Chapter 472: Glory is My Life

"If one day I begin to escort my mistress to you, it means that you are already a qualified knight in my mind. ”

As Leitch's words fell, the entire Clock Square, and even the entire Heavenly Lyre Holy City, fell into an eerie silence, and everyone looked at Leitch with a look of disbelief and disbelief, and at this time only two words flashed in their minds - mistress?!, Mistress of the Viscount?!

For a while, many people present, especially many women, lit a thick and blazing flame in their eyes, which is a kind of thing called 'gossip' on the earth......

Noticing that many people obviously misunderstood the point of his words, Leitch hurriedly explained with a smile: "Of course, I'm just making an analogy, aiming to tell you that in order to be a good knight, you must first ask yourself if you have a heart that can keep secrets!"

"Haha-"

"Hahaha-"

As soon as Leitch's words fell, the crowd burst into laughter, and many people laughed as if they were infected by the laughter. However, it can be heard that these laughter does not contain malicious elements, but rather a hint of "I don't believe it" ridicule.

Leitch didn't care much about this, and even turned around and shrugged his shoulders at Mavis beside him, showing his innocence. However, Mavis stood beside Leitch with a graceful and smiling face as if he had not seen Leitch's small movements, but he did not respond to Leitch in the slightest. This made our Viscount suddenly look a little embarrassed......

"I think His Excellency the Viscount has a point, only a knight who knows how to be humble is a qualified knight!" said a baron on the noble table, whispering approvingly to the nobleman he knew well.

"Actually, you're glad that you'll be able to find someone to escort your mistress in the future, Baron Haas?" Baron Haas's aristocratic friend looked at him with an ambiguous look and smiled.

"Fart, who doesn't know that I, Haas, have always loved only one of my wife?!!Where did I get my mistress?!" Baron Haas suddenly glared at his friend with an excited expression, looking as if his dignity had been seriously slandered.

"Ha, I'm just casually saying, why are you so excited? Or did I hit it by mistake?"

Then there was another round of justification and ridicule......

Reichyan stretched out his hands, and after everyone had fallen silent again at his signal, he began to continue: "The second virtue I have bestowed upon you—glory!"

"What is glory? that is the dignity and disgrace of a knight!"

"Any profession is promoted from low to high, one level at a time, and knights are no exception. From the beginning, he was selected by the Knights to enlist in the army because of his excellent talent and became a rookie warrior at the lowest level, and then began to systematically learn a series of skills and knowledge, and worked hard to improve his strength.

"To be able to overcome this series of challenges and stand out and grow into a real knight is a full affirmation of a person! So I have to say that all of you here are lucky, because you have not gone through those links at all, and you have directly obtained the opportunity to become a knight, or even a knight, it is not an exaggeration to say that you have reached the sky in one step!"

"But I hope you can understand that such an opportunity will never happen again! And remember, you are now only a trainee knight servant and a trainee knight, and you must always remember the word 'apprentice'! If you fail to complete the next six months, some of you will also be beaten back to their original shapes, and leave with ridicule and shame!"

|“ On the contrary, if you can pass the test, then it means that you are a true and glorious knight and knight! You may even have the opportunity to obtain a fief and a knighthood, and become a noble knight! so that when you are discharged from the army, you can build a manor on your fiefdom, sow full seeds in the spring, and harvest golden ears of wheat in the fall, sit on the hill in the early morning and watch the sunrise in the evening, and ride your horse to chase the sunset in the evening......"

"You may even have the opportunity to become a noble baron, a viscount like me, or an earl of even more vast territory! You will be entitled to have your own noble banner, your own family coat of arms! You will be able to own a solid castle, or even a wealthy town, when you will only have to sit on your own high chair, leisurely sip sweet wine, or occasionally check the physical development of your beautiful maid......"

"These are not far off, for you have now succeeded in taking the first steps towards these!"

"But obtaining these is only the ultimate goal, in order to obtain this, you must first learn to respect these! Respect the lord to whom you are allegiated, the honor and disgrace of the lord is your honor and disgrace, the prestige of the lord needs the laws you uphold to maintain, the will of the lord needs your force to enforce it, and the glory of the lord is your glory!"

"So, you should always remember - fight for glory!" said Retche, slowly stretching out his right hand to the sky, his fist clenched, "Glory, my life!"

"Glory is my life!" Behind Richy, Bonnie, the captain of the Lyra Patrol Guard, and Margaret, the Territorial Sheriff's Pavilion, raised their right fists at the same time.

"Glory is my life!" In front of the bell tower, eight thousand Black Wind Knights and Knight Servants belonging to different races also raised their right fists, like black steel spears standing up, letting out a dull roar.

At this moment, tens of thousands of citizens or travelers in the audience seats on both sides of the square looked at the thousands of steel figures pressed by the black below, black and cold, but apart from these, everyone felt that there were some indescribable and unclear things in the bodies of these black knights......

"I feel that Viscount Blackwind is more like a troubadour than I am!" On the troubadour's seat, a young and handsome bard looked at the heroic Leitch below, and sighed with undisguised admiration in his slight loneliness.

"That's right, I feel that way, too, and I think this Viscount has more talent and talent than we do!" a cute catwoman of the Cat-People immediately nodded in agreement, her big watery eyes filled with deep obsession.

Many troubadours around him also nodded or admired. But at this time, everyone saw a middle-aged troubadour who shook his head slightly and said, "No, you are all wrong. ”

Hearing this, everyone was stunned, and then these troubadours couldn't help but glare angrily at their peers, their eyes were full of contempt and anger, and the young troubadour who spoke out at the beginning was even more angry at the middle-aged man: "Why are you so narrow-minded? Even if you don't want to praise others, there is no need to deny an excellent person indiscriminately, right? This can only show your vulgarity and unbearability!"

"That's it!" many troubadours also echoed, and for a while, the middle-aged troubadour became the target of criticism from many peers around him.

But Dodd's middle-aged man didn't see these accusations, he looked at Leitch with deep eyes, and said leisurely: "...... The razor in the abyss is released, and the dragon descends from the sky. The sorrow of the ice and snow cannot be forgotten, and the serrated crown crowns the new king—"

"Isn't this the phrase used in "The Sawtooth Crown" to praise Saint-Malo the Dragon Slayer?" Hearing this, the young troubadour frowned slightly, and looked at Dodd in confusion.

"Yes, it's really just a phrase from the Sawtooth Crown. Dodd nodded expressionlessly, and said, "However, even if there is no "Sawtooth Crown", there will be "Dragon's Tooth Crown", "Razor Crown" or "Ice and Snow Sorrow" and the like. The reason why "The Sawtooth Crown" can be immortalized is not because of how gorgeous the words of this poem are, but because this poem is about the legendary deeds of the legendary hero Saint-Malo the dragon slayer!"

"We troubadours play the role of recorder and teller of history, not history itself. What can really make our poems immortal is the master of every era!"

"It's like Viscount Blackwind put an end to the Black Tide, which makes people respect and admire, but it's not his outstanding eloquence that makes people respect him?!" said the catwoman troubadour who spoke up earlier.

"That's pretty much it. The middle-aged man nodded slightly, and said, "That's why I said that you were wrong, you only regarded Viscount Black Wind as a genius with literary talents, but in my eyes, his future is infinitely vast, and he may create any unbelievable miracles!

"Why do I suddenly feel that what we are doing is meaningless?!" said a young troubadour in the crowd, his eyes devoid of the brilliance and vitality of his past, replaced by a deep sense of confusion and depression.

The troubadour's mood seemed to be transmitted to the people around him at once, making the originally extremely lively atmosphere of discussion suddenly become extremely quiet, and everyone's hearts were suddenly clouded with an invisible shadow.

"Wrong again. At this moment, it was still the middle-aged man who had been many years just now, shaking his head extremely seriously and seriously.

This time, everyone looked at him with hope to see what kind of new insights he could say this time: "If the legendary heroes of Saint-Malo the Dragon Slayer are like bright flames that illuminate all ages, then we are the wood that makes the flames burn! Although the eyes of the vast majority of people are lost in the splendor of the flames, without us, the deeds of the sages cannot be transmitted to future generations! We may be insignificant, but it is through our singing that we inherit this fire!" We are unconsciously dispelling the coldness and darkness of time with our own burning, and at the same time, we are unconsciously influencing and changing the world!"

"This is the value and meaning of our troubadours!"

"Taught!" the young troubadour who had spoken first immediately saluted the middle-aged man with great solemnity, and his gaze became clearer and quieter than before.

ps: It's been a bit of luck in the past two days, I knocked on my forehead yesterday, went to the hospital for a stitch, the lamp was broken at night, and my glasses were broken today......

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