"Koeman?" Carlos greeted with some surprise.

"Why are you here, Master Carlos, I'm about to go to Alchemy Town to say goodbye to you. Head to the Sword Master Harbor and hear about the other side of the Seling Strait. The little fat man rode a little rusty, and nervously reined in the reins of the horse, "Otherwise, Char has joined your Stevenson's Night Watchman Guard, and he asked me to say goodbye to you." ”

"Yes, where is my father? Carlos was a little surprised, it seems that a lot of things have happened recently.

"Duke Murray went to the city of Fine Woods with the Night Watchman Guard, and left early in the morning, leaving your brother here to organize the final migration, if you want to go to your father, you can't catch up now. ”

Carlos looked lonely.

The little fat man Coman didn't know what to say, pursed his lips, turned the horse around, and said, "I heard that you are going south in the spring, remember to come to the Sword Master City to see me." “

After Coman left, Carlos froze in place, not knowing whether to continue with the migratory crowd.

De Ligt rushed over from behind with the Night Watchman, looked at Carlos who stopped in the middle of the road, and breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that Carlos would follow him to the Blackstone Fortress regardless of it, and then his father, Duke Murray, would be better off than their brothers.

De Ligt rode slowly to Carlos' side.

"At the moment of the war, my father definitely doesn't want to see you in danger, inherit the inheritance of the Winter Moon, revive the Stevenson family, his father has only walked half a step, and the road behind needs you, Old Man Grant will stay in Salt Well Town, your knights have fifty local miners selected, all of them are good hands, they swear allegiance to the Stevenson family, the dwarven light knight McLean promised to become the instructor of this knight order, until he arrived in the central province with you, my father generously paid a box of gold coins to the dwarf knight McLean as a reward。 ”

Carlos nodded, not speaking.

De Ligt stared at Carlos and said with a smile: "I know what you think, I also felt this way when I left home for the first time I went to the wilderness, afraid that I would die outside, or when I came back, you would die inexplicably, afraid of losing your loved ones, but everyone dies, doesn't it?"

At this time, a night watchman ran over and reported that there had been a commotion in the front of the migration procession and that there had been a fight.

De Ligt raised his eyebrows and patted Carlos on the back.

"Go and arrest all the troublemakers," he said, riding his horse into the riot, and declared in a loud voice, "if you don't follow the rules, throw them into the ranks of the prisoners." ”

Du Buyi sat in the living room drinking, and when he saw the depressed student coming back, he smiled and said, "The things your father left for you are really special, the boxes are full of fine rum and air-dried meat strips." ”

Carlos smiled bitterly, I don't know what those old men think, there is a lot of wine, there are two big boxes, but the jerky is pitiful, and I don't know how many salt grains are put in the cured meat, the black jerky is sprinkled with white salt particles, Carlos glanced at it a few times, carefully identified it, and suddenly felt that this cured jerky seemed to be not the meat of ordinary beasts, but also of low-level monsters, and the meat was very tight.

This thing is not a delicacy, the mercenary corps likes it very much, not to mention that it is not easy to spoil when it is stored, and it is particularly difficult to chew, and the things that are difficult to chew are generally more satisfying.

Carlos pretended to be much more sad in his heart, and he also wanted to learn from his teacher Du Buyi to kill his sorrows by borrowing, so he took a bottle of rum, poured it into his mouth, and took a big sip.

Wiping his lips, Carlos felt that his consciousness had returned a little, and there was a little warmth in his abdomen, that is, he usually didn't drink, and he felt numb in his mouth, and there was a hint of bitterness in his mouth.

Drinking too much bitter wine is not a good thing, and it is easy to shed tears with a bitter nose.

Carlos felt that he had grown up and didn't want to shed tears, and even if he did, he had to hide by himself and never let his teacher see it, so he carried the wine bottle and pursed his lips and went upstairs.

Du Buyi looked at Carlos's thin back who went upstairs and left, and didn't say anything, just a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth.

Back in his room, Carlos suddenly heard a whistle outside the window on the mountain behind him.

Then a group of voices with synchronized intonation resounded in the back hills.

"In the face of a strong enemy, we are not afraid, we are courageous and loyal, we are worthy of God, we are loyal and upright, we would rather die than give in, and we will protect the weak......

Integrity, mercy, valor, justice, sacrifice, honor, soul!"

Carlos opened the window in surprise and saw Grant climbing up from under the window, and the old groom's legs and feet were very neat, and his movements were a little sharper than that of his eldest brother De Ligt.

Without waiting for Carlos to ask, the old gaff Grant said respectfully: "The instructor of the knights, Dwarf McLean, said that there is a clearing in the back mountain, which is very suitable for these trainee knights to train, and it just so happens that De Ligt left with the Duke, and I replaced him as the night watchman, and I am here to protect the little master, and there is no owner in the mansion, so it is better for those who stay to move to the back mountain together." ”

Carlos tiptoed to look out the window at the mountains and forests, and could vaguely see a number of gray tents scattered and set up in the bushes.

"What are these probationary knights shouting again?" Carlos had excitement on his face, was this his own knight guard in the future?

"Taught by Dwarf McLean, the ghost knows what he shouted? Anyway, these people have sworn allegiance to the Stevenson family in the name of the God of Light, no matter what these people shout, their lives are the Stevenson family's, as long as the dwarf instructor can train these well, so that each of these people can become a loyal knight who can kill, it is a good thing. ”

Carlos smiled, this is not rough, the knight will indeed eventually raise his sword and kill. However, it is also a good thing to learn chivalry, at least when you need to kill someone, you can have a basic criterion.

Grant was gone, and Carlos looked out the window and suddenly felt his depression swept away.

Early the next morning, Carlos woke up early, and there was another high-pitched shout from the woods in the back mountains.

The early morning air in the forest was fresh, Carlos crossed the back mountain path, and came to the camp of the trainee knights, where dozens of strong men were neatly arranged in a clearing, and they were training as warriors, with long swords held in the palm of their hands, repeating the basic training of chopping and stabbing.

And Carlos's sudden arrival made these people train even harder, they were already residents of the town, and they all knew this noble young master who used to be high in their eyes.

From the moment they became Cadet Knights, they knew who they were serving for.

And who will bring glory and wealth to them and their families?

The eyes of the crowd in training were hot, because the one who could bring them everything in the future was the thin boy in front of them, the real master of the trainee Cavaliers, Carlos Stevenson.