"What people should have is the power of the sky and the stream, the power of the earth and the forest, the power of the ocean and the waves, not the divine power granted by the gods, not the magic power given by the demons, the power of nature, this is the power that every person who seems to be small and helpless, but stubborn and alive, and gives birth to countless possibilities!"

- The Song of Roland

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The crowd in front of Frey was the same as the crowd that had led Freya to the plaza a few days earlier. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that the lines lined up on both sides of the road have been replaced by city guard soldiers who are tall, short, fat and thin.

Wooden shields, blunt swords, and even antique weapons like breech muskets can be seen, and there is no uniform equipment configuration at all.

One or two helmets are crooked, they can't stand up straight, they are moving around, scratching their heads, picking their feet, and doing everything.

It is a world of difference from the martial arts women's group directly under King Arthur on the day of the witch's awakening a few days ago.

The crowd that went with Frey to the recruiting site.

There were groups of thugs, swaggering and walking.

The noble young master and young lady with a surface fortress were so smoked by the smell of sweat from the crowd that she frowned and covered her nose.

It's also a mixed bag.

However, most people, like Frey, come from the dungeons, and are referred to as "Undergrounders" by the inhabitants of the Table Fortress.

Most of these "underground people" who came to join the reserve corps were confused, and they did not have the noble desire to defend the holy land and banish evil from this world when they joined the reserve corps, but they were just to join the "city guard".

Frey, with his eyes determined, was like a firefly in the dark in the midst of the confused crowd.

So dazzling, but equally so small, as if in a flickering moment, it will be engulfed by this endless darkness.

In the crowd without a cone, there is one person who is as unique as Frey.

All the way through the man, everyone gave way, whether it was a gangster or an "underground person", and even some young masters and young ladies who thought they were noble, they all saluted the man in parts.

From the crowd's chatter, Frey seemed to hear something like "Baron Gatsby".

Frey, who occasionally glanced at him, was a little surprised.

I saw the Baron Gatsby, wearing a velvet coat trimmed with white fur trim, and a pale silver ring on his crown, decorated with six silver balls.

The low-key black cane, the moustache with great personality and the calm walking posture are full of gentlemanly style.

It's just that this baron, in Frey's opinion, is a little too young.

Gatsby, who keeps smiling at everyone in return, is obviously the same as 18-year-old Frey, and may even be the same age as Frey.

But Frey was only a little surprised, and unlike the crowd that tended to be inflammatory, he still silently walked towards the recruitment point.

This obvious contrast made Gatsby, who was surrounded by sycophants, unable to bear to look at Frey.

Seeing Frey's determined eyes and unusual behavior, the corners of Gatsby's mouth slightly swept into an imperceptible smile.

Frey waited in line for a long time, and finally entered the priest's tent in charge of the interview.

"Frey Roland, eighteen years old, volunteered to be a member of the Holy Land Training Corps, I beg permission!"

Frey bowed forward in a deep ninety degree and put his resume in front of the fat priest with both hands.

Frey held that position for a few seconds, but the fat priest didn't bother to reach for it.

"What's wrong?" Frey looked up and looked at the priest in front of him who was making tea on his own, obviously frowning.

"What's wrong? Money! I don't have twenty silver coins, so you'd better fuck off!" ”

The fat priest slapped the table in front of him, slamming the tea in the teacup to the table.

"Twenty silver coins? Isn't it free to join the Reserve Corps? Frey's mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were a little glazed.

"Sure enough, it's an underground person who can't get on the stage! Do you think this is the royal capital? If you have the ability, you will go to the royal capital to complain, and if you have no ability and no money, you will get out of the way for me! ”

"Okay......" Frey took out the pocket that Freya had sewn on the inside of his blouse, took out his only ten silver coins and a few copper plates, handed them to the fat priest who frowned and squinted, lowered his head and said, "Can you owe the remaining ten first?" I will definitely return it in the future. ”

The fat priest did not speak, grabbed the ten silver coins from Frey's hand, counted them to himself, and ignored the few copper plates that had fallen on the ground before speaking again.

"Underground people are underground people, one or two can't even take out twenty silver coins, but it's really a waste of the food sent to your dungeon by the surface fortress, I really don't understand why you are raising a bunch of waste!

It's better to let the Crusaders organize more large-scale expeditions, and better have your group of wastes eaten by monsters! It's not even as good as a pig! ……”

The insult of personality was like a sharp arrow shot into Frey's heart, and even saliva splashed on Frey's face.

Seeing Frey bowing his head as he was scolded, his eyes covered by black hair, and trembling all over, the fat priest scolded even more happily, looking like he was about to recover the loss of ten silver coins.

"Enough! You dead pig! Frey suddenly raised his head, flipped his hands and directly overturned the table in front of the fat priest.

His fists were clenched, the blood vessels on his arms were clearly visible, and his eyes were wide open, staring at the fat priest who was sitting on the ground in fright like a wolf.

Seeing Frey pick up the sharp fragments of the glass teapot on the ground, the fat priest kept backing away, his hands and feet trembling.

"What do you want to do! Guardsman! Guardsman! ”

But the man who lifted the curtain of the tent was not wearing a helmet or armor, but was carrying a sapphire cane.

"Ahh

With a slight smile, Gadsby walked unhurriedly to the fat priest who was huddled in the corner, and while helping the priest, he also shoved the sapphire-encrusted cane into his hand.

"Lord Priest, I think this matter is left to rest, the young man is not sensible, you don't have to worry about him, my cane should be worth twenty silver coins, right?"

The fat priest looked at the sapphire-encrusted cane in his hand, and then at the Baron Gatsby who was respected by everyone in Fortress X, and was a little overwhelmed.

At this time, a few lazy guards also arrived.

"What's wrong? Priest! "He also pretended to be very nervous.

"It's okay, it's okay, you guys retreat." Under the slightly threatening gaze of Gadesby and the coercion of the sapphire cane, the fat priest waved his hand at the guards and signaled to retreat.

But several guards were a little confused, and when they saw that the tent was in a mess, and Frey, who was gritting his teeth and holding a glass shard in his hand, he asked, "Is it really okay?" ”

"It's okay! You stupid pigs! Get out of here! The fat priest shouted two more words, and several guards scratched their heads and retreated in a daze.

The fat priest also had a stinky face, and with a "snap" on Frey's resume, he stamped the seal of approval on his resume, and it even looked a little vague.

"For the sake of Baron Gatsby's face, count yourself in luck this time! Or I'll kill you! ”

"Look who's killing whom!" Seeing that the fat priest was still stiff-mouthed, Frey rolled up his sleeves and walked quickly.

"Eh, let's go, let's go, it's all approved, what do you care." Gatsby also grabbed Frey.

Frey then "cut" and left the tent with Gatsby.

"Young people nowadays, why are you so bad-tempered, you can't do anything big with your stinky temper" Gatsby, who was old-fashioned, kept looking for a suitable position for his hand, as if he didn't know where to put his cane without it.

This preached also made Frey frown.

"Then why are you still helping me?"

"Help you with the reason? If I really want to say it, I don't want to miss a friend who can enter the Knights Templar in the future, a cane that is only worth ten gold coins, and a friend who can get through the relationship with the Knights, which of the two do you think is worth a little more? ”

It's only worth ten gold coins! "Only"! Hearing Gatsby's casual price make Frey's mouth open wide, ten gold coins are enough for Frey to eat for a lifetime.

But Frey was still puzzled and asked Gatsby: "Knights Templar?" How do you know I can get in? ”

"A person who does not admire power, has firm eyes, and dares to flip the table in front of the priests who are bullied by the flattery, shouldn't the purpose of joining the reserve corps be to be a city guard and wait for death, right?

Isn't it to join the most sacred and glorious Knights Templar? ”

Gatsby's hand finally found its proper place, inserted it in his pocket, and watched Frey's eyes return to his calmness of "everything is under control".

Frey smiled.

"I want to say that you really made a mistake in this calculation, I really didn't want to join the Knights Templar, I'm afraid that your ten gold cane will be given to that fat pig for nothing."

"Not the Knights? What is that? ”

"Well, maybe you won't believe it, it's a crusader."

"Crusaders?" Gatsby, who heard the answer, was also stunned for a long time.

"Interesting, not the Holy and Glorious Knights? It's not a group of priests who are rich in oil and water, but the welfare is worse than that of the city guards, and they have to go out to serve monsters as rations at every turn. It's funny. ”

Gatsby laughed and patted Frey on the shoulder.

"Then this cane should be regarded as making an interesting friend, and this is not a loss."

On the other side of Gatsby's words, Frey really couldn't refute it, as if the Crusaders were indeed such an existence.

If Freya hadn't been taken away by the witch, Frey would have preferred to stay in the dungeon and work as a coolie instead of becoming a crusader.

But Gatsby's motives for joining the army also made Frey unbearable.

"Then why did you join the army when you were a man of great glory and wealth and became a baron at a young age? Shouldn't they all be in their own mansions, dying in the pile of wine and women? I don't think you've got the consciousness to join the Knights. ”

"Is there a reason for me to join the army? Maybe if you show you one thing, you'll understand. ”

I saw Gatsby take out his finely handmade wallet and slowly open it, revealing a photo sandwiched in it.