relieved on some matters, and Oliver had something to say. After harvesting, I hurried to find Ryan.

But he just opened his mouth, and immediately felt the extremely unkind gaze from Teresa. The sorceress's gaze was like a needle prick, and the imperial merchant's head suddenly felt a pain like a needle stick.

This is not a hallucination, but a real feeling of pain, because even Ryan can feel the magic power of the sorceress.

It seems that her body has recovered a lot.

Seeing the unhappy look on Teresa's face, Ryan reached out and patted the back of the woman's hand wearing a long white lace glove: "Teresa, it's important."

"So we didn't do anything serious before?" Who knew that the woman turned her head unhappily, her silver eyes fixed on him through the black-rimmed glasses with butterfly patterns, and the purple eyeshadow shone slightly.

"When the discussion is over, we will have time to have a good chat, right?" The man knew that he couldn't get angry with her at this time, so he whispered in her ear: "Of course I would like to spend more time with the beautiful you~www. wuxiamtl.com~ Then let's go together." Teresa nodded, the enormous mental pressure lingering in the minds of the imperial merchants slowly faded away, Oliver's forehead was sweaty, and for the first time he felt that walking with the caster was not so good.

Any of her anger may directly destroy the fragile life of the merchant.

Due to the influence of magic all the year round, spellcasters will have some changes in their characters. Ice-type warlocks like Teresa are still good, but they have a colder personality and don’t like to talk to unfamiliar people. Oliver had learned that the fire wizard in Marienburg was extremely fiery, and it was possible that any rhetoric that did not suit his liking would immediately explode.

The same goes for other spellcasters. For example, the casters of the earth system are stubborn, and the wizards of the transformation system are good at dealing with each other. These are gossip among businessmen. Some people even compiled a manual "How to get along with spellcasters" specially for this purpose. Popular among adventurers and merchants.

When Ryan and Teresa followed Oliver to the round table they were discussing, all the men at the round table were amazed by the sorceress's beautiful appearance and luxurious dress, and then everyone felt their heads were pierced by needles. Wake up quickly.

"Welcome, Mr. Ryan, Ms. Teresa." A short middle-aged man who looked around forty said in a hoarse voice at the round table. He didn't wash it, and the tattered cloak wrapped around his thin body, which looked very ill-fitting. This man looked no different from a farmer by the roadside, and he belonged to such a look that would be forgotten at first glance.

A very dangerous man, if Ryan is not mistaken, this man should be the head of the Grey Blade Mercenary Group, Birger.

interesting.