Chapter 357, the Precedent for Serf Promotion

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Bertrand! Everyone in the bar opened their eyes wide.

This famous archery expert is well-known in the Earl of Glamorgan. Since he surrendered to Earl Lane, he has made many achievements and meritorious deeds on the battlefield, especially in the war against the Beastmen. Bertrand often became The winner and loser of the battlefield——His archery skills are really good. When the battle situation is tense, Bertrand can always kill the enemy leader by sniping, allowing the human army to win the final victory.

After the surrender, Bertrand was promoted by Ryan again and again, from the commander of the archer platoon to the commander of the archer company, and then promoted to the deputy battalion commander of the Chalon Forest Patrol Battalion, with an annual salary of thirty gold crowns. Bertrand relied on his own His strength has been respected by everyone in the territory, and even some knight masters occasionally chat with him.

Therefore, Bertrand gradually got a nickname, called "Green Arrow" Bertrand, which means that he always likes to wear green cloaks, tights and his precise shooting skills are comparable to wood elves.

"Okay, I'll be right here, what else do you want?" The proprietress Mattie nodded quickly, she almost stooped down with a flattering smile: "It's really impressive that a big man like you can visit this small shop. "

"Ha~ What's the matter, I'm used to it." Bertrand had two long mustaches. He threw a silver coin and landed on the bar. The proprietress' hand speed was comparable to the strongest wanderer. Hands were wiped from the table, and it was as if nothing had ever appeared on the greasy bar.

There were whispers in the bar until an alcoholic spoke up.

"Bertrand! Are you going to be promoted to knight?"

"Bertrand! After you become a knight, will you still remember us mud legs?"

"Can you buy me a drink? Bertrand, I'm out of money."

Facing the people's repeated questioning, Bertrand laughed heartily: "Haha~ How can it be so easy, what do you think is a master knight? You think that if the lady in the lake sends an oracle, everyone will have the opportunity to become a master knight." Wake up? Wake up, there are only three places a year! You should think about whether your performance can be recognized by Earl Ryan!"

"I didn't say we could, we thought you had a chance!" said a scruffy-dressed alcoholic with a long beard, a little resentfully: "I said, buy me a bar, and I don't want anything else. .”

"Hey, you old guy, you just care about your almost empty wine glass!" Bertrand cursed a few words, and then sat next to Raymond.

The proprietress immediately came over and poured Bertrand a full glass of Imperial stout, which was almost overflowing.

Raymond was a little unhappy that his limelight was taken away by Bertrand, but he really had nothing to compare with Bertrand. Although the young man was unavoidably young and energetic, he also knew that he was just the earl's soldier now. Without even the status of a free citizen, young people can only bow their heads and drink alcohol.

The wine is always drunk very quickly, and Raymond found that the large wooden beer glass, which can hold hundreds of milliliters, had bottomed out unknowingly. .

The proprietress immediately noticed Raymond's strange behavior, and she walked up to the young man with a smile: "Guest, do you want a refill?"

"Hmm..." Raymond was caught in a dilemma. It was his plan to drink a large glass of Imperial Stout, but if he drank a second glass, it would mean spending another 80 copper coins. The salary is good, and the money can't be spent like this.

Lei Meng, who was born in a poor family and managed to escape with his old mother and younger brother, knows the truth of saving money, but the good face of the young man makes him a little bit reluctant. The proprietress means that you have to refill your drink or prepare to leave. It is common sense not to stay after drinking alcohol.

Many drinkers secretly laughed. After all, the earl's soldier was too young and naive. For the drinkers, if they wanted to hang on, the bottom of the glass would be one-third to one-quarter not moving. common sense.

Just when Raymond was debating whether to take out another silver coin to refill his glass, Bertrand took out another silver coin, and pointed to Raymond beside him: "Mattie, refill this little brother's glass!"

"It's also Imperial Stout?" Marty became interested. The proprietress doesn't care who pays, she just pours the wine when someone pays.

"Okay, it's also Imperial Stout."

Raymond's glass was also filled, and young people always had the illusion that the refill was more full than the first one.

"Why did you invite me to drink this?" Raymond didn't drink first like many alcoholics, he frowned: "I don't think I know you...or you don't know me, Mr. Bertrand."

"You know me...I know you too. You are the one who came from the north and entered the earl's halberd camp." Bertrand made a gesture.

The meaning of the gesture is obvious, fugitive slave.

Britannia knew that many serfs had become fugitive slaves and came to the south. Knight King Richard originally wanted to send someone to check the situation, but with the invasion of Chaos and the death of 100,000 people, the kingdom's attention was focused on resisting the barbarian aggression .

After Ryan killed Egil and repelled the barbarians, the dukes in the north could only hold their noses and suffer this dumb loss, because the best time for investigation has passed, and there is no way to investigate after the civilians suffered heavy casualties. Things become muddled.

"So?" Raymond's voice was displeased.

"I have seen your training, I have seen your courage, I don't know what supports you, but I want to toast you." Bertrand continued.

Now Raymond understood.

When he entered the halberd camp, he once experienced the most severe test.

These halberd recruits were instructed to put on armor, hold halberds, and form a formation. After they formed their formation, a dozen or so fully armed ranger knights rushed towards these recruits unexpectedly.

At that time, most of the recruits turned around and ran away in fright. There were only two people in the whole row standing in place until the end. One of them was Raymond. The knights reined in their horses and stopped when they were two meters away from these recruits.

Relying on this, Raymond finally succeeded in becoming a regular.

"Well, thank you, Mr. Bertrand, I wish you good health." Raymond raised his glass.

"Congratulations!" Bertrand also picked up his glass.

After taking a few more sips of dark beer, the atmosphere gradually heated up, and the proprietress brought some barbecue and appetizers. The men became acquainted easily in this way, and everyone chatted loudly about which potential stocks have a chance to be promoted to the knight, Earl Who is the favorite.

After discussing for a while, the topic came to the history of Brittania, the only story of five serfs being promoted to nobles in the millennium.

Everyone is most interested in this. Most of the serfs don't know how to count, but they can roughly know that the chance of being promoted to a knight has increased a lot!

From five in a thousand years to three in a year, this is a qualitative leap!

"Bertrand, do you know the story of the five serfs? We only know the story of the Duchess of Huameisi!" Some alcoholics yelled loudly. They drank bad barley wine and kept asking Bertrand: " I know you are well-informed and literate, can you tell me something about it? How did they become nobles by His Majesty the King?"

"This, this is actually not a secret. Since you want to hear it, let me tell you about it." Bertrand attached great importance to literacy. After he surrendered to Ryan, he repeatedly asked Ryan to send someone to teach him literacy. After more than a year of hard work and a little foundation, Bertrand was considered to have a high level of education among serfs.

"Talk and talk!" exclaimed the drunkards, how wonderful it was to be able to listen to stories without a bard.

"Who should I start with... Let's start with Hubard." Bertrand held up the big wooden cup: "I'm going to talk about Hubard first, because Hubard's story is the simplest."

"Hubard is an ordinary serf who has been farming for generations. He has no strength. He is just lucky."

"Just like usual, one day he went into the forest to try his luck to see if he could get something to eat. As a result, he happened to save a duke's daughter who was favored by a lady. This duke's daughter was besieged by beastmen and died On the eve of the day, Hubbard relied on his experience to risk his life to save the duke's concubine daughter, and took her out of the forest, because of his great contribution, the king made him a knight."

"Oh, my God! This Mr. Hubbard is really a lucky dog!" A serf complained, "Why don't I have such good luck...Go on, Bertrand, what happened after Hubard gone?"

"Hubard's luck ended here. He died on the battlefield on the fifty-second day after he became a nobleman, and he failed to survive the first battle of his knight career. This is most likely because of his poor strength. "

"Hey hey~" The bar was full of gloating laughter, the serfs were not master knights, they had not gone through solid military training, they were knighted hastily and rushed to the battlefield, their ending was already doomed.

"What about the second one?"

"The second man is called Vier, a Lyonnaiser, an illegitimate son, a pious young man with violent emotions and visions, and he always claims to see visions of ladies, and the people of the village are half-believing , decided to make him a caretaker in the Church of the Holy Grail in the village." Bertrand told the story of the second serf who was promoted to nobility: "One night, Vier was inspired by the lady, and he excitedly used the chapel to pile up The wood and fragments collected from other places built the first trebuchet in history... Yes, it is the counterweight trebuchet that our kingdom is now equipped with. When the northern barbarians went south to plunder, Vier relied on Catapults threw boulders and sank many of the barbarian dragon boats, forcing the barbarians to retreat."

"After the war, Vier was brought to the king by the knights, and his design was valued by the kingdom. The king rewarded him with five goats, three big fat pigs and a cow, a copper wreath and a Gold Crown's big iron plate... It is said that this is more than all the wealth that Viye could have imagined. His Highness, the Lake God and Witch, promoted him to a nobleman. Trebuchet craftsmen."

"Hey, this is seeing a vision of a lady and being inspired by a lady. We ordinary people don't have such luck." The serfs complained again: "Mr. Bertrand, you are not talking nonsense, are you?"

"Jokes are not nonsense, and adaptations are not random compilations. How could I talk nonsense? I asked the knight master, and they told me."

Well, another way has been cut off.

"The third person is Jacques, Baron Beaumarchais of the Duchy of Wenford."

"Strictly speaking, Jacques is not an ordinary serf. His father is a senior sergeant and the baron's warden. His mother is a famous seamstress who is best at sewing exquisite clothes for the lord. Just eat well, grow tall, and have the opportunity to train with the knights."

"It was under these circumstances that Jacques grew into a strong, handsome man who became a shepherd at a young age."

"Wow, another lucky guy." The drinkers in the bar nodded one after another. Shepherd is not a lowly job. To become a shepherd, a serf must have a flock of sheep.

"This young shepherd is born with supernatural powers and is a well-known handsome man. Therefore, he has also been favored by the baron's daughter, Ms. Isabel. It is said that this Ms. Isabel has been planning how to marry him since that day."

"Opportunity came as it came. One day, Jacques was attacked by a group of greenskins when he went out to herd the sheep. As a result, the young shepherd not only did not escape, but took out his weapon, shouted the name of a lady, and killed the group of greenskins. clean."

"This incident alarmed the lady. The lady commended Jacques verbally. The serfs all regarded Jacques as a hero of the principality. Miss Isabel took the opportunity to make an exception and granted Jacques the title of Ranger Knight, and the king also agreed."

The serfs sighed again, thinking who can kill a group of green skins by himself?

"The story doesn't end here. Not long after, Isabel's father, the former Baron Beaumarchais, died in battle. Since the son of Baron Beaumarchais is only a knight-errant (the heir of the baron must have the title of knight of the kingdom, otherwise he cannot inherit the title), So Ms. Isabel released a training task, whoever can slay the dragon will be able to become the new baron."

"Jacques and the baron's son, Aghavan, set off together. The two of them crossed the mountains and found the dragon's lair. After a hard fight, Aghavan slashed the dragon's throat with his sword, and Jacques stabbed the sword into the dragon's lair. heart."

"..." The serfs have nothing f**k to say. To become a master knight, one must not only be able to slaughter a group of greenskins, but also be able to slay dragons?

"Both Jacques and Aghawan deeply admired each other's bravery. They both insisted that the other party was the dragon slayer. After the dispute, they returned to the territory and asked Miss Isabel to rule. Miss Isabel claimed that the person who pierced the dragon's heart was the one On the grounds of Jacques, Jacques was announced as the winner, and Miss Isabel married herself to Jacques, and Jacques became Baron Beaumarchais."

Raymond was speechless, and he felt that something was broken in his heart.

That thing is called a dream.

It is extremely difficult for serfs to become a knight lord.

"And the last one, Bertrand?"

"Very good! It seems that you all understand your gap." Bertrand took a sip of the Imperial stout and began to tell the last story.

"So, are you ready? I'm going to tell you the story of the last serf who became a knight, and the most legendary of all."

"That's Pawar's story."

"From serfs to Holy Grail knights."