"We need to get them back and finish talking about what needs to be talked about. ”

However, Lord Bard would not say such unsympathetic things. The young man's affairs are really troublesome, but he can't meddle in everything, otherwise how can the young man grow up in the toss? So, Bard asked Glory to quarrel with the new Dylan, and he thought they had better quarrel enough. At this point, Bard took a long breath.

Then, Bard smiled. Because, he thought of something that would make him happy. He looked at the people around him, Sana shrugged in confusion, and Walker and Violet followed suit with an embarrassed look of ignorance.

"So, what about the meeting?" asked Sana.

"Wait, give them a little time. Bard gestured to the long wooden table. As a result, the knight behind him filled all the wooden cups on the table with wine.

What caught Lord Bard thinking was the wooden table in front of him, not some bottomed wine glass. Needless to say, the wooden table was a long cover removed from the carriage and supported by four larger rocks.

At this moment, a cold wind lifted the corners of the curtain, and then the curtain was completely out of strategy, and another cold wind pulled the two curtains open, and then made the people in the tent shiver. Now, the cold wind outside and the sound of hurriedly stomping on the grass came in. Bud was hoping that Glori would get things sorted out as soon as possible, and imagined that Glori and Dylan would come back side by side.

In the past, there was also such a scene. Bard and the knights removed the planks from the carriage to make wooden tables, and waited in the tent for a man to open the curtain at an unexpected time. Others are not as patient as he is, though. The people who waited with him were not only the king of Veron, but also the lord of the city of miracles.

After some chatter, the breeze of the day broke in. The man who then entered the tent was seventeen-year-old Kyle. It wasn't a big ceremony, it wasn't a sumptuous feast, and on the long table was a knight's badge, along with four glasses of wine, and a broadsword.

"Lord Bard......"

Kyle was already familiar with King Veron and Byrne, the head of the Knights Templar, but not with Bard. So, he greeted Bud first. Kyle, as calm as ever, gave a standard one-knee salute. Then, without saying a word, he walked over to the long table and waited for the ceremony to begin.

"Look, with your silver sword carved armor and a bright red cloak, there is no more handsome Templar than you. "Bourne Lind, the knight, likes to go straight. As long as it is on the basis of not violating the law, morality, and principles, he will not stick to the rules. He handed the cup to Kyle. Then, he said, "Do it, you're a knight of the Knights Templar, and my team welcomes you to join." ”

Bard just sat upright, and didn't have a chance to interject, for King Veron had not spoken, and was waiting. I'm a little unconvinced, but who let this be Bourne's business, then let's see.

Taking the glass, Kyle swallowed it directly. In addition to being bold, he did not spill the wine. All etiquette must be there. Kyle then toasts King Velon, Captain Bourne, and Captain Bard in turn.

The next step is to give thanks to the God of Light with wine and swear to the people of Alex's kingdom. In this speech, Kyle swore to become a Templar of justice, and vowed to make the Order-abiding invaders pay back the lands that belonged to Alex's kingdom.

Every word Kyle, even the sonorous tone, Bard remembers in his heart. He'd never seen anyone so determined, especially when Kyle swore an oath, and Kyle clutched the sword in his hand until he trembled. That kind of spirit, as if to swallow up all the tribulations that hindered Alex's kingdom. If there is an enemy who oppresses the people of Alex's kingdom, then this young man named Kyle will surely make the enemy fearful.

It's just that, obviously not enough. Kyle, like Bard, is a man of action. Like, there is a natural similarity between them. It's not enough to let the enemy hear the reputation and be afraid, and you can't rely on the reputation to scare people. Everything has to be in person.

From facing the enemies who attack the village, from facing the robbers who rob the food, from growing the food with the civilians, in everything, Kyle does not mention the word of giving up. Whether it's carrying a bucket of water through a rugged mountain road or riding a horse through a burning village, Kyle doesn't think about the word tired. Some people once said that Kyle was a great knight, and some people threatened that Kyle would become the sword of the kingdom.

However, only Kyle knows what is real and what is illusory. Being down-to-earth is much more valuable than groundlessness. Every step has to be planned. From a squire, to a warrior who protects the kingdom with Velon, and then to a member of the Knights Templar, nothing can be separated from hard work. Whether it's a scratch on the arm or a fall on the back, it's all a testimony.

At the age of seventeen, before the eighteen-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, Kyle's body was covered with the wounds left by the years. He didn't care too much about the scars, as if everything was a habit. If you feel tired of doing something, then it can only be said that it has just begun, and if it has passed for a while, then everything will become a part of yourself after persevering. The results are not exhausting, but gratifying.

Despite not dealing with Kyle all the time, Bud hears about it. Good Chinese

"Look, we're all waiting for Kyle to return, and we've got some good ale for him. ”

If anyone wonders if Kyle wants gold and silver treasures, they will be preached. For the people of the village would say, "You must have come from afar, gold and silver treasure are not Kyle's cup of business, and if you are lucky enough to meet him on a tall horse, then you must prepare a larger cup for yourself, or Kyle will be disappointed at the feast!"

The knights who fought with Kyle had similar feelings. Whether it's galloping on the battlefield or working in the fields, Kyle is just a hot-blooded young man. However, there is always a sense of difference, and that is Kyle's fortitude. Could it be that Kyle was born unfamiliar with tiredness?

Kyle, of course, there are times when he gets tired. If he was in the field, he would sit alone on a rock after putting away his farming tools, looking at the sunset, thinking about what he had done today, and whether he had missed something he regretted. If he was on the battlefield, he would sprinkle a cup of sweet wine on the dead, and he would look at the battle flags and spears standing on the charred black earth, and his face would not change his face and wish that everything would be good. It's just that, there will always be a moment when the vicissitudes of life will climb his face, and when this happens, he will turn his head and take a deep breath to tell himself what he is working for and what he is fighting for.

Before Kyle walked out of the tent, Bard looked at him for a few moments before giving up. Everything seemed pleasant, and Bard remembered Kyle as a young man from the bottom of his heart. If possible, he intends to compete with Bourne, the Divine Knight, for Kyle's position as Mentor. At first, Byrne thought Bud was joking, as Bud was not good at teaching apprentices at all.

Talking about apprenticeships is a shame on Bard. Before he met Kyle, Bard had taught an apprentice, his son. Unfortunately, his son died on the battlefield.

At that time, Lord Bard's son was tasked with dealing with the Remnant Moon fleet sailing from the Moonlight Sea to Coral Harbor in the east. Plans are prepared in advance, just follow the steps. However, the minister's son, in order to fix the son of Lord Bud, took the matter of support as a joke.

"I will support you, respect the son of Bard the Iron Will," the baron had to say....... Then, having arrived at the designated place, the baron deliberately stalled for time. He thought that the sons of Bard could easily handle the oddly shaped, dilapidated warships. "Simply, let the son of Bard fight by himself!"

Without support, the plan is not complete. Naturally, the Sons of Bard were besieged to death on the fleet of the Remnant Moon Clan. Bard never took any more apprentices, and Bard knew that he had indulged his children so much that his children were too simplistic.

Gradually, time is engulfing everything. Bard, as the head of the Knights of Merit, can't he stop doing it because of grief, right? Then he began to look for a young man who could entrust him with all his learning. After all, he had to help Veron, and if the kingdom needed talent, he could only use his talents to teach more people.

Kyle is a newcomer to the kingdom, and Bard is optimistic. From the first time Bard meets Kyle, who is saved by Velon, he decides to make Kyle a sword to defend the kingdom.

If you want to achieve the goal of Professor Kyle, you have to observe first. Following what he heard about Kyle, Bard learns who Kyle is, and during the knighthood ceremony, Bard reacquaints himself with Kyle. Despite his short time, Kyle is already as strong as an adult and has gained a lot of prestige. This is also a matter of great anticipation, and Bard is determined to get in the way of the Divine Knight and take Kyle as a disciple.

On the same day, Bard made his wish to Byrne, the Divine Knight.

"Kyle, he should be the best candidate for the kingdom's sword. I'm going to take him as my disciple. ”

"You're not kidding, are you? What about me?"

Thankfully, the Knight Byrne agreed. For a year, Bard is free to teach Kyle as he pleases, and then Kyle has to arrive in the City of Miracles as an apprentice of the Divine Knight.

Unfortunately, time will tell. No matter who you are, it changes with time. Some people are not bad, while some people get better and some people get worse.

Now, thinking back on the past, Bard put down his glass. All the people were waiting for him to speak. After pondering for a while, he observed Glori in his mind that the blue star needs to be sharpened, because everyone's fate is different, and no one can completely arrange anyone's fate, but no one in the world can predict everything.

Maybe a year, maybe a few years...... After conjecturing, Bard left the rock bench.

"Wait a little longer...... Just wait a minute......"