Chapter 356, Knight Promotion Order

PS: Let me make a complaint here. In many chapters recently, many people like to read Slaanesh memes, but they don’t know what Slaanesh is. The teaching of Slaanesh is to pursue spiritual stimulation and indulge all thoughts to get enough spiritual enjoyment, and Not many people think that Slaanesh = sexual desire, this understanding is very superficial, and it seems very boring.

Only two weeks have passed since the wedding ceremony of the champion of the Fairy of the Lake, Earl of Glamorgan, Ryan Malcador. From the serfs in the most remote villages in the kingdom to the Knight King's palace in Korona, Ryan's wedding is being discussed everywhere.

This burst of heat has not yet passed, and another oracle came out from the Cathedral of the Fairy in the Lake, which completely shocked the entire Kingdom of Britannia. The oracle of the nymph brought to mortals.

"Madam oracle, the darkness invades, the barbarians in the north watch the wolves, they are extremely vicious, the greenskins in the east are rampant, their crimes are endless, the undead spirits corrupt the earth, steal the country, surrounded by four enemies, to save the people from fire and water, and to defend the country from the enemy In addition, the decree allows the dukes of Brittania to select brave, pious and determined people and award them the title of knight."

——Morgiana, the Lake Goddess Witch

This oracle from the fairy in the lake was like boiling oil in a hot pot, completely igniting the entire kingdom. From serfs, freemen to knights and nobles with titles, a huge commotion was detonated. Under the night, countless serfs They gathered together, frantically discussing that there are serfs who can be promoted to knights? This is nothing short of a miracle!

Many serfs wept bitterly. They didn't expect that ladies would pay so much attention to them lowly people, and would be willing to allow their lowly self to be promoted to the rank of knights. People gathered in dilapidated taverns after work, drinking cheap and sour wine. Barley wine, eating toast, loudly discussing who has the opportunity to be promoted to become a knight lord, especially the sergeants and rangers, as professional soldiers and low-level officers who spend the longest time with the knight lord, they have become popular Every day, wherever they go, they are surrounded by serfs, and everyone is asking, how to become a knight? Do I still have a chance?

Facing the oracle of the fairy in the lake, the great nobles of Brittania were uncharacteristically silent. Even if some nobles objected, they were just gestures, and most of them still did not express their opinions. At this time, many nobles, especially those conservative dukes, just told Morgiana that maybe one or two a year would be more reasonable.

The very important reason why the dukes did not oppose fiercely is that the Chaos invasion in the north at the beginning of the year caused heavy losses to the north of the kingdom. Many duchies even failed to have a full staff of knights, and there was a serious shortage of serf infantry regiments, sergeants, and rangers.

Ryan seized this excellent opportunity to ask the fairy in the lake to throw out this oracle, and the big nobles would not strongly object, because the smart big nobles know that this oracle is very beneficial to their recruitment and motivation of serfs. Enthusiasm, the possibility of three places per year to shake the rule of the nobility does not exist.

The oracle of the goddess came from the Earl of Glamorgan, so this place was the most lively place to discuss.

The time has entered the early winter, and the earldom began to be shrouded in ice and snow. This year's winter came a few days earlier than before. When the sun's rays were shrouded in dark clouds, when the winter wheat was covered in white snow, when the trees withered and their bare branches stretched feebly towards the sky, when The village fell into depression and silence. When people always wrap their clothes tightly and curl up by the fire to warm up at night, even the serfs will know that winter is coming.

Jin towns and the like have more vitality than other places. Even in the middle of winter, you can see many residents walking on the streets. The streets are paved with stone slabs. Pedestrians come and go, but most of them are in a hurry because no one is there. Willing to spend long hours outside in the damn weather.

There are many small merchants and hawkers on the street, all of them are strictly restricted to a little place in front of the street shop,

Pedestrians are not allowed to occupy the aisle, but these small vendors can always sneak into the middle of the road treacherously, selling their own small commodities. Once a patrol team passes by, they quickly retreat to the "safety line". "Fighting" with the guards has become a common practice in the town, and the residents are no strangers to it.

The largest commodity procurement and trading center in the town is the "Oliver Chamber of Commerce" not far from the Earl's Castle. Oliver, a merchant from the empire, presides over the sale of various commodities, and there is an endless stream of merchants from all over the place to trade here every day.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the afterglow of the setting sun slowly fell behind the Oracle Mountains, and another day ended. Raymond, a fugitive slave from the Principality of Lyonnasai, was wearing a suit of valuable leather clothes, especially the leather clothes wrapped outside. The comfortable bearskin coat looked like a person of status. This regular halberd soldier of the halberd battalion walked through the streets alone. There were many snowflakes on his brown hair.

This fugitive slave from Lyonnaise is now an official soldier of the Halberd Battalion. He has just undergone very hard training today, which is even harder than the hard labor he served to the knight master when he was in Lyonnaise.

But the treatment here is also much better, at least the meal is full. At noon, he also tasted a bowl of thick corn broth. Everyone has a share of the broth, and each person has a big bone in the soup. Raymond He gnawed off all the meat on the bone, licked the surface of the bone, and sucked the bone marrow dry.

Exhaling a breath of cold air, the young halberd soldier held a few silver coins in his arms. He hesitated for a while, and gave up walking towards the downtown area, but moved to an area with few people in the town.

Now, the most expensive land in Jean Town is the city center not far from the Earl's Castle - the Avenue of Champions, which is full of dense buildings, many of which are leased to merchants and nobles, and there are also many knight-errants. Settled there, the houses there are all made of stone tiles, oak structure, beautiful and strong, it is a place where many knights and businessmen flock to, and many sergeants also dream of buying a house there.

The farther away from the city center, the newer and simpler the houses. There are still many wooden houses, but it is said that the expansion will continue soon. The town has been expanded twice, but it is still overcrowded. The third expansion There are endless rumors that maybe work will start after the Chinese New Year.

After walking through a few streets, Raymond found himself in a row of double-storey houses. This kind of street has always been a representative of half-residential and half-commercialization. There are few pedestrians on the roadside, and many houses are closed. , only the firelight in the room and the black smoke from the chimney showed that people lived here.

If it is this kind of street... Raymond looked around, and he found a house. A wooden sign was hung in front of this house with a noose, and an ugly caricature of a dog and a bear was drawn on the sign. Fortunately, There are words at the bottom.

"Bear Bar".

In Jin Town, there is a bar on almost every street. This bar has three functions: hotel, restaurant and retail store. This bear bar looks ordinary, and there are human voices in it from time to time. The door of the shop is half-closed, maybe the owner is in pain and opens the door to let the cold wind blow in or close the door to refuse customers, and finally has to choose such a half-covered way, wanting to refuse and welcome.

Raymond doesn't care, there's beer and barbecue here, and that's enough.

"Boom~" The door was gently pushed open, and Lei Meng walked into the bar.

The wooden floor is covered with thick straw, and candles made of animal fat illuminate the dark interior of the bar. The long bar is somewhat greasy. At least one waiter is using a rag to scrub the bar table vigorously. Behind the bar, A lady proprietress was pouring wine, and two rows of cabinets were filled with all kinds of liquor, from the worst Breton ale to Imperial Stout, Kislev Vodka, Mead and Whiskey, inferior from Winford Wine also occupies a corner - as we all know, Earl Lane's wife, Mrs. Suria, is the first daughter of Duke Wenford. In addition to high-quality wine, this duchy is also rich in low-quality wine.

It seems that there is no problem with high-quality wine being drunk by nobles and low-quality wine being drunk by low-level civilians.

Inside the bar, the long bar was full of drinkers, and there were only one or two seats left. There were two wooden tables next to it, and there were many people sitting there. When Raymond opened the door, almost everyone Focusing on him, most of them are middle-aged men with sloppy beards wearing black or brown cloaks.

The bearskin coat on his body and his young features and face seemed out of place in this bar, but as Raymond firmly believed, none of this would stop him from having a good drink here.

"It's the earl's soldier!"

"He is our count's halberdier!"

"I've heard of them. The soldiers of the Halberd Battalion are all heroes. They once fought against the Chaos God's Chosen Warriors of the northern barbarians in the Battle of Lyonnaise!"

"Good man! I, Duff, give you a toast!"

The drinkers and drunkards in the bar quickly recognized Raymond's identity from the badge and military uniform on his body. In the Earl of Glamorgan, the Earl's soldiers were always respected and praised, and every serf longed for a home. Send out a sergeant or ranger and get the whole family freedmen.

This is Raymond's self-confidence, his self-confidence in his own identity, this sense of self-confidence fascinated him, it was the respect he could not feel when he was a serf in Lyonnaise.

"Welcome, Mr. Earl's Halberdier, what can I do for you?" The proprietress had lowered her head to pour the wine and was busy counting the coins in her jar, but when she saw Raymond walking straight towards the bar, the proprietress quickly raised her head , barely showing a smile.

"Beer." Raymond found a stool in front of the bar and sat down, and said directly.

"Local ale or something else?" the proprietress seemed to be testing him.

"Imperial Stout." Of course, Raymond knew what the local ale was. It was drunk by down-and-out serfs who didn't want to make progress. They didn't drink it. He was the earl's soldier.

"A cup, a small bucket?" The proprietress knew that this was someone who knew the goods, so she continued.

"A small keg." Raymond stared at the beer keg in the cabinet. This kind of beer keg may store seven or eight liters of beer. He didn't know how much water was mixed in it, but it shouldn't be too much—— If a bar was too watered down, it wouldn't have so many customers.

"Huh?" The proprietress seemed to be less than thirty years old, and she was good-looking, she spread her hands.

Raymond handed over a silver coin.

The silver coin disappeared into the sleeve of the proprietress in an instant. The proprietress ordered twenty copper coins for him, then took out a huge wooden beer mug, filled it with a large dark brown liquid, and put it in Raymond's cup. In front of him: "Anything else, sir?"

"Let's do this first." Raymond took the beer glass. This huge beer glass is the so-called "kettle", about 650 milliliters. If it is a "glass" of beer, it is a mug, about one One hundred and fifty to two hundred milliliters.

The dark beer from the Empire has a strong aroma, and the surface of the beer is foamy, and it is very comfortable to swallow. At least it is much stronger than the local sour barley wine.

After one sip, he drank one-third of the big glass. Just as Lei Meng was about to say something, the door opened, and the wind and snow swept into the room. Lei Meng frowned and subconsciously looked at the door.

Wearing a green sergeant's cloak, chain mail and a gorgeous burqa, a figure with a big bow behind his back appeared at the door of the bar.

"Oh, hello, Monsieur Bertrand! What brought you to my shop?"

"Have an Imperial Stout first, Mattie."

"OK."