The Viscount used doubtful words, but he was very sure.
"That's right." His eldest son replied with a strong sense of pride.
"Haha, the sixteen-year-old knight, hahahaha, so awesome." The Viscount smiled sarcastically and raised his head.
Until now, he still doesn't know that his designated first heir has been taught this kind of thinking.
This is completely different from his progressive thinking. He is an old-fashioned stubborn conservative who still insists on treating civilians as slaves all day long. He also wants to make the nobles supreme and arbitrarily execute the right of life and death against civilians.
A sixteen-year-old knight? Haha, he must have paid a heavy price.
He was once called a genius, but it was at the age of twenty that he found his faith and became a great knight.
What an irony for this sixteen-year-old genius.
He looked at the thin sword on his son's waist and saw the marks in his hand. This noble sword dance must have matured.
They were really impatient.
"I'll give you two choices." The Viscount lowered his head and looked at him with indifferent eyes.
"First, abolish the grudge, abandon your idea of aristocratic supremacy, and follow me to learn how to manage the territory."
"Second, leave here and go to whoever taught you."
On this day, the viscount and his eldest son just met, and they broke up quickly.
His son could not accept his thoughts and rode away from here.
Overnight, the Viscount's body seemed to have become a lot more rickety, and he began to think about whether his thoughts were too naive.
In the earldom, the Colosseum, the slave farm, these bloody and barbaric things have never been less common.
He just wants to be a peaceful and beautiful lord like other territories.
In the study, he clenched his fists and thought about the possible enemies. Although they could not attack him openly, they had secretly destroyed his heir.
The great knight who has gathered the spirit of faith and fighting spirit is basically extremely determined or passively determined.
The Viscount regretted expelling his eldest son, but if he was given the choice again, he would still choose to expel him.
Because keeping him here would do more harm than expelling him.
"Raven..."
The Viscount whispered softly, they are all great knights, and they still have at least twenty years to reach their peak. In these twenty years, if they go further, they will still have several decades to reach their peak.
Everything about a nobleman lies in the territory. For some extreme noblemen, even their relatives can be abandoned at will.
And his eldest son has obviously touched his biggest minefield.
Even if the eldest son is gone, he can still have second and third sons. He still has two sons, both of whom are still young. Now that he thinks about it, it’s time for him to bring them all over.
He will teach it himself.
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On the night of the harvest, these farmers, commoners and knights did not have to worry about the Viscount. They gathered around the fire in the wild, talking and laughing loudly.
The lord said that these grains were not his, nor ours, but were reserved for the construction of the territory. From now on, we will use these for food and use.
And they also saw that the wheat was dried here, packed here, and kept in the warehouse here, without being taken away.
Raven was still sitting in the middle, listening to their loud conversations, and then adding a few words from time to time.
For example, he twisted a piece of wheat and said to them under the firelight, where is the bud, where is the powder, what is there, and what are their functions.
Not even the knights knew about these things, but the civilians who had never heard of them were fascinated by them.
Raven smiled slightly. These seeds were studied by the elves in the past. He once communicated with the goddess of agriculture who had not yet been deified as the god of the woodland, and guided her to grow beautiful wheat.
In terms of familiarity, of course he is the most familiar.
Tonight, maybe something was different. Raven put down the cut wheat in his hand, the smile on his face faded, and he pressed one hand on the ground.
"Knights, put on your armor. Enemies are coming." He raised his hand and cast his gaze on the open ground in the distance, where a series of vague figures were running towards him.
It was a group of cavalry, about ten or twenty men. It seemed that someone had been eyeing this place for a long time, otherwise how could they have come by such a coincidence.
"The commoners return to their chambers, and all the knights prepare for battle."
Raven shouted, causing dozens of people present to move.
The civilians were holding their heads, fighting with each other, and running in a hurry.
But there are also some brave civilians who are so passionate that they pick up the hoe they usually use to clean the farm and say, "Someone is coming to steal our food..."
Raven came out of his small room. While carrying the plate armor, he pulled out the Sword of Mercy hanging on the wall.
"Quickly, put on my armor. The civilians will return to their rooms immediately." He shouted loudly, telling the civilians who tried to resist with farm tools to return to their rooms.
Two civilians rushed over on the spot and hurriedly put his armor on. Then someone led the horse and shouted from the stable behind, pulling the knights' war horses over.
In just a few minutes, when the knights were almost ready in a hurry, those faint black figures had already rushed through the harvested wheat fields.
"Knights, charge with me!"
Raven raised his arms and galloped forward on his brown horse, followed by two knights and four attendants, a total of six riders charging all the way.
boom--
The milky white light spread out from Raven's body like some invisible medium, covering him with light, and then divided the two sides like an arrow.
The light spread to both sides, blessing the knights and attendants.
"I pity the weak, but never my enemies."
"I have sympathy, but I will never let go of the perpetrators."
"I am a knight, a paladin who believes in my heart."
Rumble, rumble——
A line of seven war horses galloped. The knight's armor, knight's sword, and even the body of the war horse were all covered with a faint milky white shimmer.
They held up the cross sword and seemed to feel the thoughts coming from the holy light of Knight Raven.
The more the knight recognizes this belief, the stronger his power will be. The more the knight recognizes and implements this belief, the more powerful he will be able to awaken.
"kill!"
The knights on the opposite side were equivalent to the three teams here. The leading knight looked at the fighting spirit and his heart sank on the spot.
How could it be that the other party was actually ready?
From the time they raided to now, it had only been a few minutes. What could a few minutes do?
For the knight, there is not even enough time to wrap around and penetrate the armor.
But now, the knight leading the team turned out to be the auxiliary knight. This kind of knight is the most difficult to deal with and the most difficult to kill.
But killing someone is the most distressing and the most hateful thing.
The purpose of their coming here is not just to grab some food, the real purpose...
The leading knight had a killing intent in his eyes, and buried this group of knights here. I'm afraid this weak territory will be weak for a long time, right?