A flag hangs outside a beautiful manor. On the flag is a lion painted in bright colors. Obviously, this is the icon of a noble family.
Several lights enclosed in glass shine on the gate of the manor.
A figure wearing armor was thrown out of the gate of the manor. The man fell to the ground, supported the ground with one arm and got up with difficulty.
Several warriors in armor stood on the edge holding the hilts of their swords. They were obviously the ones who threw this man out. Following them, a man in a black tuxedo walked up to the man and said with his head held high.
:
"I think you have heard what the master said. The Pope's notice of excommunication on you has been sent to the master. You, a ridiculous violator, are still trying to deceive the master. You should leave here quickly."
After the group of people finished speaking, they returned to the manor and the door was closed again.
The surroundings seemed to be quiet again, with only flying insects flying around under the dim light.
The man who had fallen to the ground got up again, patted the dirt and dust on his body, and walked dejectedly into the darkness. However, before he could take a step forward, he saw a man in a black trench coat standing beside him.
In front of him, there was a top hat on his head. The man took off his hat and saluted him, then smiled and said:
"It seems that you have reached a low point in your life? Don't worry, don't be afraid. I often hear people say that if God closes a door on you, the windows will be welded shut, but it doesn't matter, there will always be
A kindhearted person from a mysterious and unknown realm, here to help you solve your urgent problem. My name is Sherlock, and this is my business card."
Sherlock handed over a small card, and the man stretched out his hand to take it. The card read:
[Life customization service Sherlock. Your good assistant in life]
However, there is no contact information or company address written on the card.
"How can you help me?"
The man raised his head. Under the light, his face looked extremely haggard, but there was an irrepressible hope in his eyes. He was like a man who fell into the water but grabbed a handful of straw.
"Your name is Lancelot. Because you had an inappropriate spiritual love affair with your lord's wife, you were taken back from your territory and exiled. Just recently, because of your unchaste behavior, the Pope announced your excommunication.
, even the Earl of Glamorgan, who was finally willing to take you in, is not willing to take you in, but he is also very filial. The Earl of Glamorgan did not drive you away because he received news of your excommunication, but because his lord wanted to take it back.
Territory, so he ordered his arrest, so he dismissed you. In other words, he may have true love for you."
Lancelot was stunned for a moment, but he quickly ran to the gate of the manor, but Sherlock had already taken out a crystal ball, and the picture displayed in the crystal ball was that a carriage was quickly leaving the manor.
"No need to waste your efforts, the count and his family have escaped."
"What do you want? Why are you investigating me?"
Lancelot's eyes widened and he looked at Sherlock in front of him, but Sherlock just took out some documents casually and said:
"I only know this information from these documents. As for the Earl of Glamorgan, please, the entire kingdom knows that your king is going to take back the Earl of Glamorgan's territory. And I just want to give you a job."
Sherlock took out a new document, which read:
"[Victoria] Letter of Intent to Employment."
"I am running a free city called Victoria. As for the location, it is in the territory of the Duke of York in your kingdom. It is not very far from here. If you are willing to work there, I can provide you with protection and work.
, the content of the job is also very simple, which is to teach some novices how to learn fighting skills."
As soon as Shylock finished speaking, Lancelot frowned and asked:
"Why are you looking for me?"
"Because you are the best instructor in combat skills that I can find so far."
Sherlock said unabashedly:
“And it’s also the cheapest.”
………………
Lancelot finally accepted Shylock's job invitation and signed his name on the employment letter of intent.
Just like Sherlock said, Lancelot has no choice. He needs this job and a place to stay. This free city called Victoria may not be the best choice, but it is indeed his only choice.
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The mysterious man named Shylock left a detailed address after Lancelot signed the magical work contract, and then disappeared.
Lancelot randomly found a place to rest for the night, and then set off towards that address.
He walked out of the city, crossed the canyon, walked through the grassland, climbed over the hills, helped some villagers who were attacked by bandits, escaped a group of mercenaries who were chasing him, and then arrived at the place written on the address.
A forest in the Duchy of York.
But Lancelot didn't see any free city. If there was one, it could only be said to be the free city of the elves, because apart from trees, there were only trees left.
Except for elves who like to live in tree houses, no other race likes to live in tree houses.
By the way, there's also Birdman.
Lancelot laughed at himself for his cold joke, but soon he heard the rustling sound, someone was in the forest!
Lancelot suddenly became alert. He touched the hilt of the sword hanging on his belt with one hand, then slowly pulled it out, staring nervously at the noisy forest not far away.
Then, he saw a green "little boy" emerging from the bushes. The little boy was holding an insect net in his hand. When he saw Lancelot, he was obviously shocked.
This is not human.
Lancelot judged it almost immediately, because humans do not have green skin, and this green color blends in almost perfectly with the surrounding trees. It is a protective color.
The little green boy in human form stared at Lancelot for a few seconds, then caught a small insect from the insect net, stuffed it into his mouth, and asked:
"Come to report for work?"
Lancelot was stunned for a moment, but quickly answered:
"No, it was Sherlock who asked me to work here. It's called...Victoria..."
"This is it, come with me."
Lancelot watched the little green boy go into the woods, and then he followed.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Lancelot was frightened by the sight in front of him.
It was a patch of woods...
There was a few square meters of open space created by stepping on it with your feet, and there were a few strange-looking guys sitting on the open space.