Chapter two hundred and eighty nine wandering knight
In the morning after the rain, the light shines.
In the endless forest, there is a small town located under the mountains.
The town is not big, with only a few hundred people. As soon as it dawns, civilians carry simple farm tools and walk towards the farmland.
Along the way, these people were lifeless, with no life in their eyes, and their backs were drooping and empty, like wooden men, living without any goal.
Bah, bah, bah, bah—
On the quiet path, the steady sound of horse hooves could be heard.
It was neither urgent nor slow, neither brisk nor heavy, but it scared the civilians and jumped to both sides in a hurry, fearing that they would be beaten to death by someone who blocked the road.
It was a wandering knight, and the knight's armor was a little tattered, so that the silver breastplate became a little gray.
The red cloak is shabby, and he carries a huge sword as wide as a palm on his back. His face, which is covered with vicissitudes of life, carries the story of life.
He looked at the people who jumped off the path, his expression still calm, without contempt or contempt, nor humiliation or pleasure.
Some, there is only a touch of compassion that is hidden deep in the heart and never made public.
He knows that he can't change or influence anything yet.
But he also knows that he will definitely be able to change in the future.
"Who is that?" The only blacksmith apprentice in the town stuck his head out and asked his father curiously.
"A wandering knight," the blacksmith said, his eyes falling behind the knight leading the thin horse. The palm-wide heavy sword, if melted, should be able to hit several stabbing swords.
Then he looked away and thought about the hunting call issued by the lord some time ago. Is this knight here to answer the call?
The blacksmith's apprentice looked at the wandering knight with burning eyes, and then at his boring life and the iron felt and hammer he faced every day.
He yearns for that kind of life very much.
"Hey, do you think the life of a wandering knight is good?" The blacksmith chuckled and told the story.
"A wandering knight is a knight, but with the word wandering, he has no place to live and wanders around, exposed to wind, rain, and sun..."
"We usually rely on receiving monster conquest messages from various territories to make a living. If one is not good... hehe..."
The blacksmith apprentice glanced at his father, then looked at the wandering knight who had walked to the end of the muddy street and disappeared, and couldn't help but sigh.
bang——
The blacksmith father hit his silly son on the head with a hammer, causing his head to shake and his head to become dizzy.
"We have been blacksmiths for generations, do you want our family legacy to be ruined in your hands?"
The blacksmith father was furious.
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The wandering knight did not know these things. He led his horse through the streets full of mines, and calmly avoided the yellow juice splashed from upstairs.
The most central building is the Lord's Mansion. It is a stone fortress with three floors. One floor is only dozens of square meters. There are several dark holes on it. I don't know if they are for ventilation or for ventilation.
Other functions.
The lord and his knights lived there.
"Raven, the wandering knight, came in response to the monster's message."
Outside the door, the wandering knight announced his name.
Not long after, the steward of the territory ran out with his pants raised, "Has someone received the monster report?"
The butler's hair was messy and thickly greasy. When he looked at the wandering knight who brought his own horse and sword, an exaggerated smile immediately appeared in his eyes.
"Oh, my dear knight, welcome to your arrival."
This is indeed what he said from the bottom of his heart. For such a barren territory, a wandering knight is a mobile treasure.
If he stays by himself, he will be a knight with fighting ability and can serve the territory.
Being 'left behind' by them is a rich harvest of a horse, a set of knight's armor, and a knight's sword.
But in fact, most wandering knights have their own unique skills, which are beyond the imagination of ordinary people, otherwise they would not be able to live well after being homeless for so long.
Over time, the wandering knights became a single unit hired by the small lords.
"Thanks."
Raven, the wandering knight, nodded slightly and led his horse to follow the steward who was trotting ahead.
"You can call me Little Ron, Little Ron butler. The lords and knights are having dinner, otherwise they will be the ones receiving you."
Ron, the butler, praised Raven in a smooth tone, using outrageous exaggeration, almost praising him to the sky.
"Squire, please lead the knight's horse over quickly. If there is a problem, I will take you to feed the horse, do you hear me?"
The butler pointed at a certain knight's squire who had his head lowered and shrunk, and ordered him to come over and lead the horse to the stable.
"This is a mountain horse in the east. We need to pick some fresh leaves and mix them with fodder for it to eat..."
"Yes...yes, I'll do it right away."
The attendant hunched his back slightly, with a twinkling and fearful light in his eyes, and answered timidly.
Along the way, Raven showed no special performance. He is just a mortal now, with no characteristics except a head full of taboos and knowledge.
As long as he doesn't show any abnormality, no one will know who he is.
Here, even if people are oppressed and live in dire straits and oppression, he has no intention of taking any action.
The butt determines the head, and the position determines thinking and behavior. Now he should have obtained the first pot of gold and grow up step by step.
"Okay, Sir Knight, we will take good care of your horse, so don't worry."
The housekeeper patted his chest, grinned his big black teeth and assured.
"Um."
Raven didn't say much, because if you go further, you will reach the Lord's Palace.
"Wait a moment, I will inform the lord." The butler bowed his body and said to Raven respectfully.
Raven stopped and watched the butler trot into the warm and humid lord's fortress. He turned around and silently looked at the fortress made of stone.
This lord's mansion is divided into a main castle and an outer layer. The outer layer is made of stone. There are many signs of renovation on it. It seems that the traces are from this period of time.
Although the inner courtyard looks clean, there are still some dark traces that have not been cleaned in the gaps between the stone slabs laid on the ground.
There are metal scratches on it and traces of later repairs.
He squinted his eyes slightly. Even though he was still a mortal, even if there was no trace of divinity in his body, the light similar to the soul could not be weakened.
He saw a short guy rushing in, the knight's attendants hurriedly responded, and the blood of monsters and humans sprayed and poured onto the ground.
He saw a tall figure smashing the wall, a black shadow carrying a tree trunk sweeping across, grabbing a human and stuffing it into his mouth.