"Sir, I recently discovered that 'young pine needles' are boiled with mountain spring water and taste very good. Can I prepare it for you tomorrow?"
Knowing that Olan loves to drink tea, Karin recently spent her free time experimenting with various dried leaves and other items. She tried it herself and only recommended it if she felt it tasted good.
And all these behaviors were just to say a few more words to the lord.
"come over."
"yes."
Karin approached and prepared to obey the lord's instructions, but she didn't expect that Oran had other things on his mind.
He had abstained from sex for many days before leaving for the expedition, but now he had an idea. He grabbed Karin and said something that made Karin's heart flutter.
"You can give me a son. In the future, my territory will be on the other side of the sea. I can ride a horse and take a boat without leaving the country for three days. The son you give birth to can also become a famous nobleman and marry a Frankish or Easterner." A noblewoman of Rome.”
Painting cakes is something Oran is good at, which makes Karin completely intoxicated by Oran's offensive in the hall.
This is bound to be a sleepless night.
The "war" didn't end until Olan couldn't even move his fingers.
This time "Karin won", and since then, Karin has always won most of the wars.
…
Inspired by the excitement of defeating Baron Moore, this time, 300 people were dispatched to clean up the territory. Oran ordered that it be completed within 20 days.
"Twenty days later, every road connecting us to Baron Ghazi will be open to traffic. When every bridge passes, there will be no bandits to collect tolls, and there will no longer be any homeless people hiding in any forest."
After giving the order, Kunsang worked day and night to clean up the territory.
On the nineteenth day, Kunsang led fifty people to surround a wild forest where the thieves were.
This is the last bandit force, and Kunsang doesn't waste time.
Under the strong attack, of this group of less than thirty bandits, twenty people finally escaped. They moved again and headed northwest to the two-year-old baron of County Durham - "Dasif Canaan" within the territory.
This was a group of horse thieves and thieves. Two days later in the morning, six of the twenty people appeared at the border of the territory, and they were immediately alerted by patrolling soldiers.
The person in charge of this area is a young knight. He is accompanied by a "young man" assigned to him by the superiors. The knight teaches the "young man" etiquette while maintaining the peace of the place.
"Knight Marcus, the thieves have invaded, why don't we move out and why are we still here?"
Asked the fifteen-year-old "Bol" in his second year of learning knightly etiquette. "
"What mistake did they make?" Marcus asked.
"He has the marks (tattoos) of a criminal on his face and is not one of our citizens," Bol said.
"Did they make a mistake in our territory? Isn't it that our people are not allowed to pass?" Marcus asked again.
"But what should they do if they commit murder or robbery?"
"You think they may have made a mistake, so you have to eliminate them first? What if you guessed wrong?"
"Knight Marcus, the reason why I came here to learn etiquette is because my sister said that others praised your skills, but since I came, what I have seen and heard is completely different."
"Boll's apprentice knight, tell me what's different?"
"Marcus" increased the "apprenticeship" to let Bol know that he was still his superior.
"You treat criminals leniently, and you often let people pass through the border without checking. Even soldiers dare to talk about you behind your back. As a noble, you are looked down upon, and we are looked down upon as a whole."
What kind of aristocrat is a knight? What kind of aristocrat is he?
"Before you become a border knight, you should obey orders. One of the knightly etiquette is to respect and be loyal to your master."
Marcus smiled and walked away without arguing or responding.
He was too lazy to speak. As long as he was still the commander here, he would do things this way.
Bol was a little angry when he saw Marcus's attitude. He hated this smile. He hated that these people thought that he relied on his sister to become a knight, and that he was a waste relying on nepotism.
He wanted to prove himself, so he went privately and called the soldiers, "Follow me."
A veteran told him, "Mr. Boll, you should listen to the captain. Many criminals become like this because they can't survive. According to my understanding, the captain will send someone to contact him privately to ask questions, and only then will the homeless be put into the collar if they are sure to be safe." Inside."
There were a few things that Bol couldn't understand before, but in the end Marcus handled them correctly, and Bol also calmed down a little.
But the veteran’s last look was the same as Marcus’s!
He felt that everyone was scorning him, and he could no longer bear to be treated as a fool.
If you can't refute Marcus, you can't order you civilians?
"I don't know what you are afraid of. As a knight, you should abide by the seven virtues!"
"Be brave and good at fighting, and you will become a knight!"
In the end, Bohr forcibly took four people to set off. These four people were afraid that Bohl was a relative of the "Baron's mother" and was also a soldier sent by the Baron's castle, so they could only go with Bohr.
After setting out for a while, Bol found that the six people were being led back to the town by two of Marcus's soldiers, so he approached.
"Lord Bol." The two soldiers recognized Bol and said hello.
"Where to send them?"
"After investigation, it was found that these six people committed minor crimes. According to the law, they can go to the forest farm to help."
"Whose decree? Marcus' decree? Who is he to decide all this?"
Bol held his sword, walked up to the six men with murderous intent, and said, "I'm here to question you, stand down."
The twenty people who escaped wanted to see if they could be accepted by this territory. The six people who had not made any big mistakes were exposed first, while the others secretly watched from a distance.
There are many thick weeds as tall as a man growing in this place, and thieves hide among them.
Bol's brows and eyes were filled with aristocratic arrogance, and he spoke in a bad tone to a short man among the six, "Have you ever killed anyone?"
"No... sir!"
With a swipe sound, Bol pulled out his long sword, imitating the movements of other nobles in torturing criminals, and put the sword on one person's neck.
"Have you ever killed anyone?"
Bol's eyes widened and he continued to yell. He was a knight like this, full of masculine dignity. In contrast, Marcus looked like a sissy and spoke softly.
"If you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you!"
Bol raised his sword high and prepared to lower it. The sword would stop in mid-air.
Last year, Ivar the Boneless's troops invaded, and he was treated in this way by a Viking. In the end, he became frightened and knelt down to beg for mercy, committing a "humiliating and shameful act."
"He" kept washing himself, but he always felt dirty.
When the Vikings retreated, Bol cut his hair short and changed his name. "He" wanted to become a powerful warrior before the next Viking invasion!
This sword of judgment will never fall, but others don’t know it.
A cold arrow suddenly shot out from the grass in the distance. The leader of the thieves among the twenty people stood up from the haystack and shot an arrow with the hunting bow he got from the dead knight, hitting Boer's shoulder.
Although the wound was not deep, he had never suffered like this before, and suddenly he couldn't even hold the sword steadily. .
The soldiers all drew their weapons, but the six refugee thieves could only fight with all their might.
When the dust settled, all four men brought out by Boer were killed in battle, and the two soldiers who had led the way fled to look for reinforcements.
Boer was surrounded by thieves, and he was too afraid to move.
The combat effectiveness of the soldiers is much higher than that of the thieves, so even if the thieves win, there will only be eight people left.
"Noble? I'm going to cook you!"
More than forty meters away, the bandit leader who had not caught up with the deserters picked up a sword on the ground and looked at Bol's face in front of him. He wanted to make Bol feel pain!
He planned to use the hilt of the sword to smash Bol's teeth first!
"boom!"
Suddenly a cold arrow was shot, and the leader of the thieves who had just taken two steps fell down.
In the distance, a noble emerged from the grass about half a man tall, followed by thirteen soldiers. Two of the soldiers were the two who had just escaped.
Marcus! You can be saved!
Bol endured the pain and cursed, "Give me a breath! I want to do it myself."
The leader of the thieves fell, and the other four fled. The soldiers around Marcus quickly caught up.
The only ones left on the field were the thieves leader, Bol, and the border knight Marcus.
Marcus ignored Bol.
The second arrow, the posture was perfect, the bowstring was fully extended, but... it missed.
The third arrow was concentrated and waited for a gust of wind to blow before shooting it, but it strayed further.
The fourth arrow...this time almost hit Bol's crotch.
The fifth arrow... When Marcus was about to change his position again, the bandit leader finally couldn't bear it anymore. He watched three arrows flying past his body in succession. The pressure was too great. The arrow just hit his waist, and he felt the most intense pain. After holding back, he regained some of his fighting ability.
With the thought of dying together, the leader of the thieves stood up and drew an arrow, but the angle was too close and passed Marcus. Marcus decisively dropped his bow and quickly closed the distance.
Seeing this, the bandit leader also abandoned his bow and picked up the sword beside him.
At the last moment of his life, he was not a thief, but faced the enemy like a knight.
Marcus was not injured and was only wearing light armor. He inherited his father's territorial position at the age of sixteen. He had been chasing criminals on the border all year round and had developed a pair of iron legs. When he ran, he was as fast as a ball of wind.
"bump!"
When the leader of the thieves was still a few meters away from Boll, he first received a direct sword attack called "Bull Crash".
Precisely and quickly, with one sword piercing the skin, Marcus killed the thief leader.
After Marcus wiped the blood on the knight's sword, he put it in its sheath.
"What the fuck is wrong with you."
Bol yelled, the first arrow was so accurate! But the second one was just like a joke?
Marcus still kept smiling, because Bol was right, his eyes would have a sense of deviation when looking at distant scenery, and he could not grasp the distance between near and far.
But as long as the distance is no more than ten meters away, he can accurately capture the opponent's movements and eyes!
Ten meters away, there was astigmatism and mist.
Within ten meters, the eagle looks with wolf eyes!
He is the strongest melee knight and is invincible in short-distance sprinting!
However, no one in the territory has discovered this ability.
In fact, even Marcus himself didn't expect that he would be lucky enough to hit such a long distance.
After ten years of shooting arrows, this was the first time I succeeded with one shot from more than 100 meters away.
Marcus walked over and looked at Bol. He still had the same smile, but this time his smile made Bol shiver!
"I have been prepared. This group of bandits are the criminals who escaped from the 'Olan Vijay' cleanup area. Not only this group, there are hundreds of people who escaped.
I was going to lure these people out and manage them under unified management, but because of your recklessness, so many people died. If word spreads, those thieves who are hiding will be afraid and cause trouble. What should I do? How should I deal with you? "
Queen Bol became frightened, recalling how fast Marcus' sword strike just now was!
His body shook twice, and the sword penetrated the thief. After the sword passed through the thief's body, he turned the sword before withdrawing it, stirring the flesh and bones, making a sound of cracking bones, and at the same time, the thief died immediately.
How much combat experience is required to accomplish this in an instant?!
"I……"
"What are you!"
"I just did what a knight should do!"
"What is a knight?"
"Be brave and good at fighting, and not afraid of difficulties, only then can you become a knight!"
"screw you!"
Marcus bent down, grabbed the wound where Bol was shot by the thief, and pressed hard, causing Bol to cry in pain.
"A man's name makes him a man?"
"Is it a man to be pretentious when talking?"
"Only when you know your mistakes, can correct them, and treat others with kindness can you become a knight!"
After Marcus finished his three sentences, he slapped him, and then reached out to pick Bol up again.
"I have no right to judge you. Those who died are all your soldiers. I will send you back to the castle and let the baron deal with you."
There is no resurrection after death, and Marcus wants to teach Bol a lesson, but not now.
With "Olan", there are too many things happening at the border. Considering Bol's identity, it will be even more troublesome if he conflicts with the main city again.
Don't be emotional at any time.
"Restraint and flexibility are the only way to survive."
This is the eight-character family motto of "Marcus Milo".
