Carlos estimated that he still had about half a year to stay in Yanjing Town, and in such a short period of time, it was obviously not realistic to cultivate a qualified knight order.

Recruiting and screening is a lot of trouble.

Carlos still needs to report to the old man Du Buyi, and the early formation work will be entrusted to the eldest brother De Ligt.

It takes several years for a normal knight to be trained, and it is usually some innocent child who chooses to become a knight's family as a waiter in order to learn various knightly etiquette. At the age of fourteen, he will become an attendant, receiving various trainings and learning "chivalry".

When you become an adult, you will be ready to become a knight.

Of course, this requires the great nobles to be willing to canonize you as a knight.

Of course, Carlos can't do this, he plans to recruit a group of young people with combat experience or good physical fitness to form a team of apprentice knights first, hoping that through systematic training, he can reach the level of knights in a few months.

The first batch of recruits will not be too much, which is also because there are not many local residents in Yanjing Town, and the Stevenson family does not have a ready-made knight trainer in their hands now, and I am afraid that he will need the help of his father, Baron Maury, in this matter.

De Ligt followed Carlos's idea and prepared the recruitment proclamation.

And Carlos has one more thing to do.

Practice for good brother Char.

Riding in a horse-drawn carriage to lead the bar, two familiar figures waited at the door of the bar.

"Hey, Sidis, Koeman. ”

Carlos stepped out of the carriage and beckoned to them.

"Hey, Carlos, you're finally here. ”

Myopic Sidis still wears the gold-rimmed glasses, but he looks taller, and his body is not as weak as before.

Coman has changed a lot, his originally chubby belly has deflated a lot, and his whole body exudes the hormonal smell of a muscular man, and his eyes are as gray as a clear evening, with a faint star-like light in them.

Carlos looked at the sky, "What? It's still early." ”

Sidis explained: "You don't know, Carlos, the business of this bar is so good right now, I guess you won't have a place if you come later." ”

Carlos was dumbfounded.

The three of them laughed and walked into the bar.

Indeed, even though it was only after noon, there were quite a few people sitting in the bar, and the room was covered with a thick curtain to cover every ray of light that wanted to penetrate the room, and only a few candles hung on the walls lit the sight.

The three of Carlos squeezed into a long table on the inside of the bar.

On the table are fruit bowls and cooked meats, cups, knives and forks.

The smell of liquor, accompanied by the fatty aroma of bacon, permeates the bar. Carlos pulled out a chair and sat down at the long table.

Grant placed the brandy on the table and stood quietly behind Carlos.

"Char, isn't he there yet?"

Carlos sat down and picked up the grapes from the fruit bowl in front of him, peeled them open and tossed them into his mouth, then looked around and asked.

Coman sat on his right hand and pointed in the direction of the bar's door.

"Here I am, I seem to be talking to Rena's mother at the bar. ”

"Is the malt coming, too? Why don't you come along?" ”

Coman pouted, and Sidis pushed the frame of his glasses and said in a sly manner, "That aunt of his, let Malt take over her job at the bar." ”

Carlos frowned, and when he looked up, he saw Char walking over with a grim face.

He wears long black sleeves and a light yellow jacket over it, a pair of crumpled gray trousers underneath, and a pair of brown leather shoes on his feet.

Dressed in the simple outfit of a revenant, with short and flat red hair, he looks particularly energetic.

"Hello, Carlos. Putting back the unpleasantness on his face, he said, "I'm glad you're here." ”

"Are you in any trouble?"

Char was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to accept your hospitality. ”

Sidis stood up and said dissatisfiedly: "We came to practice for you, but you want to leave us behind?"

Carlos looked at Char seriously, and found that he couldn't hide his thoughts in his eyes, and waved his hand to interrupt Sidis's questioning.

"Are you ready to leave?"

Char nodded apologetically, but didn't explain why.

Carlos stared at the red-haired Char for a moment, then stood up, held the bottle of brandy in front of him in the palm of his hand, handed it to Char and said, "We are here for you to practice, the guest is as you please, but you can drink the practice wine on the road, don't waste our heart." ”

Char looked at Carlos in surprise, then nodded heavily.

"If it weren't for the painful memories of this terrible town, I'd have preferred to be cheeky with you, even if it's a regular night watchman in the Stevensons. ”

As he spoke, he took the brandy bottle, uncorked it, and lifted it up, ignoring the hot taste of the brandy soju, and poured a big gulp in one gulp.

"Thank you, Master Carlos, it's an honor to be a friend. ”

Carlos smiled and didn't speak.

Char continued to raise the bottle, "Thank you too, Sidis and Koman, for you. ”

Coman looked at Char, who turned around and left after toasting, and said angrily: "What kind of fame is he doing?"

Sidis also didn't understand and said: "It seems to be avoiding us, he was at the door just now, I shouted hello to him and he just nodded coldly in response." Unless he can find an excuse. Otherwise I wouldn't think we're friends anymore. ”

Carlos broke the brief silence and looked at Charl's figure as he disappeared from the bar's door.

"I'm afraid today we need to practice for two friends at the same time. ”

"Why?"

Carlos didn't explain, and a woman's scream was heard from the other end of the bar, and there was a commotion in the small, dimly lit bar, and soon the bar's patrons surrounded the place.

Coman couldn't sit still, and hurriedly stood on his chair and looked over there.

Sidis asked, "What happened?"

Coman shook his head, indicating that he couldn't see it really.

Carlos glanced at Grant behind him, and he saw his two night watchmen at the entrance of the bar, looking a little panicked, and looking around the bar.

Grant gave a whistle, and the night watchman squeezed through the crowd and walked over, the holster of the short rifle that had been hanging from his waist had been removed, and the gun was held in the palm of his hand, keeping watchful.

"Young Master, a group of bounty hunters have robbed a young lady in the bar, and two of them seem to be your friends, Young Master. ”

A night watchman respectfully explains the cause of the riot to Carlos.

Carlos asked noncommittally, "Did they run away?"

The Night Watchman shook his head, "No, the group of seven was blocked at the door by two strangers of unknown origin. ”

Carlos frowned in surprise.

From the murderous expression on Char's face just now, you can guess that there should be something he can't wait to do.

I didn't expect it to take away the malt.

Char's parents died in a mining accident and he grew up as orphans, and Malt was the only blood relative in the world.

Obviously, he was extremely dissatisfied with the fact that Malt was forced by her mother to come to the bar to be a girl, and he had a big fight with Malt's mother at the bar just now.