"I vow to be kind to the weak, to fight rape, to fight wrong, to help others, not to hurt any woman, to be sincere to my friends, to fight for the defenseless, to be ...... to the death of what I love"

- Knight's Declaration

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The young woman in the photo made Frey blush, so familiar, that Anna's tight and slender thighs came to Frey's mind again, and it seemed that he could smell the faint fragrance of roses through the photo. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

With deep ruby eyes, slender legs, and a silky nightdress, leaning on a leather sofa with her index finger stirring her red hair, she is languid and elegant.

Anna?

Wrong! Although it resembles Anna, the woman's short hair in the photo is clearly different from Anna's waist-length hair.

Her eyes were obviously a little more gentle than Anna's.

"Well, yes, second princess of the Holy Land, Anne, my future wife." Seeing that Frey's eyes were straight, Gatsby showed a smug smile.

"It's Princess Anne, okay, but does it have anything to do with your joining the army?"

"Hey, hey, hey! Are your brain circuits really closed? The hints are so obvious that you can't think of it? Gatsby closed his wallet and looked at Frey's head.

"It's not obvious that the poor boy and the noble princess met and fell in love unexpectedly, King Arthur beat the mandarin duck because of the disparity in status between the two sides, and the princess forced each other with her life, King Arthur had no choice but to make a three-year covenant with him, and the poor boy joined the army for the upper position, and relied on his IQ and EQ to intrigue the priesthood group......"

"Stop, stop! How can ordinary people think of so many things when they see a photo! ”

Frey heard Gatsby gush about his character's backstory, and crossed his hands over his chest.

"I don't want to hear your long story of struggle! Besides, when did you become a poor boy! ”

"This? It may not seem to you that I am, but in the eyes of King Arthur, and even in the eyes of the ministers of the royal capital, I, the little baron who inherited my father's title, am indeed a 'man of the earth' in the middle of nowhere. Speaking of this, Gatsby could only smile wryly.

"But that's just for now, and in three years I'll be the High Priest of the Priesthood! No, it must be! Then I went to find Anne in a beautiful way, which impressed everyone! Gatsby even raised his head as he spoke, and his hands were spread out to the sides like a priest reciting the holy words.

Gatsby's move even gave Frey a delusion.

It seems that you can see a dazzling light shining behind Gatsby with his hands outstretched.

Just like the current Gatsby has been crowned with a holy robe, crowned, and become a high priest, even the two little boys who are holding up the long back hem of the holy robe behind him can be seen.

It almost made Frey applaud.

The light faded, and Gatsby withdrew his hands, returning to his original frivolous and casual appearance.

"When the time comes, when I become the high priest, if you have not been eaten by monsters in the crusaders, I will ask the king to allocate a little more money to you."

As he spoke, he continued to walk forward, and along the way, he kept cutting into all kinds of people, like a drop of water melting into a lake, which naturally made people think that Gatsby was in that conversation circle.

This level of socialization is beyond Frey's reach.

Even a few instructors of the reserve corps were made extremely respectful by Gatsby in just a few words.

"The instructors are very serious about their work, and I will say a few kind words when I have afternoon tea with your X Fortress Reserve Commander."

Gatsby's self-confidence and sophistication don't look like an eighteen-year-old boy.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, Baron." Several instructors also responded.

Gatsby suddenly stretched out a hand in the direction where Frey was standing.

"Thank you for not needing, this is my friend Frey, who is also a new training soldier, and I will trouble a few instructors to take care of it in the future."

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In this way, under the shroud of Gatsby's social aura, Frey had already become famous as soon as he entered the reserve corps, and even the grandmother who cooked in the cooking class knew that she had to add chicken legs to the recruit named Frey.

This also made Frey a little uncomfortable.

Obviously, he was just an ordinary recruit, but now he was conducting a quality test that every recruit had to undertake, and around the training ground, there were a bunch of onlookers of training soldiers.

Women accounted for the majority of them, and the staring gaze of the girls made Frey's palms holding the gun sweat constantly.

And Gatsby, where to do what quality test, is on the high tower on the side, and the head of the reserve regiment with a face full of meat is leisurely drinking afternoon tea.

crossed Erlang's legs, ate the pastries brought to his lips by the maid, and looked at Frey who was in the training ground from time to time.

"Bang ......"

Frey picked up the spear in his hand, and with trembling hands, he fired ten shots at the target in front of him.

The results were generally not too good, and the best shot only hit the position of the 7th ring, and even one shot went directly off target.

"Yikes! Blame Gatsby, this damn guy! ”

The girl's focused gaze made Frey's hands tremble.

Usually few girls notice Frey, but now she even moves slightly stiffly.

"Come on!" Frey, who was about to commit suicide because of this achievement, suddenly heard a gentle cheering voice.

Frey looked around, only to find a few babbling girls.

Seeing Frey's face flush, several of the girls burst out laughing.

"This little newcomer is so cute, isn't this the type that Sister Dog likes?" Several girls looked at the girl who had cheered for Frey before.

Frey also looked at the girl called "Sister Dog", with black hair, yellow skin, and a bell tied with a red thread around her neck, no different from the gentle big sister next door.

"If you talk nonsense, I'm going to bite!" The woman known as Sister Dog also threw herself at several women, hugged one of them, and carried out a brutal "revenge" on the woman with both hands.

Although this made Frey blush slightly, Frey also breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't want to be so useless in the next physical fitness test.

In the test of endurance and strength, Frey, who has been running errands and doing coolies between dungeons and surface fortresses all year round, did not disappoint the previous dog sister.

The completion was exceeded, and even the reserve regiment leader on the tower on the side, with a meaty face, nodded slightly.

The regiment commander and Gatsby put their minds at ease and stopped going to see Frey, if the physical fitness test did not meet the standard, even if they wanted to help Frey as the regiment commander, they would be powerless.

Gatsby also began to cut to the chase and began to pave the way for his future promotion and connections.

But before Gatsby and the meaty-faced regimental commander could say a word, they heard another exclamation from the training ground.

The two of them turned their heads to look, only to see that in the training ground, an iron sword that had been picked up spun up and plunged deep into the soil.

Everyone watching from the periphery of the training ground widened their eyes, and Sister Canine, who had been staring at Frey, even covered her mouth with her hands.