It's just that at this time, Sword still only thinks that these nobles are like demon clowns, using flattery to cover up their mistakes, or getting carried away happily after getting a little merit.

Even after seeing the baron's disgraced face, he still only said something sullenly.

"Yes, do you need me to introduce you to His Majesty the Emperor? ”

This was an angry sentence, but I didn't expect the baron to believe it.

He was stunned for a moment, and then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"You've woken me up, do you think the deeds of our Saab knights should be widely celebrated?"

Sword laughed angrily, and he couldn't help but ask

"What did this knight contribute, and did he single-handedly kill dozens of Wiegand people?"

The baron shook his head solemnly.

"No, sir, he only killed one man. ”

"So what do we have to say? Killed a man...... We've executed thousands of Wiegand people before, so shouldn't each of these people be interviewed by His Majesty the Emperor?"

"My lord, but he killed a Wiegand tribal leader and easily helped us disperse the siege of five hundred Wiegands. ”

"Five hundred......? How many people did they go, didn't I just arrange for thirteen knights...... , support?"

Sword wanted to report the news, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly realized that something was wrong, so he changed his words to support.

Fortunately, the baron was still immersed in the great victory of Fang Cai at the moment, and he was not aware of these subtle changes in the slightest.

"You are right, General Sword! We Great Prussians can break up the ranks of the Weegand with only a dozen cavalry! And the lad killed the leader of the enemy at the first charge, and if it were not for that, we would have been completely annihilated there. ”

It was the baron's words that finally caught Ward's attention.

A knight who can charge an enemy fifty times his own and slay the leader of the enemy...... Do you know what that means?"

The baron shook his head a little dazedly.

But the monks on the side were thoughtful.

That night, the Saab Knight had a sweet dream.

He won the verbal appreciation of General Sword, and was canonized as a baron of a place, owning a small town of his own, and dozens of servants.

As a result, this Mr. Good Luck became a hero to everyone overnight.

Various versions were written, and by the next morning, when the Sabo knight Monzon opened his eyes, his fellow knights standing by him could not wait to wake him up.

"What are you waiting for? Do you know that all the knights, soldiers, and emperors in the whole army are waiting for you!"

"Your Majesty the Emperor?"

Saab got out of the carriage in which he had rested last night.

He had rested so early the previous night that he had just gone to the tent to eat a little, and then lay down and slept soundly, but he knew nothing of what had happened in the meantime.

"Don't you know yet? You are now a hero of the whole army! His Majesty the Emperor has already decided to crown you as an earl. We're still companions now, but after a while, I'll have to call you "Lord." ”

Sabo was originally just the son of an extremely ordinary manor owner, and his biggest dream was not enough to be able to get a farm like his father by participating in this war, or even poorer, it doesn't matter if he is broken, as long as he is enough to be a lord.

Only in the deepest and most beautiful dreams would he think about whether he could take a step closer and become a baron, but as for the matter of becoming an earl, he never thought about it.

Actually, it's no wonder.

Although the baron and the earl are only one level apart, and many of the barons' power even has the intention of faintly overshadowing the earl, there is still an insurmountable gap between the two.

No, just because the count belonged to the "high nobility" within the empire, he could normally attend the "regency assembly" convened by the emperor, and could serve as the local administrator at the right time, such as the mayor of Valuno, who could receive the position of "honorary earl" in itself.

The baron's voice is much smaller, in the empire, he is still just a "bigger landlord", even if there are more territories, no matter how many farms and servants there are, they can't change their position in the empire.

But this is also the reason why the number of barons in the army is far greater than that of the earl.

You must know that the earl cannot be directly vassal of the baron, and at the local level, the baron and the earl have equal discourse power with each other, and the number is quite close. The barons, however, did not have the central authority of the counts, so the barons' families were more zealous in serving the emperor in order to obtain at least a real equal status with the local counts.

Of course, the detailed reasons for this are not something that a stupid boy who has not even turned a few pages of a book can understand, he is just marveling at the fact that he is about to inhabit the ranks of the high nobles of the empire.

And not long before he joined the army, he was still torn between practicing riding and farming.

But the army really changed his fate.

The silly boy soared into the air and turned into a white swan.

With the help of a few envious and slightly jealous companions around him, Sabo was somewhat dazed and dressed, which had been given to him by the Count who had fought alongside him yesterday, otherwise he would not have been able to find a well-fitting dress.

It was a blue and white jacket woven from thick wool and cotton imported from the East, with a row of brass buttons on the chest and a few gold threads sewn on the shoulders.

"You look great now! Sabo, you're a natural earl, how good you fit your clothes. ”

The companion kept stroking the gold thread on Sabo's shoulder with his hand, and said excitedly.

Sabo wanted to see what he had become, and before joining the army, he tried to put on a farmer's clothes, while his brother praised him for being a natural fit to tend to the crops.

Although he was only a somewhat upright young man, he also knew that the farmer and the count could not always do things with the same face.

But just when he wanted to find a mirror to look at, there were already palace officials standing by the door of the carriage and respectfully making a gesture to him.

This couldn't help but make Sabo's mood stir again.

In the past, the king of the kingdom of Abbasquia would gather warriors from his tribe to hold a jousting tournament, and only those who achieved good rankings would be edicted to serve in the palace.

Now the selection criteria are even more stringent.

Only those who have served as palace guards, as well as their descendants, are eligible to become palace guards.

In other words, being able to participate in the two guards led by the emperor himself is the highest honor for the soldiers of the imperial faction.

And these two armies, one is the Rainbow Knights who recruit the descendants of the great nobles from the outside, and the other is the palace guards.

Although they were in a sense only a kind of high-ranking slaves, they lived on the emperor's reward in the empire, and they did not even have land.

However, it has a unique and lofty position in the military.

Except for the emperor himself and some ministers, these palace guards would not even look at them with a straight eye on the local nobles.

And now, a court man took the initiative to invite him, which must be an extremely new experience for Saab himself.

Looking at the envious and adoring eyes of the people around him, Sabo put aside the doubts in Fang Cai's heart for a while, and walked all the way towards the emperor's carriage according to the request of the palace guards.

Looking at those familiar and somewhat strange old friends, especially the few knights who fought side by side yesterday, Sabo wanted to go up and say hello, but was stopped by the palace guards.

Although he had respect on his face, his eyes revealed a look of both perfunctory and disgust.

"My lord, His Majesty the Emperor is waiting for you, so it's better not to waste time on the road with some useless little people. ”

Sabo looked at his old friends helplessly, hoping to get their sympathy, but he didn't expect that his comrades-in-arms who were born and died with him yesterday and celebrated victory together were no longer the kind of intimacy that looked at him now, but turned into a bit of fear and resentment.

It's as if they used to stand on the side of the road together, watching the big guys who flaunt their might.

There was an inexplicable layer of sweat on his forehead.

The vicinity of the emperor's tent was always the most lively place in the army, and even when there was a possibility of war at any time, the emperor was still surrounded by a scene of singing and dancing.

There are acrobatic clowns, a constant stream of merchants, and even quartermasters and missionaries who come and go, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this is a bazaar in the middle of the city.

Today, however, the vicinity of the tent is even more lively.

Sabo looked at the dark blue carriage, which symbolized the emperor's noble status, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Although the number of counts in the empire has long been overwhelming, the ritual process of the emperor himself canonizing the counts has not diminished in the slightest, and even seems to be more complicated.

A young man wearing a golden crown stood on a platform made of several carriages, and seemed to be chatting with a few craftsmen around him, while the court painter standing on the side was not idle, and was busy on a piece of silk cloth with paint, as if he had been busy from midnight until now.

Sabo looked at it out of the corner of his eye, the protagonist in the painting was the emperor in front of him, but he had to look more mature, and the content of the picture was that the emperor was chatting with the craftsmen accompanying the army.

The emperor in the picture is wearing heavy armor and carrying a sword at his waist, but he does not show any tiredness, and the way he talks to the craftsmen adds a bit of proximity to the people.

Seeing Sabo coming from a distance, Perlis's mood was obviously a little higher, he glanced at the progress of the painter, and after seeing that the contents of the canvas were almost smeared, he drove away the two craftsmen as if impatiently, and then waved his hand and called Sabo over.

"Did you really rush into the Weygan crowd alone yesterday?"

Sabo looked up at the emperor, who was a few years younger than him, and he was momentarily distracted, and he actually remembered his younger brother in the family, until the guard next to him quietly poked Sabo with the hilt of his sword from behind, and he reacted and replied with some stumbling

"Ah...... Yes, Your Majesty. Yesterday...... That's what I've done. ”

Looking at Sabo's wooden appearance, Pelis only glanced at him again, and then completely lost the interest in continuing to talk with him, and asked the painter standing on the side:

"Mr. Ruhl, have you prepared my gift for the warrior?"

The artist standing aside carefully put away his new work and took out another painting.

Saab glanced at it.

Yes, this is a knight, with thick armor on his head and delicate chain mail. He was surrounded by fallen and fleeing soldiers, and just looking at what they were wearing, he thought he wasn't a Wiegand, but a Great Prussian.

The painter Ruhr was fascinated by Sabo's gaze and explained

"You see, this is what I made for you. "Knights Brothers in the North Sea Marsh", did you like it?"

Sabo wanted to have a good chat with the painter about his opinion, but he didn't expect the emperor to interject at this time.

"Yes, yes, this is worthy of a warrior, look at how elaborate his armor is, and how sharp his sword is. Ah, Mr. Ruhl, when you have time, you must create a scene similar to this one for me. ”

Peris then turned his head back to Dosabo's side.

"It's a shame, if it takes a few years, maybe we'll be able to fight together, Saab. You are brave. Saab. ”

"I have organized a great ceremony for you, and you will become my vassals from your lord's vassal, and you will be forced to lose all inheritance rights of your father's estate to you, and you must swear to me that you will always defend my place and fight for my honor, will you?"

Sabo looked into the eyes of the little emperor and nodded slightly.

Now, if he can't see any clues, he is a complete fool.

Sure enough, looking at his obedient look, the faces of the emperor and several close ministers around him showed a little smug expression.

It's just that no one paid attention to the look of loss between Dao Sabo's eyebrows.

Of course, even if you notice it, you won't take it seriously.

The vassals of the empire, except for those big families with real authority who can influence the government, the rest of them are just a group of people who accompany the emperor to act, and of course the emperor's will must be given priority in what matters, as for your "personal wishes".

I'm sorry, but what personal wishes are there.

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