The Sun King's Evidence

"At that time, the barbarian warriors raised their shields and spears. The formation was really scary, but I was not timid. I followed a white wolf knight and rushed into the barbarian army with them. In the middle, my beloved horse knocked away a barbarian bastard..."

"Stop, stop, stop, this...Mr. Ike? Please allow me to correct you on a small mistake, that is, the White Wolf Knights did not participate in the Wenler offensive and defensive battle at all. The White Wolf Knights at that time The cavalrymen of the White Bear Mercenary Regiment who were resting in Winter City and participated in Wenler's attack and defense, and they have never charged." Teresa interrupted Knight Ike's thoughts rudely.

"Oh! No wonder at that time I thought why the white wolf on the flag was so fat~" the handsome guy corrected him immediately.

"The White Bear Mercenary Regiment is only responsible for logistical protection, together with the Wenler Pike Company." The sorceress stretched out her little hand and warmed the fire. The heat from it made her feel very comfortable.

Well, it would be better if the man could be by her side to chat with her at this time.

"Ah, that's right! I said that the brothers in the spear company are really good and very friendly to me. They even brought out pickled venison for me to eat..."

"The Wenler Pike Company is a group of businessmen and craftsmen. It is notoriously poor in combat effectiveness and stingy. It likes to extort villagers on the march route..." the sorceress corrected again, her beautiful face covered with have no choice.

"But there are always a few good people among them, right? After that..."

"Teresa, are you feeling better?" A gentle voice interrupted Ike's blabbering. Ryan went around for a while and then came back: "How can I help you?"

"Can you pour me a glass of juice, Ryan?" The sorceress showed a bright smile to the visitor, like a bright red rose blooming in the snow, and then she smiled at Ike and said: "Mr. Ike "Excuse me, my male companion is here."

"Oh! Oh! Okay, I'm sorry to disturb you." Ike's eyes greedily glanced at the White Wolf Knight badge on Ryan's chest, and then he raised his shoulders and said, "Please, Mr. White Wolf Knight."

After saying that, Ike turned to another table and continued to brag about his story, but this time the content was changed to how he skillfully coordinated the White Bear Mercenary Group and the Wenler Spear Company during the Wenler Attack and Defense. relationship, reconcile their conflicts, and single-handedly turn the tide, successfully protecting the baggage.

"Your admirer?" Ryan offered a glass of juice.

"No, it's just a wandering knight." The sorceress took the juice and said with a smile: "There are too many such people. You must have seen these wandering knights before, right?"

"Wait a minute. I forgot one thing when I came back." Ryan took out a blanket made of a whole white wolf skin from the space ring and handed it to Teresa. The sorceress felt warm in her heart. He took the blanket and put it on his lap: "Is this yours?"

"Yes, you know, I am the White Wolf Knight, and occasionally I have to show respect to the Lord of the White Wolf." Ryan nodded, and he sat down next to the sorceress.

Teresa also knows this. The White Wolf God of War Yurik is a god who advocates force and competition. This god emphasizes eliminating the weak and respecting the strong. An important way to please the White Wolf God of War is the "White Wolf Trial" , the trialer entered the snowfield alone, hunted a white wolf with his bare hands and went to the White Wolf Temple to sacrifice it. The stronger the white wolf was hunted, the happier the White Wolf God of War was.

It's just that the mortality rate of the trial is very high, and many outstanding young people have never returned, which makes the nobles not recommend that their children take part in this trial.

Wrapping her legs with a blanket, leaving only the toes of her white high-heeled shoes outside, the sorceress felt as if she had returned to the living room of her home in the Sky Castle. She suddenly felt that this kind of banquet was not as bad as she imagined, so Take the initiative to talk to the man: "Another wandering knight, there are quite a lot of them recently."

"Every carrot is a pit, isn't it?" Ryan chuckled.

As mentioned before, those with fiefdoms and titles are kingdom knights.

Those without fiefdoms and titles are knights errant.

The one who has no fiefdom and no title is the wandering knight.

Compared with the kingdom knights who have a fixed income, although the knights errant do not have a fixed income, as a titled knight, their activities within the boundaries of their country will be recognized. The knights errant do not have fixed incomes such as fief income or salary. However, they still have position income or military pay. When the country needs it, they must also respond to the call of the nobles who give them titles.

Wandering knights are the worst existence.

In fact, wandering knights are not knights at all. They come from many sources. They include bankrupt knights with poor management, children of former nobles who have been deprived of their titles, illegitimate children of nobles who have no inheritance rights, and rich adventurers or soldiers who have become rich adventurers or soldiers through accumulation and hard work. What it looks like now.

Their common feature is that they have neither titles nor fiefs, and are not even as good as some officers because they have no positions or military salary income. They only have a basic set of equipment and war horses.

The activity routes of these wandering knights are just like their names, they are constantly wandering. Everywhere they go, they will try their best to promote themselves, try every means to get a position, or get canonized by other nobles and become knights errant. If If they are unable to do so, they will give priority to completing the commissions from the lord or the church, earn a commission that is enough to make a living and maintain the equipment and horses, and then go to the next place and continue to wander until one day a noble is willing to canonize him, or they are old. Then choose to settle down.

There used to be a very famous figure among the wandering knights, that is, the "Rose Knight" Taylor. This knight was the illegitimate son of a duke in the empire. His mother was a lowly washerwoman. After the argument between the duke and the duchess, , this Taylor was ordered not to inherit any of the Duke's property. After he came of age, the Duke threw him a sword and led a horse: "Taylor, you are not a medal on my clothes. There is no need to stay at home. Go out." Wander."

After saying that, the poor illegitimate child was kicked out, and this was the beginning of the legendary story of "Der Rosenkavalier" Taylor.

"Mr. Ike's index finger and middle finger have very thick calluses. It can be seen that he should be a good hand with a sword." Ryan looked at the wandering knight who was constantly bragging to the soldiers who didn't know what he was doing. With all kinds of achievements, he said to the sorceress maliciously: "I dare say that he must have seen your dress before he came to get close to you. If you can establish a good relationship with a noble lady, your future adventures will definitely be better." There’s a lot of help.”

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Ryan, don't tell me that you have also contracted the bad habits of those wandering knights, right?!" The sorceress seemed to suddenly think of something, and there was a dangerous aura in her silver eyes.

"Hahahaha!" Ryan laughed heartily, almost to tears.

Yes, the Wandering Knights were actually a group of restless guys who quickly found a "shortcut" to get rich and achieve success.

That is to be the sweetheart for those lonely lords and wives.

"So, I'm actually annoyed by these guys, you know? I often hear complaints from my fellow White Wolf Knights in private. They always suspect that their wives are related to the wandering knights in the territory." Ryan complained casually. Said: "Does it matter that they don't have the B number in their hearts?"

"Hehehe~ Maybe they just don't want to admit it~" Teresa also pursed her lips and snickered in a rare way. Looking at the man beside her, a strange light flashed in her eyes: "You really don't have it? That's right... I heard that you and His Majesty the King's granddaughter Caroline once had a..."

"Nonsense! I have only met Princess Carolyn once." Ryan seemed unwilling to continue on this topic: "Can you tell me about the progress in Jialan? Are there any excavations of the ruins? What kind of breakthrough?"

"No, since Rohart died inside, Aunt Martha said that she would temporarily stop exploring the depths." The sorceress shook her head and picked up a bowl of corn and ham soup. Use the silver spoon you brought to taste it carefully.

"'The Rough Bandit' Rohart is also dead? Oh my god, this is the third legendary strongman that you, Jialan, have tricked and killed." Ryan complained. Of course, he knew what the Jialan Council was doing.

"Let's not talk about this anymore." The sorceress seemed to think of something: "Can you tell me about Belt? How could a master demon hunter end up falling into the embrace of Chaos?"

"Bert? Indeed, Bert's life is generally divided into two stages." Ryan sighed: "Before he was 36 years old, he was an excellent demon hunter, cleaning up corruption, eliminating evil, and using himself to His scimitar and fire blunderbuss are used to purify those impure things, and he is also a respected master of demon hunting."

"36 years old? What happened that year?" The sorceress liked this environment very much. It was like talking around the fire at night, and the noise around her seemed less uncomfortable.

"A plague took away his family, his wife, and his daughter. After that, Bert began to become gloomy, didn't like to talk, and didn't like to communicate with others. He locked himself in the house all day long, and waited until England After Archbishop Northam noticed something was wrong, it was already too late." Ryan shook his head: "Tonight is a banquet, and I don't want to talk about these things. If you are willing to listen, we can find a time to talk in detail later."

"Ms. Mercy gave us the thin priest and the fat doctor, cheers ~ Ryan" the sorceress took the juice.

"Cheers!" Ryan couldn't help but smile when he heard this saying.

This proverb implies that the fat priest will not give much relief to the poor, and the treatment plan of the thin doctor will not be very effective.

The medical level in this world is not very good. Since there are elves’ medical books for reference, it is better than the dark Middle Ages on earth, but it is also quite limited. If it weren’t for his spiritual power that can purify germs, Ryan thought that he would have it. May be troubled by illness.

The two of them chatted happily. The man's humorous words made the woman cover her mouth and giggle. The sorceress's beautiful face looked rosy beside the fireplace. From time to time, she turned her head to look at Ryan's handsome face, thinking about herself today. It still makes sense to dress up seriously.

Time slipped away quietly, and someone came to disturb them: "Mr. Lane?"

The person coming was Oliver. The imperial businessman finally found the opportunity to talk to Velarde. Unfortunately, Velarde refused the request to send troops to escort them. However, the Lord relaxed on some matters, and Oliver had some ideas. After harvesting, he hurriedly found Ryan.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he immediately felt the extremely unkind gaze from Teresa. The sorceress' gaze was like a needle prick, and the imperial merchant's head suddenly felt pain like a needle prick.

This is not an illusion, but a real feeling of pain, because even Ryan can feel the sorceress's magic fluctuations.

It seems that her body has recovered a lot.

Seeing the unhappy look on Theresa's face, Ryan reached out and patted the back of the woman's long white lace glove: "Theresa, business is important."

"So we didn't do anything serious before?" Unexpectedly, the woman turned her head unhappily, her silver eyes staring at him closely through black-rimmed glasses with butterfly patterns, her purple eyeshadow flickering slightly.

"When the discussion is over, we have plenty of time to have a good chat, don't we?" The man knew that he couldn't be angry with her at this time, so he whispered in her ear: "Of course I am willing to stay with the beautiful you for a while longer."

"Then let's go there together." Theresa nodded. The huge mental pressure lingering in the minds of the imperial merchants slowly faded away. Oliver's forehead was sweating. For the first time, he felt that walking with a spellcaster was not so good.

Any anger on her part may directly destroy the merchant's fragile life.

Because spellcasters have been affected by magic all the year round, their personalities will change to some extent. Ice magicians like Teresa are pretty good, but their personalities are colder and they don't like to talk to unfamiliar people, like Oliver learned that the great fire wizard of Marienburg had an extremely fiery temper, and he might explode immediately if he said anything that did not suit him.

The same goes for other spellcasters. For example, earth-type spellcasters have stubborn personalities, and magicians of the magic-type are easy to deal with. These are gossips spread among businessmen. Some people even compiled a manual "How to Get Along with Spellcasters" specifically for this purpose. A hot seller among adventurers and merchants.

When Ryan and Teresa followed Oliver to the round table where they were discussing, all the men at the round table were amazed by the sorceress's beautiful appearance and luxurious clothes, and then everyone felt like their heads were being pricked with needles. Wake up now.

"Welcome, Mr. Lane, Ms. Teresa." On the other hand, a short middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties and said in a hoarse voice next to the round table. He had messy hair like thatch and looked like he had been around for a long time. It had not been washed, and the tattered cloak was wrapped around his thin body and looked very ill-fitting. This man looked just like the farmers farming on the roadside. He had an appearance that would be forgotten at a glance.

A very dangerous man. If Ryan was not mistaken, this man should be Birger, the leader of the Gray Blade Mercenary Group.

interesting.

happy New Year to all!