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The Black Knights are a little different from what Qingchen imagined.
He originally thought that the four major dukes under the Roosevelt family were completely obedient to the kingdom. The royal family pointed to the east and they did not dare to attack the west.
It turns out that the Black Knights of Silver City seem to be a little different. The royal family ordered you to participate in the war, but you said you were lost?
Are you okay if you get lost?
Qingchen silently observed Marquis Bolton. The key was that Bolton didn't think anything was wrong!
The black knight smiled and welcomed everyone on board. Bolton whispered from the side: "It's normal for you at the bottom not to know. In fact, Silver City's status is relatively special..."
"What do you mean?" Qingchen asked confused: "Are they so powerful that even the royal family can't touch them?"
"That's not true," Bolton thought for a moment and explained: "In the entire kingdom, only the 11 marquis of Silver City are hereditary."
Qingchen was confused: "It's not hereditary. I've read some rumors in Silver City. Each generation of their heirs has no blood relationship with the previous generation, right? It's not that it's passed down from father to son."
Bolton explained: "It's normal that you don't know this. The royal family does not allow it to be spread to outsiders: the Black Knights have their own method of selecting successors. Once a marquis dies, a new Black Knight will take his place. These people do not need
For meritorious service, they only need to be appointed or removed by the Duke of Silver, and the royal family will help them complete the formalities."
Qingchen and He Jinqiu were both shocked.
A duke can actually appoint and remove marquises on his own? Isn't this a power that only the king has?
Bolton continued: "None of these people have names. The one in front is the Eleventh Knight. People who are close to him usually call him Eleventh."
Qingchen suddenly asked: "Will the Black Knight live long?"
Knights have extremely long lives. As long as they don't commit suicide, there is absolutely no problem in living to 251 years old.
Therefore, if you ask about the lifespan of the Black Knights, you will probably know whether this group of people is a descendant of the Knights.
Bolton lowered his voice and said: "Don't mention lifespan. Members of the Black Knights are generally very short-lived. Most of them died before the age of 40. The longest one seemed to be only 52. Some people said it was because they used magic potions excessively, and some said it was because they overused potions.
People say this is their destiny."
Qingchen was startled for a moment. With such a short life, he shouldn't be a knight, right? The difference is huge!
How can a knight be so short-lived?
However, at this moment, Old Eleven, the black knight in front, turned around and said with a smile: "There is no need to be so shy about our lifespan, we don't care about it ourselves. But it is precisely because our lifespan is relatively short that we particularly respect the happiness in life."
Speaking of this, I saw an oven set up in the command room of the airship, and two beautiful female soldiers stood in front of the oven, flipping steaks. The fat from the tender beef shoulder dripped onto the charcoal fire, causing sparks to rise.
, looks particularly attractive.
This is not for fighting, it is clearly for vacation!
Old Eleven smiled and said: "The steak should be grilled over charcoal fire to make it taste better. By the way, how mature do you want it to be? I recommend 30%."
Burton: "I want to be mature."
Qingchen looked at the old Eleven in front of him. The other person's hearing must have been enhanced, otherwise the other person wouldn't have been able to hear Bolton's words just now so quietly.
This old Eleven looks like he is about thirty-one or twelve years old. If most of the Black Knights do not live to be 40 years old, then the other person's life is about to come to an end.
Qingchen remembered that when the four major guilds surrounded and suppressed him at the gate of the multi-world dungeon No. 8, only the Silver Guild didn't go. It was said that they were there to pick up girls.
No wonder, if life is destined to be so short, what is the use of saving all those fame and wealth?
Qingchen was a little confused: "Why does the royal family condone Silver City so much?"
Old Eleven smiled: "Secret."
To be honest, Qingchen couldn't figure it out. After all, an organization under the royal family was not so powerful that it was invincible in the world, and it was not doing its job. Why didn't the royal family pursue their faults and gave the Duke of Silver the opportunity to appoint and remove marquises?
that power.
Li Liyuan’s score!
While talking, an Asian teenager walked into the command room in the ship's cabin: "Master, when will dinner be served?"
Old Eleven smiled and said to Bolton: "Let me introduce you, this is my apprentice, currently codenamed twenty-nine, he may take over my title one day."
Qingchen secretly thought, it turns out that the Black Knights are also masters who lead apprentices, and the apprentices take over the title.
The more this thing looks, the more it looks like a knight organization. Except for its different lifespan, it looks like it in every aspect!
The fair-faced Twenty-nine saw an outsider and hurriedly said hello: "Hello everyone... isn't this the Marquis of Bolton? How come you're on our airship?"
Old Eleven said with a smile: "The Marquis Bolton's home is gone and he has become a bare commander, so he came to stay with us for a while."
Burton: "It's heartbreaking."
At this time, Old Eleven said: "There is something wrong with this Storm Duke."
"What's the problem?" Qingchen asked.
"Too fast," Old Eleven said with a smile: "The reaction was too fast. As far as I know, a fortune teller heard the giant's conversation on the battlefield and said that the Giant Dynasty had a deal with the Storm Duke. But the royal family also
I just sent two regiments to Outpost No. 9, but the Storm Duke rebelled on the spot without even saying a word of defense. Don't you think it's strange? Why don't you clarify something with His Majesty, or make more preparations?
It was like going to the market, and they rebelled with great fanfare."
Old Eleven continued: "I have met the Storm Duke several times. When I went to Storm City, I asked his daughter to go drinking in front of him, but he didn't react at all. He is very tolerant. Why is he so impatient this time?
What? I think it’s a scam, so let’s stay away from the battlefield and just drink and eat steak on the airship, it’s pretty good!”
Qingchen felt that Lao Shiyi was right, and the rebellion came too quickly.
It had only been more than thirty hours since he separated from the Storm Duke. This scene seemed to have been rehearsed, and everything fell into place.
Of course Qingchen had his suspicions, but he didn't want to tell these people.
However, this old Eleven is really brave, he actually asked the Storm Duke’s daughter to have a drink directly in person...
Bolton suddenly asked: "Have you made the appointment yet?"
Qingchen and He Jinqiu silently turned to look at Bolton. The Marquis' brain circuit was obviously not normal either.
It's like your girlfriend telling you: "I cried until 12 midnight while listening to music yesterday."
You ask her: "What song were you listening to? Did you cry until 12 o'clock?"
These are not questions that normal people can ask.
At this time, Old Eleven asked curiously: "Marquis Bolton, when you were at Outpost 9, how did you detect in advance that a giant was coming and adjust the position of the airship in advance?"
Marquis Bolton said: "No discovery, just normal adjustment."
"I don't believe it, there's no such thing as a coincidence," Old Eleven said happily: "It must be Marquis Bolton who is wise and powerful and made a judgment in advance. I am curious about what details you made the judgment from. Please tell me
Tell me."
As soon as these words came out, Marquis Bolton glanced at Qingchen subconsciously.
Lao Shiyi was extremely alert. He glanced at Qingchen subconsciously, and then his eyes narrowed, as if he had noticed something.
It turns out that the Marquis of Bolton is really a fool, and there is a master behind him.
While he was thinking about it, 'Twenty-nine' walked into the command room again and said to Old Eleven: "Master, it's time to drink medicine."
Old Eleven smiled at everyone and said, "Excuse me for a moment."
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This chapter only has more than 2,200 words. I originally wrote more than that, but the plot is still more important today, so I will revise it tonight and publish the remaining 10,000 words at 12 o'clock.
In addition, updating 10,000 words a day has always been the standard for "explosion" for me. Maybe some people are not tired of writing more than 20,000 words a day, but for me, more than 10,000 words a day is basically my limit. I do nothing but eat and sleep.
I only write more than 10,000 a day, and if I am in particularly good condition, I may write 12,300.
So the explosion I am talking about is 10,000 words per day. Those who expect 15,000, 20,000 words or more per day, I really can’t do it...
I think there is no need to scold me again for this matter...
