Without any precaution or deliberateness, you just appeared in my world and brought me surprises that I couldn't help but feel. 【Read the latest chapter】
But you happened to be like this, quietly walking away without me knowing it.
From my world, it slowly fades away, and all that remains are memories.
You exist... deeply in my mind, in my heart, in my dreams, and in my second brother's room.
With a trace of fantasy, a trace of luck, and a trace of self-deception, Wilton looked at the group of beauties at the center of the banquet stage, holding hands amidst everyone's blessings.
With two parts of sadness, three parts of unwillingness, and five parts of despair, Wilton left this banquet that was not his own.
I don’t know why it was so urgent. From the announcement of the engagement to the wedding ceremony, there were only three short days. There was not even time for Wilton to act coquettishly with his father and mother. All the plans were rushed before they were fully conceived. Time is killed in delusion.
Goodbye Alia, my lovely girl.
Goodbye Alia, my beautiful first love.
Do you really hate Alex? No, Wilton himself knew that Alex was not at fault for the whole thing, but the young boy who had entered the rebellious period early could not explain why he was so irritable.
In the end, after asking his personal attendant to go home with a message, Wilton knocked on the door of the Knights of the Kingdom's Church in Alterac City.
My father was busy with political affairs and had no time to discipline himself. After my mother became pregnant, she seemed very tired and had no energy to discipline herself.
So as long as he doesn't get dissatisfied with his parents and is grounded, Wilton is still very satisfied with his current free-range life.
"Second Young Master, you are here."
When Todd Sackhoff saw Wilton, he quickly greeted him and bowed in greeting.
"It's Todd. I'm spending the night here today."
"I understand, I'll make arrangements right away."
As Carlos's personal attendant since childhood, Todd now has a prominent status.
But the strange thing is that Carlos did not promote Todd to the palace steward as usual. Instead of taking Todd with him, he placed him at the headquarters of the Royal Guild Knights to manage the logistics.
Many people speculated that Todd had fallen out of favor because of something that had offended Carlos.
But Wilton knew. How much my eldest brother values this emerging Royal Religion National Knights, and how much trust he has in putting Todd here.
Although when he was young, he followed his two brothers around the mountains and plains, and Todd always took care of himself. But as he grew older, Wilton inevitably became tainted with some of the arrogance of the nobility. Even though he was close to him in his heart, his tone was still bossy and arrogant.
However, Todd didn't take it seriously. He casually summoned a subordinate, arranged a few words, and prepared to follow Wilton and wait for orders.
"Go and do your work, I know this place well."
Wilton waved his hand. Said impatiently.
Todd was stunned, smiled, bowed and questioned again, then turned and left.
Out of sight of Wilton, Todd took out a copper bell and shook it, and soon two guys whose faces could not be seen appeared from the shadow.
"Follow Master Wilton. There is no need to show up unless there are special circumstances."
After saying that, the two of them disappeared quickly. Todd thought for a while, felt that there was nothing wrong, and left quickly.
Meeting the second young master by chance was just a small piece of music. The account verification of the entire Knights has not yet been completed. The work arranged by the eldest young master is the top priority, and Todd still understands the importance.
Like Todd, Wilton didn't take it seriously when he encountered a minor C song.
Idol worship is a behavioral instinct possessed by all social creatures. In Wilton's life. His father and eldest brother are his idols. As he grew older, his ignorant desire for power made the image of Carlos grow taller and clearer in Wilton's heart.
Therefore, the profession of Paladin is also full of attraction for Wilton.
Although it has only been established for a short period of time, and only one group of people have graduated so far, the Royal Knights of the Ecclesiastical Order has become a legend in Alterac.
The promotion capital of nobles, the road to heaven for common people.
There is nothing new under the sun. Although Carlos's plan seems very novel to Azeroth, once you raise your horizons, it's just that.
An improved version of the Junkers.
The social system must conform to the development of social productive forces.
The experience of otherworldly earth cannot be transferred to Azeroth, and engaging in Red Dawn and bourgeois reforms is a dead end. In a world where humans are not alone, the feudal system has its unique advantages.
However, since the virtual collapse of the Arathor Empire, today's human kingdom is essentially a semi-feudal and semi-slave society with a city-state federation.
In order to consolidate the royal power, seek development, and achieve a more grand ideal plan, Carlos must strengthen the centralization of monarchy.
But how to strengthen it?
The tiger's body trembled and his big hand waved?
Don't make trouble, it won't do any good, who will mess with you?
Carlos doesn't have the power of Sargeras to kneel, lick, talk, or die. A collection of interests with a common goal is the only way out.
So, after filling it out thousands of times in my mind, militarism is the most perfect.
If it weren't for the fear of too much shock, Carlos would have wanted to popularize Spartan education in Alterac.
But the ideal is very full, and the reality is very basic.
The basis of his own rule is based on the decadent power-vassal relationship.
The wishes of his supporters are also very simple and clear - more power, more benefits.
In Azeroth, where magic and technology coexist, nobles, mages, and surplus farmers and merchants are the representatives of advanced productivity.
After realizing this pale and heavy reality, Carlos understood that revolution was not suitable for Azeroth, and political reform was the only way out.
Therefore, building a new king-supporting class has become a top priority.
This was also a major reason that prompted Carlos to reorganize and establish the Royal Order of the Ecclesiarchy.
Create a promotion channel for the solidified class and ease social conflicts.
Create new impetus for the stability of the royal power and win over the hearts of the middle and upper classes.
I am your king, your leader, your mentor, your hero...your spiritual idol.
The deepest reflection is that Carlos is cultivating a personality and secretly mythologizing himself.
Some nobles across the country understand it a little, and some are still confused. However, the king's decree requiring all marquises with more than two sons to send one of their children to the Royal Knights to receive nine years of primary education as a paladin has been adopted throughout the country. implement.
A hostage. Protons, that's not unusual. Your Majesty, you can just send them to us if you want them.
Paladin, the royal family helps us train our son for free. This matter is necessary.
So the third batch of more than 2,400 Paladin apprentices became Wilton's good playmates.
The first batch of Paladins were consecrated by Carlos himself, and they had been consumed into "dead remnants" in the cruel war.
The second batch of paladins are "half-way goods" transformed from adult warriors by assault training based on the canon written by Carlos. Now he is in the army, taking on the role of mid-level and low-level commanders and commandos.
This third batch of paladin apprentices is a young class composed of 1,400 noble protons and 1,000 children of fallen soldiers.
Carlos was even a little regretful that he had too many things to do, otherwise he would have really wanted to go back to the Knights' station to live out his addiction as an instructor.
Inhumanely applying the life training model of the alien earth pla, Carlos looked forward to the new batch of paladins with malicious intentions.
As the executor, he is the instructor who is called "The King's Shichibukai" by the poor apprentices.
Second only to the seven instructors under the great and wise King Carlos whose martial arts attainments are as profound as the stars and the sea.
At this time, it was the time for the apprentices to go to class C before going to bed. Wilton did not need anyone to guide him, and he found the correct training ground just by listening to the call signs.
"A strong body is the foundation of all great achievements. Without a solid foundation, any superb martial arts is just a dream."
It is impossible for just seven instructors to manage more than 2,000 apprentices.
The last batch of "half-way paladins" who were promoted to further training due to their meritorious service during the war received in-depth transformation while serving as temporary instructors.
The aura cultivated in the blood and fire was not something that the young masters could resist. The apprentices who were doing push-ups with their fists blushed and let out painful and stubborn growls.
Seeing this, Wilton's mood improved inexplicably.
Sure enough, happiness is based on the pain of others.
"Instructor Iron Mask, can I talk to you?"
The Knights have regulations that allow instructors and apprentices to refrain from saluting their superiors and nobles during training.
Wilton had no intention of challenging the rules set by his eldest brother, so he stayed close to the wall, bypassed the crowd, and walked to the head teacher's chair. He made a request to a tall mysterious figure wearing black clothes and covering his face.
"It's evening class time now, and I'm their instructor."
Turning around, under the hood was a helmet of a steel lion. The voice of the Man in the Iron Mask is transmitted through the special resonance mechanism in the helmet. Low and deep.
"Special trainee Wilton Barov hopes to get guidance from the instructor."
Wilton said unwillingly.
"So special trainee Wilton Barov, it's evening class time now. If you don't participate in training, what are you doing here?"
When the Iron Masked Man's majestic words came, Wilton trembled and answered loudly. He happily ran into the crowd to participate in the physical training of the apprentices.
The former orc swordmaster, Carlos's defeated general, and now the instructor of the Knights, Spartacus helplessly thought about why Carlos's brother liked him so much. Human beings are full of strange guys.
Standing up from the stone pile, Spartacus, the man in the iron mask, put his left hand behind his back, stretched out the index finger of his right hand and leaned over to do a few one-arm, one-finger Zen push-ups to stretch his muscles.
"Do another hundred to end today's evening class."
After receiving the instruction, the temporary teachers nodded in agreement.
Black leather pants, leather boots, leather gloves, and an iron-faced helmet that completely covered the entire neck. Even the sound was muffled. No one could have imagined that one of the chief instructors of the Knights was actually an orc.
Others thought that the four guards around the Iron Mask Man were the king's grace, to protect the safety of the instructor and maintain the dignity of the instructor. Who would have thought that the four people around Spartacus would be the guards of this mobile cell and the final executioners.
"Boy, what happened to you again?"
After the evening class, the young apprentices have to go to the chapel to meditate for an hour before washing and going to bed.
The man in iron mask who was free sat on the previous stone pile with his hands folded and asked nonchalantly.
"My second brother stole the woman I loved."
Wilton said with a frustrated look.
Although the four guards in the distance were symbolically ten meters away, they could still hear clearly, and there were unnatural twitches on their faces.
"Bring it back."
Spartacus said indifferently, anyway, among the orcs, *********, you and I agree.
"but……"
"Mother-in-law, since you have so many worries, just let it go."
"But……"
“If you don’t want to let go, grab it.”
"My father and elder brother will beat me to death."
"Ha, your big brother, I can't beat you. You expect me to support you. You think too much."
"no……"
"what is that?"
"I just wanted someone to talk to."
"Then you have found the wrong person. The only way men communicate is through wine and fists."
"Alia and I met by chance while hunting outside the city..."
"Hey, who wants to hear about your little brat's love story? If it's okay, I'll go back to sleep."
"If life were just like seeing her for the first time, she was so beautiful in her white hunting suit. I thought I had met a fairy from the snow-capped mountains."
"That's enough, kid!"
The four guards wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh. They were holding back and felt very uncomfortable. They happened to see Todd standing in the distance and bowed.
The guard's actions interrupted the strange and harmonious conversation between Wilton and Spartacus.
"Someone looking for you."
Spartacus nodded the top of Wilton's head.
"Why aren't they looking for you?"
Wilton retorted dissatisfiedly, and then looked back.
"Ah, it's Todd. It seems he's looking for me."
"Second Young Master, I am very dissatisfied with your actions tonight. I'm afraid you will have to stay at the station for some time to come."
After Todd saluted, he conveyed the will of the patriarch Alex.
"What's the meaning?"
Wilton didn't realize what this meant for a moment.
"From today, for one month, you must participate in the training of a paladin apprentice as a punishment for your discourtesy at the banquet tonight."
"It doesn't matter. It just so happens that I still have a lot to say to Uncle Iron Mask."
Wilton looked indifferent.
"Mrs. Janis specifically specified that your instructor is Grand Knight Commander Shang Gewenjie."
Todd added.
"No~~~that rigid old woman!"
Spartacus looked at the wailing Wilton, and behind the iron mask, an inexplicable smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Then he sighed helplessly.
Although Carlos restricted his personal freedom, he did not block his audio-visual access.
The city of Alterac is about to change. This is the sixth sense of the orc swordmaster living in the human world. (To be continued.)
