Old Benson had brown curly hair, blue eyes shining, slightly wrinkled on his forehead, and a shrewd look on his face.

He was originally just a tenant farmer in a knight's manor, but he liked to think since he was a child. This desire for a strange world caused him to not peek at the housekeeper's daughter in the bath like other kids when he was a child, but spent his time on studying.

By the time he was eighteen years old, he could read a text message in full, which was really something to be proud of.

Old Benson's parents thought he would become a servant or clerk of the Knights, but from then on, a decent person appeared in the family, but unexpectedly, on his 18th birthday, Old Benson directly found the Knight and mortgaged himself in exchange for the mining rights of a small mountain forest to the east.

"I only need one year to repay the debts of twenty Jindelong of my lord, otherwise I will be branded as a slave!"

He said so at that time that everyone thought Benson was crazy.

But later facts proved that they were all wrong!

Lao Benson, who was desperate, began to cut down the logs in the forest, and hired carpenters to make various exquisite furniture, which were sold in Kaiyan City.

This brought him two hundred silver tarlers to his income, and immediately, he used the money to hire a team of miners to start exploring the forest, and finally he obtained a small iron ore.

A year later, he handed over a hundred Jin Delong to the hands of Lord Knight and obtained the subsequent mining rights for the minerals.

With this first pot of gold and subsequent donations, Lao Benson got rid of poverty and tenant farmer at an astonishing speed, became a free man, and married the daughter of the old housekeeper and opened a small business.

Now, the ‘Benson’s Black Rose’ grocery store is not only famous in Kaiyan City, but also expands the business road all the way to the Howling Castle, the center of this Fengying Plain!

This is also the thing that Old Benson is most proud of so far in his life.

"Let the guys get faster, we're going to the Whirling Castle before sunset!"

He looked at the slow convoy, frowned slightly, and shouted: "In the hotel, there are hot broth, big chunks of oat bread, and soft women...or do you want to sleep in the wilderness for another night?"

The power of food and women is endless, and the speed of the convoy's advance suddenly accelerated.

When Old Benson saw this scene, he sighed helplessly.

In fact, the security near the Whirling Castle is quite good. Due to the powerful force of the Count of Blue Mountain and the fact that the regional center has caused the former city guards to frequently dispatch to sweep away the robbers and large groups of beasts on the plains.

The Earl of Blue Mountain at that time could proudly announce that every inch of land under his control was very safe.

But now, things have changed!

The defeat of the war not only caused the Earl of Blue Mountain to lose a daughter and a large amount of ransom, but also hundreds of young guys.

The main force of the city guard was short of strength, and Viscount Garcia's sudden emergence caused the Howling Castle at this time to be at the trough of its historical strength.

On the plains now, you should not only be careful of the scattered beasts wandering, but also be careful of the elusive horse bandits!

Old Benson thought so, and then estimated the combat power of his small team. He shook his head sadly, knowing that he had no ability to resist risks alone.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but look at the end of the convoy.

There, a young man with brown hair and pretty handsome hair was riding a dark horse, looking around curiously.

The other party was the free man he met halfway through, claiming to be William, from Nia Town.

After receiving three Yintale and verifying the other party's identity, Old Benson happily agreed to the other party's request.

It turns out that his decision was not wrong.

This William was clean and had no trace of mud legs. He was quite similar to those noble masters, and he also had a very skilled swordsmanship.

One night, Old Benson saw the other party holding the long sword in his hand, spinning under the moonlight like a dancer with profound skills, taking away the lives of one wolf after another.

With that one move, he saved at least the value of ten Jin Delongs in Old Benson's pocket.

So he immediately returned the other party's car deposit, and he also tried diligently to please William and talked to him.

Then Old Benson was surprised to find that although William was very strong, he seemed to have never walked out of the Fengying Plain and was full of curiosity about everything outside.

Unfortunately, his knowledge was not much higher than William. When the last trace of inventory in his head was also exhausted, the other party returned to his lazy attitude and continued to follow the carriage.

The convoy advanced slowly, and at dusk, he finally arrived at Whirling City.

Under the afterglow of the sunset, the city walls as high as thirty feet tall stand majestic, presenting a dark blue color, with moss covered with gaps and darkness, carrying a illusion of vicissitudes of history.

"His Excellency Benson, let's break up here!"

While the convoy was waiting for inspection to enter the city, Wu Minglai said goodbye to Old Benson.

"Oh, that's a pity..."

Old Benson spread his hands: "William, do you have any plans next?"

"Living in the Whirling Castle for a while, and... there is that martial arts competition! I want to try my luck!"

Wu Ming told the truth that since he heard about this, he has made plans in this regard.

"With your martial arts, even if you can't win the championship, you will definitely be attracted by those knights and nobles..." Old Benson said: "Maybe they will accept you as your attendant!"

"Maybe...Thank you again, goodbye!"

Wu Ming waved his hand and turned around and left, but there was a smile on his lips.

If he just wanted to become a knight entourage, why would he have to come here?

...

In the Whirling City, there were crowds of people, and there were obviously more mercenaries, adventurers, or wandering Free Knights. The atmosphere was a bit noisy, especially in taverns and hotels. Loud noise and fighting became the mainstream, making Wu Ming know that what Lao Benson said was true.

"Agricultural production was extremely important in ancient times. Before spring plowing began, there were similar celebrations..."

"In the Whirling Castle, the retention program is a martial arts competition held by the Earl of Blue Mountain! In the past, limited identities were only used to represent warriors and knights of various nobles. The final champion will receive honors and bonuses... And this time there will be changes, the standards will be relaxed, the rewards will be heavier, and there are even rumors that the winner will be promoted unimaginably, so it attracted a group of speculators..."

Wu Ming understood the way of Count Lanshan very well.

The war had failed before and the generals were damaged. At this time, we needed to supplement our force.

This martial arts competition is like a selection competition, and a large number of excellent knight seedlings and warrior candidates will inevitably emerge.

If he doesn't absorb these, how can he recruit soldiers and fight against the pressure of Viscount Garcia?

Wu Ming immediately smelled the breath of opportunity.

Of course, he was not the only one who saw this opportunity. The mercenaries and adventurers who flocked in almost squeezed out the Whirling City.

Wu Ming finally had to pay a high price of Yintale a day before finally renting a room in a remote hotel.

He used dinner in the hotel lobby, with onion soup and a few pieces of bread. The owner of this hotel was obviously not as skilled as Aunt Luo Ya, which disappointed Wu Ming slightly.

In the hall, there was a scent of poor alcohol, and in the corner there was another bard singing aloud to the beautiful fairy tales and poems.

Of course, there are even more drunks and wanderings.

The atmosphere is noisy and disagreeable, and it is normal to start a fight directly. However, the perpetrator must compensate the tables and chairs, otherwise the hotel owner will throw it on the street without hesitation and find a sheriff.

Those who violate the rules of the Whirling City will have the best outcome of being expelled, and of course there are measures such as whipping and hard labor waiting to be implemented.

"There is still some time before the competition..."

Wu Ming drank the broth one by one, thinking silently: "You can make full use of this period... the church and books!"

These two things are luxurious in Nia Town.

Even though there are some illiterate people in the knight class, as far as Wu Ming knows, perhaps only Baron Terry has a small study in the entire town of Nya, it is obvious that he will not be open to Wu Ming.

There are naturally no public libraries or the like in Wusha City, but there are many scholars living here. Wu Ming plans to visit them one by one, hoping that Jin Delong can open their door.

As for the church, let alone.

In the novels of previous lives, even in history, the medieval churches, which one is not a powerful existence?

Wu Ming was also full of curiosity about the operation of the church in this world.

"Gavry! Do you, a fat pig, dream about coming to the competition?"

Amid the laughter, the two mercenaries blushed and began the most common fighting performance. The drinkers around them gave up a clearing and raised their glasses and started cheering loudly.

Finally, the fat mercenary was punched with a fierce punch and lay on the ground like a dead dog.

The winning mercenary unceremoniously stripped off his leather armor and took his purse.

And at this moment, Wu Ming's palm went down everything like lightning.

Click!

The sound of bone cracks sounded, and beside him, a man with triangular eyes quickly retracted his right hand as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake, with a resentful look in his eyes.

"Three hands?"

Wu Ming said coldly: "Don't let me see you again, otherwise you will have to cut off one of your fingers according to the common law!"

puff!

While speaking, he picked up the bread-cut knife and stabbed it into the Nanmu table.

The knife was sank into the handle, and this terrible power immediately turned the resentment in the eyes of the three hands into horror: "Please forgive me, sir! I promise that such things will not happen again!"
Chapter completed!