At the silent dinner table, Talinnam could no longer bear the impulse in his heart. He stuck his knife and fork into the beef with an indignant look on his face. The candlelight outlined his slightly childish and angry face.
Berto knew that the little attendant in front of him was not losing his temper, but complaining about himself. However, he had long been accustomed to this. Anna... Anna was like a piece of dusty history, and the knot between him and her was unsolved.
Don't let it go. Berto knows that the gap in concepts has brought them to this day. He doesn't blame her, but he can't give up his principles because of his wife's stubbornness. He must treat civilians well and follow the spirit of chivalry, even in this world
There was hypocrisy everywhere, and he didn't want to join them.
"What did you do to me?"
Berto asked with a smile while chewing the food in his mouth.
"You are the hero of the Battle of Blackwater. You saved the king! All Bretonnians respect you. However, Lady Anna, she..." Talinnam couldn't continue. He knew that Bertol loved him deeply.
wife, but sometimes he really couldn't stand it.
"What do you want to say? She ignored me?"
Berto smiled. There were a few white hairs in his short shaved beard, and his eye sockets were sunken, making him look a few years older.
"Um……"
Talinnam nodded.
"She's always been like this, I'm used to it."
Berto returned with a forced smile.
"Why? You are the lord of Gray Fang Valley, and King Charles promoted you. Now you are an Earl. The people respect you and love you. From their eyes, I saw that it was not acting, it was reality.
Yes, from the bottom of my heart. You gave them protection and a safe land. Moreover, in Cologne, you are still a hero sung by everyone. What else is Mrs. Anna dissatisfied with? I really can’t understand and
Imagine…”
Talinnam said angrily. If it weren't for the lord sitting in front of him, Talinnam would definitely yell. He has been suppressed for too long. Why are they all women, but there is such a big difference.
"You can't understand it, and I can't understand it either. Maybe this is the so-called emotion. It's been decades and I'm used to it. Many times, I'm the one living in my own world. She said I've never had it.
Growing up, I have always been a boy. I think so, I am that boy. I always insist on what I think is right, and I always guard the things I cherish. However, these things are worthless in her eyes. She
She wants a better life, but I can't give it to her. As you know, Anna's father is the Marquis of the South. The land he controls is ten times larger than mine, and the castle is several times larger than my manor. I can't give Anna her.
The luxurious life you want.”
Bertolt drank the wine on the table and became depressed.
"She said that I was just a little knight who inherited my father's legacy, and that I would accomplish nothing in my life. Alas, in short, I have heard words that are even worse than what you have heard. I have heard them countless times."
Berto laughed at himself.
Talinnam couldn't help but feel sorry for his old knight. In his eyes, Berto was a real knight. He would not collude with this dark world, would not cling to the powerful or sell himself out for profit, nor would he oppress and exploit the common people to gain.
The benefits are for his own enjoyment. Sometimes, he would rather suffer a loss than punish the common people. He knows that the sesame seeds he throws away is more than half a month's income for the lower-class common people.
At the same time, Berto is full of adventurous spirit. Although he is unknown and has a boring life on weekdays, when he ventures out, he is undoubtedly a high-spirited young man and a passionate knight. He has fought against giant forest spiders and fought with vampires.
Killing undead pirates and distributing the money to the hungry people... these are all done by real knights in Tarinnam's eyes. However, in Anna's case, it is a fool who does this...
Talinnam only felt that the world was turned upside down. Why was it like this? People who were full of freedom and adhered to the moral bottom line became aliens, while those who were flattering and unscrupulous for interests were recognized... This is the corrosion of chaos.
Or is this how human nature is originally? Talinnam didn't know, he was confused. The fire warmed the room, but it couldn't warm his heart. He only hoped that Anna could truly understand Berto. He was old, even if he could get it in his old age
The approval of my wife is also a happy thing. Unfortunately, this wish seems to be far away.
…
"name?"
"Grondi, Grondi bronze axe."
In Blackhammer Castle, after the Knights of the Sons of Ursun relaxed registration restrictions, a large number of capable people rushed to the tavern to register and join the knights. Many people who had never been seen in the past gathered in the tavern to register their names.
, although it may not be the real name. Among the crowd, there were even pirates, hunters and priests who wanted to sign up. Therefore, the review work became extremely strict.
The original design of Rhodes and Alves was to mobilize social forces as much as possible and recruit some talented people into the team. After all, the regular army has many restrictions, and the Knights are an unofficial organization, basically loyal to the Roman army.
Deyiren. Its recruitment conditions can be relaxed a lot. But I didn't expect so many people to sign up once they were relaxed.
But it’s normal if you think about it carefully. As an organization that grew up during the war, the Sons of Esun have become famous step by step. During the northern expedition to Norsca, and when they marched south to stop the greenskin army, this group of only a dozen or so
Human troops have acted as the main force time and time again, and whenever the Bear Knights appear on the battlefield, they can always greatly boost the morale of the troops. Being able to join such an organization is simply a great honor for ordinary people.
Because there are many foreign refugees in Blackhammer Castle, they are either persecuted by the barbarians in the north or hunted by the green-skinned orcs. They have deep hostility towards enemies from the outside. For example, in Ironforge, when I heard that
When the Knights are recruiting people, more than half of the dwarves are eager to sign up. Many of them have been hunted by greenskins, and the Knights are the first group to charge into battle. For those who want revenge, they naturally have a lot of resources.
secular appeal.
"dwarf?"
The registrar looked up and saw the dwarf applicant whose head was as high as the table.
"What happened to the dwarf?"
Grondy asked in a rough voice.
"We have recruited enough dwarves here, what we need now are wizards..."
"Hey! Hey! Are you discriminating against us dwarves?"
Grondy shouted, and his loud voice quickly attracted the attention of other people in the tavern.
"No! I just said, there are too many dwarves, we need wizards now!"
"Fucking wizards! What's the use of wizards? Have they experienced a real war? When the battle starts, will they rush to the front line to protect their teammates? The most useless people in the world are wizards!"
Grondy shouted, but this would not change the registrar's attitude towards him. There were many dwarves like him who wanted revenge. In just one morning, fifty dwarves registered to become members of the Knights. They did
You don't need too many dwarves, because the Knights are a group of sharp knives. When the battle starts, they rush to the front line to tear apart the enemy's defense line. Dwarves are born with short legs and are not actually suitable for assault force.
But the dwarf in front of him was obviously another bully. He hammered the table relentlessly, making the registrar disgusted and helpless at the same time.
"Okay, tell me, your abilities and experience?"
There were too many people present, so in order not to cause a disturbance, the registrar had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask reluctantly.
"I once fought against an army of greenskins in the deepest bunker. Let me tell you, at least hundreds of greenskins died under my axe. If you don't recruit me, it will be your loss."
Grondi said, and moved a pair of heavy armor to the table. The armor was placed heavily on the table, making a loud muffled sound. It was a dwarf heavy plate armor, and it was covered with pits and dents, some of which
The place has been polished to an extremely bright finish. There is no doubt that this is leftover after a long battle. Being able to own such an armor is something to be proud of for the dwarves.
"When the greenskins attacked, I used my armor and shield to protect my comrades. I stood firm until our defenses collapsed! Until those orcs stepped over me!"
Grondi was excited and spoke with foaming at the mouth.