"Private."
"Hey, soldier."
"Wake up, you're already here." When he woke up from the nightmare, Griffith found that his whole body was soaked with sweat and he was sitting on the wooden deck carrying his bulging luggage.
An unshaven sailor uncle patted him on the shoulder: "Izmir welcomes you, what's wrong with you? You're sweating so much. Okay, go ashore and relax for a few days. Nothing can heal the battlefield better than ale and women. It hurts. Go get drunk for two days and you will forget about the damn East."
Um...East.
Griffith regained consciousness again, recalling that he had escaped Beamon's attack, abandoned his armor and hid in a dry pool and fainted.
By the time he woke up the battle was over.
In the following days, on nights that echoed with the groans of wounded soldiers, Griffith would secretly climb out of bed, look at the tall camp walls and patrolling sentries, and then cast his sights on the stables and canteen.
Final preparations are being made in the distant camp, and the Legion's double-layered wall has tightly surrounded the orc war fortress.
Although the injury recovered quickly, Griffith felt as if all the bones in his body had been broken, and his strength and courage to continue fighting were gone. Every quarter of an hour spent in the barracks was a terrible ordeal.
It may not be realistic to escape back to your distant hometown across thousands of miles, but it only takes a few days to enter the snow-covered mountain territory of the dwarves northward, as long as you can get horses and food...
Before he could make up his mind, a sudden order removed him from the final battle. The Eastern Legion, which had taken care of him for two years, quickly packed his bags and sent him on a sailboat bound for the capital.
Griffith's rear duty period began.
The comfortable sea breeze blew against my cheeks, white seagulls flew low over the side of the ship, and the reassuring bustling laughter came from the peaceful harbor town not far away.
I'm not dead... Griffith touched his chest where several ribs had been broken, picked up the package, and walked slowly down the ladder.
He is now wearing a leather armor with a layer of mail underneath. There is a long sword and two daggers hanging on the waist, wearing iron gauntlets and greaves, holding a black iron helmet in his left hand, and holding the luggage on his shoulder in his right hand.
His set of cavalry breastplates, leggings and most of the weapons have been taken back by the legion, and he is now wearing personal equipment that he spent money to purchase.
Griffith stamped his feet on the solid land and found a clean place to sit down. He opened his rucksack and found neatly stacked inside it a blanket, three changes of clothes, towels, soap, a sewing kit, some charcoal pencils, a diary, several books, and a few pieces of rye bread. Tucked in the diary was a watercolor painting of Griffith wearing the medal he had just received, with Krista and other squadron mates putting their hands on his shoulders.
Griffith closed the diary indifferently and touched his pocket expressionlessly. There was a small wallet in his pocket, which contained 1 gold coin and 15 silver coins, as well as some copper coins and a certificate. A medal made of fine iron was buckled on his leather armor, revealing a light blue ribbon, indicating that the owner of this medal was a warrior who had returned from the battlefield, and could not yet be classified as a mentally disturbed vagabond.
The identity certificate is a small piece of copper, with the name, date of birth, blood type, citizen number, address and place of origin engraved on the front like most people's identity certificates. On the back of the copper sheet, Griffith has an additional piece of information -
"This is to certify that Griffith Brandon is a Sequence 9 recruit of the Spellbreaker Path and a candidate for the Extraordinary."
This small print means that Griffith can receive a small monthly government stipend, can use magic items that ordinary people cannot activate, and that the kingdom and lords have reasons to further cultivate him.
The trainee knight remembered something, rummaged through the depths of his backpack, and found a carefully stored order—
"To the second-level captain of the 502nd Cavalry Regiment, trainee knight, Griffith Blanton:
"Your Excellency must arrive in Beyeland before July 10th and submit a report to Captain Heinz Wilhelm of the Reserve Army Command. Your military status will be transferred to Count Lamore on the same day to repair Toral. The identity entered the Military Command Section of Homonworth College of Higher Magic on August 30th and cannot be mistaken.
"The work related to the transfer and enrollment will be co-organized by the Larmore House, and the work related to the extraordinary will be transferred to the relevant local agencies.
"Department of the Army Reserve Command
"June 20, 1443, Second Era."
Griffith felt that his brain was gradually waking up, and he had gradually gotten rid of the previous dazed and confused state.
Consciousness begins to clear as if rising to the surface. Griffith found that he could keenly sense the crawling insects in the nearby corner and the gazes of passers-by in the distance.
The trainee knight opened his diary, briefly looked at the itinerary, and found out that he had just arrived at the seaport town called Izmir on a regular sailing ship returning from the front line.
Today is June 30th. After resting here for a day or two, he will head north along the western line of the Eastern Avenue to his destination, the capital of the kingdom - Beyeran. Due to the harassment of the orc raider fleet and the escort system, the nearest flight to the royal capital cannot depart until mid-July, and the only way to catch up is by land.
It’s a long way~ Anyway, let’s eat something and rest first.
Griffith walked around the town for a while, selected a tavern with a decent environment and prices, and sat in. He carefully opened his pocket and took out the most beautiful gold coin.
The gold coin dancing on the apprentice knight's fingertips is the gold florin, the main currency of the kingdom. When the currency of the kingdom was stable, each gold florin was worth 20 silver coins. Silver coins are a kind of currency with the royal lion and shield emblem on the front, and are called silver coins. Each silver man can be exchanged for 20 sous (silver coins mixed with a small amount of silver) or 100 centimes (copper coins). You can buy a piece of bread in this hotel for every sous, half a pound of meat for 6 sous, a plate of vegetables and apples or a small bowl of honey for 3 sous.
"What would you like to eat? Mr. Apprentice Knight." A slim and beautiful girl came over. She was wearing a waitress's apron and her high heels made a pleasant sound. The girl asked with a sweet smile: "Would you like one of our specialty lamb chops?"
"How did you know I was a trainee knight?" Griffith asked in surprise. He didn't expect that this girl could figure out his identity at a glance.
"You'll know it after you've seen it a lot!" The girl sat down next to Griffith unceremoniously and sniffed him gently. The boy who had just left the battlefield turned red immediately.
"You're still wearing double armor after leaving the battlefield. Soldiers don't have as good habits and equipment as you. Your behavior is very decent and you have an Iron Eagle medal. You should have a higher status than ordinary non-commissioned officers, but your appearance is not as good as that of officers and nobles. The one between the two is the apprentice knight! Right?" The girl looked at Griffith with sparkling eyes and said, "If you live in a place for a period of time, you will get the smell of that place! You are so heavy The bloody smell has caught up with the kitchen!"
Awesome...Are all people in the city so awesome? Griffith couldn't help but nodded.
"Uh-huh! Then have one of our specialty lamb chops! I highly recommend it!" The girl came over and almost touched the trainee knight's face, "Don't think it's expensive! I'll recommend it to you after you finish eating. A local job that makes money! You can make a little money!"
The sweet aroma of the girl came in along the tip of his nose. Griffith obeyed and ordered two large pieces of bread, a pound of meat and a plate of vegetables. Finally, he hesitated and added a pile of honey.
That's 20 sous. Griffith eats up almost 1/35 of his wealth in one meal...
"Okay! One set meal B!" The receptionist turned around lightly and said to the counter, "Give me another adventurer's bounty mission!"
It's not dinner time yet, so there aren't many customers in the tavern. After the receptionist brought the food, she sat opposite Griffith with a smile and watched him eat.
The brown bread was dry and astringent, and it seemed that the shop owner mixed some sawdust into it. The pieces of meat still had unshaven fur attached to them, and the vegetables were leaves picked from an unknown tree, radishes and apples cut into random pieces. However, Griffith often ate such food on the front line and ate it without any resistance.
What surprised him was that the small dish of honey was golden and translucent in color, and its faint aroma made people salivate. The quality was not at the same level as other foods.
"Don't you all have sweets on the front line? Everyone has the same expression." The waitress watched Griffith spread honey on the bread, then eagerly stuffed it into her mouth with a satisfied expression.
"Well, that's right~" Griffith's cheeks were stuffed, like a chipmunk preparing for the winter. "The road is not easy to travel, and there are also orc raiders. We often encounter difficulties in supplies, so we can't ask for them." too much."
"It's not easy~" The receptionist stretched out her strong-looking hand and gently pushed a document in front of the trainee knight.
What's this? While gnawing on the mutton chops and stuffing vegetable leaves into his mouth, Griffith took the time to glance at the documents on the table.
“Reward.
"A gang of goblin bandits attacked the village of Manisa, stole livestock and kidnapped a woman.
"Any adventurer who kills the goblin can get a reward. If he rescues the kidnapped woman, he will get an additional reward."
Taverns in such small towns usually provide information on temporary recruitment and bounty tasks to travelers passing by, allowing them to make a living in a short period of time. Before Griffith could ask any questions, a young swordsman walked over from a corner of the tavern.
"Miss Hospitality, my companion and I decided to take on this mission." The young swordsman was about 15 years old, with a sparse beard just growing on his green face. He was wearing a leather armor that was not very good. Judging from his thin body, there was no mail armor underneath. Hanging around his waist were a long sword and a short knife that were not commensurate with his height.
Is this young man working as a freelancer here instead of being drafted into the army? Griffith looked at the young boy in front of him and judged from his youthful temperament that he had never been on the battlefield.
In the king's demesne, citizens of legal age could not work in the city or inherit property without performing military service. But even so, many young people hid in the forest and refused to serve. In order to make ends meet, many of them became free mercenaries or adventurers. There is no threshold for this kind of profession, and sometimes the income is quite generous.
Griffith, who was bulging in mail and leather armor, thought for a moment and felt that he could take on some missions to earn some travel expenses, so he said to the young man in a friendly manner: "Hello, I am the second-level assault cavalry. Captain Griffith Blanton passed through this town during his duties. If you still need manpower..."
"We don't need manpower!" Before the young swordsman could answer, a girl next to him who was taller than the swordsman almost jumped up.
She has a well-proportioned body, good looks, and a very sexy figure for her age.
"Huh?" Griffith discovered that the girl had iron gauntlets on both hands, and the gauntlets were connected to spikes and dagger-like daggers. Turns out to be a boxer.
There are many female warriors and spellcasters in Byerland's army, many of whom have fought alongside Griffith. But the girl's dress made Griffins very unfamiliar. He looked at the young men carefully and found that the swordsman and boxer had no marks on their bodies that could identify their affiliation.
"Just goblins," the young swordsman said disdainfully, "my swordsmanship is the best in the village, I can kill them all in one go! Well, I am Andy Duca."
"In case there is any oversight, I'm still here!" Miss Boxer added.
"Are you? Well, what do you call them, mercenaries?" The trainee knight sitting eating asked curiously, "Which army or family do you belong to?"
"We are free adventurers in Izmir Town, and we fight for ourselves," the leading swordsman replied, pointing to his companions, "Ulan is a master of physical arts."
At this time, two more people came over, a tall, bare-chested boy holding a giant axe, and a girl dressed as a nun in black. The novice nun was as thin as a match. She wore no armor, only a short staff. She clutched the Holy Light emblem on her chest tightly and looked at the unfamiliar trainee knight warily.
The tall boy on the side carried a giant ax on his shoulder. The word "Badu" was crookedly engraved on the ax blade, which should be his name.
The equipment of the people here is so good that it's hard to tell at a glance... Griffith saw the eager expressions of the four people and couldn't help but stood up and stopped him: "This is a group of monsters preparing to attack the village. I suggest that we should fight with the town." The militia on board, or call more people together. Concentrating the troops together can reduce losses."
"Pfft~" Wulan, the boxer girl, burst out laughing, "Concentrate the troops, what a strange statement. You just came back from the front line and are still not used to it, right?"
"Then at least understand the strength and composition of the enemy!" The trainee knight felt that this group was too hasty. "This reward does not provide information about the enemy."
"Strength and composition..." The boys and girls looked at each other, the smiles in their eyes almost bursting out.
"Don't be like this," the young swordsman Andy stopped his companions from laughing, turned around and said, "Mr. Apprentice Knight, our rules here are different from your army."
Rules...you four look like novices! Griffith choked at the other party's words and began to think about how to stop them without hurting the other party's self-esteem.
"That's right, we are free adventurers, not an army," the strongest boy in the four-person team said decisively, carrying a terrifying double-edged battle ax, "Each goblin's head can be exchanged for a silver man. , if there are too many people, there won’t be enough points.”
One head and one silver man, not bad! Griffith was moved.
"Okay, okay! Everyone, hurry up. If you wait a little longer, other adventurers might have taken away all the goblin lairs!" Ulan stamped his feet anxiously, "I'm in a hurry for money!"
Hearing what his companion said, the young swordsman and the giant axe-man nodded to Griffith and walked out together. The trainee nun was halfway through before she remembered her education and politeness. She hurriedly turned around, bowed slightly to Griffith and ran out.
