When he saw the huge tauren fall, he couldn't believe his eyes at all.
At the same time, his instinct as a noble knight awakened.
As long as you master this power, you can become a king!
Yes, for feudal lords, loyalty has never been taken for granted.
They will be loyal only if the king fulfills his obligations.
Unconditional loyalty is given by slaves to their slave masters, because the slave master's kindness allows the slaves to survive.
This was not the case with feudal lords. They provided the king with force, and the king gave them fiefs and privileges in return.
Lancelot was undoubtedly loyal in the past. He came to the battlefield for the king and tried his best to organize cowardly soldiers, cunning villagers, and treacherous vendors... and thwarted many attacks by demons.
But now, he doesn't want to be loyal.
Even the royal capital cannot resist such a powerful tauren, so they can only choose extreme means to lure them away.
He could take these soldiers back and besiege the royal capital.
Thinking of this, he had a sincere smile on his face.
"Warriors, you have saved mankind, and you are worthy of God's favor!"
"Today, we eat mutton! Real mutton!"
As he spoke, he ordered two hundred people to go to the village where Mr. Bowler died and collect sheep, chickens and ducks, as well as milk, honey and wine.
Fortunately, he was a man with a fiefdom and knew how valuable cows were. One cow was equal to the labor of six adults, so he didn't shout silly things like eating beef.
"Very good."
"Long live Your Majesty the Knight!"
The soldiers were happy.
How long has it been since you ate real meat?
It may have been a month. When I came here last month, the kind knight gave the newlyweds a meal of meat.
Now that I think about it, it was the kindness of the knight. I had to eat better when I was decapitated.
Some gentlemen don't think so. Everyone has to eat, so why waste expensive meat? Just give them some black bread. At most, no stones should be added, but sawdust should still be added.
At night, the soldiers sang and danced, ate meat, drank milk, and felt that life had never been so good.
"It would be better if there was a noble lady!" a soldier boldly shouted.
"Go to the capital! Warriors, you destroyed a demon king, you should be made a knight!" Lancelot lost no time in encouraging.
"Yes, we should be knighted!" The soldiers became excited.
Lord Knight!
In the past, when I was working hard in the fields, I couldn't even lift my head. I had to kneel in the muddy ground and kowtow directly to the master.
Anyone who dares to look directly at him will test the kindness of the knight.
Under normal circumstances, the knights would not kill the farmers who offended them, but the agricultural officers would make the farmers who did not open their eyes have to work harder in the coming year.
And now, they actually have the opportunity to become high-ranking knights!
The most important thing is that this is not an empty promise from the king.
Now that I have the power of a card player, and become a knight, I can enjoy it until my death, instead of dying on the battlefield and being reclaimed by the king.
Go to the royal capital!
Become a knight!
These two simple words easily touched the minds of the soldiers after the battle.
Lancelot is definitely a master at controlling people's hearts, otherwise he would not be able to maintain the front.
He led an army of seven thousand and several hundred cooks, dragging a huge tauren, and trekked all the way.
The tauren had been dismembered and pickled with salt. It would take hundreds of carts to carry it. Otherwise, it would be impossible to transport it on the broken dirt roads.
Relying on the body of the tauren, they were welcomed by nobles and replenished with food and grass along the way.
The gentlemen are not stupid. A team that can fight like this must be gathered together. If the next demon wave breaks out in your territory, you will have to count on them.
Many passionate young men, as well as attendants and even some fantasy noble second sons, all joined his team, as if they had their own share of military exploits and glory.
Lancelot refuses no one who comes.
He wanted to use this tauren to gain fame and the superficial support of the nobles.
He wants to turn the demonic tide into him, become the king, and create the legal basis for the Lancelot royal family.
This works very well.
Well, the king personally led 6,000 elite troops and gathered thousands of troops from nearby lords to block him at the last hurdle before entering the royal capital.
"Knight Lancelot, you have completed your mission heroically. I hereby solemnly announce the king's order and confer you the title of Baron of Kentonia." A court earl came with the king's decree, and he respectfully said
announced.
"I don't need the title of baron. What I need is to make the warriors behind me knights like me. They are all people who have received the grace of God like me!" Lancelot looked upright.
Talking.
"Yes, that's it. The knight is right!" the soldier beside him said excitedly.
"We also want to become knights!"
"This, this is impossible!" The court earl subconsciously said, are you kidding? There are thousands of people here. Even if the king and queen are sold together, there is not so much land to canonize them.
Lancelot was proposing a condition that was impossible to accept.
"Why is it impossible? Are you doubting their military exploits? Are you doubting the demon king they killed?" Lancelot pointed to the dismembered minotaur.
The court earl had seen it a long time ago, so he was very respectful.
Even a great knight cannot achieve this kind of power.
The kingdom has never killed a similar monster.
"No, I don't. I need to get the king's will." The court earl quickly explained.
"Then go quickly, my soldiers need to be rewarded and bring the best meat and wine. They are the only ones who can defeat the devil!" Lancelot never forgot to tie the soldiers to himself.
He repeatedly emphasized this point during the march.
Most soldiers accepted this.
Although they have power, they don't understand the aristocratic game. It would be easier to find someone they believe in and listen to him.
Only a few smart people try to wait for the price and sell.
Just at night, these clever people quietly left the camp and met the king's people.
The court count quickly understood the source of their power and was filled with envy.
Why do a group of poor ghosts, untouchables, dirty bugs, and loaches in the ditch have such power?
The court earl tried his best to suppress the contempt in his heart.
This is the difference between him and Lancelot.
For the sake of the goal and victory, the opponent can ignore the filthiness of these people and only value their usefulness.
The court earls could not do this and could only hypocritically say that if they surrendered to the king, all of them would be granted the title of baron.
It was just the fiefdoms of a few barons, and the king could still take them out.
Anyway, there are plenty of means, so take them back slowly.
Many barons lost their inheritance and were succeeded by the king's second son and three sons.
