Poor Link didn't know how much his father had done in order to realize his knight's dream, so when he was running to the place where he signed up as a knight's apprentice, he was stopped in the middle of the road by a speeding man.
The luxurious carriage was startling.
"Young Master Link", the castle master's family, who was even more impressive than the castle master now, "rolled" out of the carriage and bowed with difficulty to Link, causing the fat all over his body to tremble.
: "I am here to send you to be selected as a knight's apprentice on the order of Lord Victoria."
"Oh?" Link took a step back, his eyes turned to the smiling meatball in front of him, he returned the greeting respectfully, and asked with an innocent smile: "This uncle
, who is Lord Victoria? Are you really not mistaken about the person? Is such a beautiful carriage for me to ride in? "
He was very interested in this luxurious carriage, especially the two snow-white horses, but he was still wary of this unknown person.
As my little daddy taught me, never believe the bargain that comes to your doorstep.
Well, losing vigilance to unknown people is not what a knight should do.
"Uh, um..." the fat butler hesitated for a moment, then said vaguely: "My lord... probably... seems... to be your father's friend. Young Master, it's better not to ask so many questions and just follow me."
Bar!"
You can't really blame the fat butler for giving such a vague answer. After all, he usually stays in the inner courtyard and follows the castle master to handle affairs. He doesn't know what the relationship between Link and the castle master is. But this time Victoria explained
When he came out to do things, he seemed to be in a hurry and didn't say much to him at all, so he was a little unsure whether he should reveal his identity as the castle owner.
People in their position are always very cautious, especially in his opinion, the person standing in front of him is just a child, and there is no need to explain too much to him.
As his master's status has increased over the years, he has long been accustomed to the feeling of giving orders. His current attitude was based on his understanding of the unusual identity of the child in front of him from Viado's explanation just now.
In his opinion, it was already too polite,
But in Link's eyes, he was a little more certain about the identity of the fat uncle in front of him.
After all, this fat uncle didn't even know the identity of his eldest father before he came here to deceive others. How could a blacksmith have such a rich friend?
This fat uncle was so unprofessional when it came to being a liar. The first lie he told was so wrong. At this level, even Barr wouldn't be able to compare with him.
I must have been better than him when I was seven or eight years old, but it was a pity that he grew up to be so honest. Link looked at the fat butler with a little regret, his eyes rolling.
But what does this guy want to do?
You knew you were going to sign up for a knight's apprenticeship today, so you focused on the registration fee of one hundred silver coins in your pocket?
Or maybe he is the kind of "flower-shooter" that the little dad said, who specializes in abducting half-grown children to be slaves. Seeing that he looks handsome, he wants to abduct himself?
The poor fat butler didn't know that in Link's mind, he had already been given various definitions of himself as a big liar, a shameless human trafficker, etc. He looked at Link and stood there blankly, took a step forward, and said a little impatiently,
: "Little guy, it seems we should leave right away, otherwise it will be too late to sign up!"
Those who work in their profession have very poisonous eyes. In just a short while, from Link's clothing and movements, it can be seen that the boy in front of him is unlikely to be a nobleman, so the title in his mouth also comes from
"Little Master" became "Little Guy".
After all, although they must faithfully carry out what their master told them whether they understand it or not, if they want him to show any amount of respect to such a half-year-old child, then no wonder the housekeeper cannot do it.
It's time to take action!
Link looked at the fat man in front of him who changed his face at every turn, touched the knife hidden in his arms, but turned around and saw the round-chested charioteer standing on the carriage, shook his head, and cursed secretly.
.
What a pity, why is this not in the foggy night forest?
Otherwise, not to mention this fat uncle and that guy, a dozen more people would not be enough to take care of themselves.
Now this road is so straight and wide, leaving no place for me to hide, and it's just that it's straight and wide. What kind of military zone is this? Businesses are not allowed to come and go, and not even a single person can be seen along the way.
He assessed the possibility of turning around and running, and finally gave up.
After all, even if I could run away now, I'm afraid it would be too late to sign up.
It seems that you can only rely on yourself!
A wise knight does not suffer immediate losses.
"Okay, okay," Link put an innocent smile on his face again: "But I don't want to sit in the carriage, I want to sit in the front with this big brother, I want to be a knight, before
I haven’t even touched a horse yet!”
"Whatever you want." The fat butler obviously disdained this little kid who had never seen the world: "But it's better to leave quickly, otherwise it will be too late."
"Oh!" Link responded and jumped onto the carriage seat, but did not sit down. Instead, he climbed directly along the shaft of the carriage and onto the horse's back on the left.
"What are you doing?" the charioteer yelled, and the fat butler also froze there, looking at Link in surprise with his small eyes open.
"Uncle", Link's innocent smile on his face once again broke down the alertness of the two people. He touched the leather rope connecting the shaft of the carriage and the horse's back: "Why is there only such a rope pulling such a heavy carriage? If it breaks,
What should I do? It’s not safe!”
The fat butler breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily: "That's a leather cord mixed with the hair of the Magic Card Beast. It won't break. Come down quickly and stop messing around."
"Really?" Link smiled evilly, took out the knife from his pocket, quickly slashed at the leather rope, and shouted: "I'll give it a try!"
"No!" The fat butler and the charioteer realized that something was wrong. They both rushed forward to stop it, but they were too late. Under Link's knife, the so-called leather rope mixed with the Magic Card Beast looked like
The piece of tissue paper broke easily with his hands. Link held up the reins with one hand, and the horse neighed and rushed straight out.
In that little time, Link didn't forget to poke the other horse's butt with a knife, causing the horse to jump and jump, taking the carriage that had lost its balance, and there was a lot of drama.
Damn, when Link turned around, he saw that fat old man almost getting kicked in the butt by the crazy horse.
"Hahaha", Link listened to the yelling and cursing behind him, turned around and made a face at them.
What kind of leather rope was mixed with the hair of the Magic Card Beast? The knife in his hand was made by Big Daddy himself.
Link Knight can defeat all evil!
Although this was his first time riding a real horse, in the foggy night forest, under the instigation of his little dad, an accomplice, he had already ravaged countless similar creatures, and now he was riding a horse, and there were actually some
It's so impressive that Link feels like he's become a knight!
"For the glory of the empire, go for it!" Link patted his horse and headed towards the registration area for knight apprentices, leaving the fat butler and the others far behind.
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"Isn't it?!" Link jumped off his horse, shook his head, and looked straight: "There are so many rich people?! Is it easy to make a hundred silver coins?"
In front of a row of tables lined up in front of the registration office, there were at least hundreds of people queuing in front of each table, people sitting next to each other, almost filling the entire street with people.
In addition, there is a group of people taking turns testing various things on the playground. There are also some brightly dressed people standing aside with their hands crossed, gesticulating at the people in the field. If it weren't for a bunch of knights with bright armor standing in a queue,
On one side, it looks like a large commercial market.
Two soldiers standing outside walked over to Link. They frowned when they saw Link's attire, but as soon as their eyes touched the horse and the marks on the horse's legs, they immediately frowned.
With a smile on his face, he nodded to Link and said, "Young Master, you are..."
Although Link looked at them with a strange expression, he nodded quickly and said, "I'm here to sign up to be a knight's apprentice!"
"Is that so?" Although the two soldiers felt that Link's clothes were a bit strange, the horse was a genuine item that everyone knew belonged to the deputy commander. How could they dare to show the slightest sign of treating Link indifferently?
, nodded quickly and said: "Young Master, please come with me."
Link nodded, followed the two soldiers in a daze, bypassed the long queue waiting for registration, walked directly behind the table, led his soldiers to say a few words to the registration officer, and then came to Link
He took the money and handed it to the registration officer, took a form directly, asked Link to fill in his name, and took him to the other side.
"No need to queue? No need to test?" Link then realized that the entire registration was completed, and he couldn't recover for a while: "That's enough?!"
"That's it, young master, what is your identity?" The soldier leading him, still accompanying Link, smiled carefully: "Even those merchants who pay more than 10,000 gold coins in taxes every year
My disciples don’t need to take the test, let alone you, the young master!”
Link followed his gaze and realized that those colorfully dressed and standing aside were the children of big businessmen.
A tax of 10,000 gold coins a year is such a huge amount of money. If you pile it up, you could bury yourself!
But how could I be treated like this?!
Link scratched his head.
The soldier next to him looked at his expression and asked boldly and tentatively: "Young Master, I didn't know that Master Viado was yours..."
"Oh", Link was stunned for a moment, then remembered that he had just heard this name, and replied smoothly: "He... he seems to be a friend of my father."
The two soldiers next to him were startled.
This young master did not use the honorific title when referring to Lady Victoria, but directly used "he"!
In other words, the identity of this young master’s father is probably higher than Lord Viado!
Could this be the son of a high-ranking official from some province or even the empire?
For a moment, in the eyes of the two soldiers, even Link's shabby clothes showed the taste of ordinary nobles. On the contrary, the brightly dressed businessmen next to them looked like nouveau riche, from head to toe.
Out of vulgarity!
Link looked at the appearance of those two soldiers, and thought of the fat uncle who just blocked the road.
It seems that after a while, the things here are finished, and we have to go back to find this fat uncle quickly.
It seems that I really blamed him wrongly!
but……
Link stuck out his tongue.
There were countless people who had been teased by him since they were young. Although he felt bad about having such a fat uncle, and thought about apologizing later, he didn't take it as a big deal.
Accompanied by the two soldiers, he looked more closely at the brightly armored knights standing aside.
This is the first time he has observed a real knight so close!
And these knights are probably the knight mentors who will lead these apprentices on site in the future!
So cool!
When will I be able to wear such impressive armor?!
"Why don't you let me sign up?!" A loud voice broke Link's fantasy.
Everyone turned their attention to the front of the registration table, where a tall young man was shouting at a somewhat bald registration officer: "All my test scores are excellent, why don't you let me register?!"
The bald registration officer looked a bit old. He frowned when the young man called him, but he still said with a smile on his face: "Son, the profession of knight is not suitable for you. You should do something else useful."
Let’s do it!”
"Why?!" The young man was a little uncomfortable with so many people looking at him at the same time. His face turned red, but he still said loudly: "I obviously passed all the tests. You see, the strength test,
In the speed test, I got excellent scores, and..."
"No, no, you are mistaken, child." The bald registration officer looked at the young man with some pity: "The gods have given long-term peace to this continent. Now the people on the continent only need to rely on the feet of the gods.
There will no longer be wars, so what knights need now is not the skills to kill, but the elegant temperament and good conversation that can represent the glory of the empire, but do you have these?"
"But...but..." The young man's lips moved and his head lowered slightly, but he still wanted to argue unwillingly.
The bald registration officer seemed to have the potential to be a magician. He stood up, pointed at the well-dressed young people in a very pitiful tone and said: "Kid, look, the parents of these young people are all
Big merchants who make great contributions to the empire every year contribute tens of thousands of gold coins in taxes to the empire every year, and they have received a noble education since childhood and cultivated an elegant demeanor, so it is natural for them to enter the preparatory
Join the ranks of knights and become the knights who will show the glory of the empire in the future, but what about you? My child, what contribution has your father made to the empire? What kind of education have you received?!"
"But... but knights are not supposed to face everyone who is willing to devote themselves to justice..." The young man's voice became quieter, but he was still arguing.
"Really?" The bald registration officer was also a little angry. He turned to the knights standing over and said, "Go and ask the knights of the empire yourself. Is it possible for a gardener's son to become a knight?
Is there any knight mentor willing to bring up a gardener’s son? Don’t forget, your father is just a gardener!”
"Gardener, hahaha!"
"The gardener's son also wants to be a knight, hahaha!"
"Gardener... hahaha... gardener..."
The children of the merchants and the knights nearby all burst into laughter for a while.
The young man's face was so red that he was almost bleeding. He clenched and unclenched his fists, then tightened them again. Finally, he turned around and was about to walk away.
"Huh!" Two cold snorts rang out simultaneously among the pile of laughter, one came from the knight team, and the other came from Link.
"Don't go," Link ignored the surprised looks of the two soldiers next to him, took a step forward, and called to the young man.
He turned to the bald registration officer, his face covered with a gloomy look that should not belong to his age, and said coldly: "If the gardener's son can't do it, what about the blacksmith's son?!"