On the eighth day of the northward march, the conscriptive army led by Viscount Pierre marched to Lucesen.

Lucesin was an unimaginably large city for many of the conscripts, and in order to ease the soldiers' resentment for many days, Viscount Pierre granted permission for all conscripts to rest outside Lucesen for a day.

Arte's patrol was stationed in a clearing outside the northern city of Lucesen, next to Dean's barracks. He did not allow the soldiers to enter the city to relax, but asked Spencer to organize a few soldiers to go into the city to buy a batch of fresh meat, fruits and vegetables, and beer, and returned to the station, intending to hold a simple dinner for the soldiers.

Art himself took Ron to visit Bishop Olof Hannis at the Abbey of Serankför.

In the abbot's office of the monastery, Art met Bishop Orlov.

After kissing the ring, Bishop Orlov gently lifted Yat to his feet, and said with a smile on his face: "Congratulations, son, I was very happy for you when I learned at the court that your name was among the twenty-one probationary knights who were canonized this time, and I am sure that your father, who is far away in heaven, will also be pleased with your glory."

Art bowed his head and drew the Holy Cross, and replied reverently: "Thank God, it is the light of the Lord and the heroic spirit of the Father that shine on me." By the way, Art was nostalgic for his "cheap" father.

Bishop Orlof let the servant take a box, opened it with his own hands, handed it to Art, and said, "Son, I know that you will definitely come to Lucesin to meet me, so I have prepared a gift for you to celebrate your promotion to midship." The bishop removed a silver cross necklace from the box, and Art leaned down for the bishop to put it on.

Bishop Orlov patted Yat on the head and said, "Son, I was going to send a priest with you to follow your army, so that he could protect you and your soldiers on behalf of God, but this time the palace has called up a large number of troops, and even many monks in the monastery have been drawn with the army, and the Hwov Cathedral has been completed, and I am in urgent need of a large number of clergy, so I have to give you this cross necklace that I carry with me, so that it can bless you." ”

Art was secretly glad that Bishop Orlov did not have a military priest to send, otherwise he really did not know how to place this priest, because the patrol army carried many herbs that had not yet been approved by the Church, and the use of these herbs was most likely understood by the Church as the use of evil medicine and witchcraft, and the next thing Art was going to do was not necessarily approved by the Church.

"Thank you, Your Excellency, for your kindness. I am glad to hear that you have been elevated to the position of Bishop of the Diocese of Lucesen, and this time I have brought you a set of porcelain from the East from the south as a gift for your ascension. With that, he motioned for Ron to bring up a set of porcelain wine glasses.

Art admired this kind old man very much, not only because the old man in front of him had sought a lot of practical benefits for him, but also because this old man was his father's loyal master and friend during his lifetime.

Bishop Orlov opened the brocade box and touched this set of valuable porcelain, closed the brocade box and pushed it back, "Child, you bring back the gift, the set of porcelain you gave me last time is already very precious, and now that the Khvov Cathedral is basically completed, I don't have to go around collecting money, you keep these things for yourself, you need these things more now." In addition, Earl Balwyn has been promoted from Minister of Justice to Vice-Chancellor of the Court and Vice-Chancellor of the Army, and your conscripted army is under his command, and Earl Balwyn has mentioned in a private letter to me that he wants to meet you, so you must not forget to pay a visit to Lord Earl when you arrive in Besançon, and he is most fond of these delicate things, and it would be best if you could get a temporary errand with Lord Earl......

Bishop Orlof finally rejected Art's gift, and now that he is the diocese bishop of Lucesen, he will no longer accept Art's gifts when he is most short of money, and he helps Art to a large extent because Arte's father was his friend during his lifetime, and Bishop Orlof cherishes the pure friendship with Arte's father back then......

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After saying goodbye to Bishop Orlov, when he left the monastery and returned to the camp outside the city, there were many onlookers around the station of the patrol team. Seeing that the situation was not right, Art quickly led Ron to push through the crowd, only to see that Odo was arguing with someone, and the soldiers of the patrol team were all wearing armor and weapons out of the tent to confront each other.

"My soldiers saw that one of you had stolen a keg of beer, and you must give it back to me." A gruff voice rang out at the edge of the patrol camp.

Shouting at the top of his throat was the small leader of the Caravan guard of the Dean family, who was usually quite domineering in his own army, and often beat and scolded ordinary soldiers on the conscription. Today, Sir Dean took his entourage into the city for recreation, leaving this guy to take care of the camp, probably because he was dissatisfied with the patrol team these days, thinking that they were too showy, or drank too much and were a little careless, and now he dared to take the initiative to go to the camp of the patrol team to stir up trouble.

"Bastard, this barrel of beer was obviously bought from the city, and you TM have the cheekiness to say that it is yours!" Spencer rolled up his cuffs and was about to step forward to fight the little leader of the guards.

Otto grabbed Spencer, whose eyes were bloodshot, and scolded, "Are you a pig? Don't you see that the bastard is just trying to stir up trouble? Viscount Pierre just strictly forbade private fights in the army yesterday, do you want to break the military order? ”

"You bastards, you don't admit that you steal our wine, you really think you're a warrior when you wear a black robe, and you ...... crumbs" The little leader was arrogant, and his drunken ugly face was red and red.

In the past few days of the northward march, the little leader has a lot of jealousy and hatred for the black-robed patrol team. These black-robed soldiers always looked invincible, which made several caravan guards under the leader lose their brilliance.

The little leader drank some wine today, but he was still not satisfied, he was going to ask the soldiers of the patrol team for a few beers, but he was coldly added by Spencer, and the master Dean was also quite disgusted with this patrol team, so the little leader used the strength of the wine to argue with him.

The little leader was at a loss, and he quarreled a few words and planned to settle the matter, but there were more and more people watching the excitement behind him, and the soldiers who were usually holding back their grievances finally found an outlet and clamored for the little leader. The little leader was put up the steps by the people behind him and couldn't save face, so he had to continue to mess with Spencer with the strength of his wine.

Seeing that Otto stopped Spencer from stepping forward to fight with the little leader, and a good show was about to cool down, the good deeds in the crowd shouted in a strange way: "Aren't you black-robed soldiers quite capable on weekdays?" Why did you start a pus-filled soft egg today? There was a burst of laughter and taunts from the crowd.

As the deputy captain of the patrol team, he really wanted to draw his sword and hack the leper dog in front of him and then beat all the miscellaneous people who made a fuss, but he was also a military judge, and he couldn't take the lead in doing this kind of thing that obviously violated military orders......

When he was in a dilemma, Yat's figure appeared.

Art walked out of the crowd, pulled out the knight's sword at his waist and slowly walked towards the few people who were arguing, put the sword on the neck of the little leader, and scolded: "Trespass into the barracks without permission and behead!" Didn't your adults tell you? ”

Heaven and earth conscience, there is really no one who has told the little leader the rule of "breaking into the barracks without a weapon and beheading", and besides, they are friendly small leaders The weapons on their waists have never thought of being unsheathed.

However, standing in front of the small leader was the supreme commander of the other party, and he was also a trainee knight, so the little leader naturally did not dare to refute what he said.

The little leader under the blade of Shengwei instantly became half a cut shorter, and muttered in a low voice: "My lord, your soldiers stole my wine, and I just came to retrieve my things~"

"Yes, the black-robed soldier stole the wine." Everyone behind him also agreed, but the momentum was much smaller than just now.

Art put the sword down from the little leader's neck, took the knight's sword and looked around the camp to watch the crowd, and then turned to look at Odo, who shook his head firmly in denial.

"Guys, this brother said it was my soldier who stole his beer, and my soldier denied it. I'm guessing one of the two of them is lying! Everyone didn't understand what the adult in front of them was trying to say, but Art understood that everyone just wanted to set up a rice plant to watch the excitement and throw stones casually to get angry.

"Guys, I guess you don't care which of them lied, all you want is for them to fight, right? Then you may be able to throw two stones and spit on them. ”

Art looked at the crowd that was slowly quieting down, and continued, "Many of you have been pointing fingers at my military center all day long, and you have long been impatient with us, right?"

There was some commotion in the crowd.

"What do you steal or don't steal wine, you just want to find us to fight, and you are worried about violating the military order of the viscount to prohibit private fighting, so you found such a lame excuse to make trouble!"

Everyone's minds were seen through, and they were all a little embarrassed, and a few of the most troublesome guys in the crowd were ready to leave in a huff.

Seeing that someone wanted to slip away, Art hurriedly stopped: "Those brothers, don't go, yes, it's that bearded and small-eyed guy, don't be in a hurry to slip away, there's still a good show here!"

A few people who wanted to slip away were targeted by the crowd, and they had to stay for the sake of face.

"Since any of you want to fight with my soldiers, then I will fulfill you, so that you can be angry without worrying about disobeying the military orders of the Viscount."

There was a sudden uproar in the crowd, and several guys pricked up their ears to listen, they really had itchy hands.

"It's very simple, you pick ten warriors and fight against six soldiers of a squad of the Patrol Team, and if you win, my soldiers apologize to you, and I will personally present you with two barrels of beer and two pieces of bacon; If you lose, apologize to my soldiers, and when you see my soldiers in the future, they will obediently take a detour. ”

"This is not a private fight but a martial arts training, it is not a violation of military orders, do you dare?"

Ateti looked around at the crowd of onlookers and shouted, "Do you dare? ”

Seeing that the situation was under control, the armored and armed soldiers of the patrol team withdrew their weapons one after another, and if there was no training in the competition disciplined by military discipline, they were confident that they would have taken all the miscellaneous pieces outside the camp to their stomachs.

"Why don't you dare! A competition is a competition. A guy in soft armor on the inside, a full-body plate chain armor on the outside, and a floral belt around his waist walked out of the crowd and said to Art.

The person who came was none other than the owner of the little boss, the apprentice knight Dean.

"Lord Dean, you came just in time, lest you be told that I am bullying you in your absence." Art sheathed her sword and walked over to Dean.

Dean has lived in a wealthy merchant family since he was a child, and he is competitive in everything, and recently marched and camped with Art's patrol team, those black-robed soldiers looked fierce and mighty everywhere, and compared to his own soldiers like a group of mountain bandits, he was suffocated in his heart, and Dean found that Art actually carried southern goods in the caravan, which made Dean vigilant. Today, after having fun in the tavern in the city, when his soldiers were about to be happy, he urgently reported that his people were being oppressed by the patrol team, and Dean returned to the barracks with a belly full of anger, just in time for this scene.

"Lord Art, what ten against six? Do you look down on my soldiers? I demand a fair fight! Moreover, since there should be more trophies in the competition, why bother to fool my people with some bad wine and rotten meat, they should be bigger than us~" As he spoke, Dean took out a cowhide money bag from his bosom, grabbed a handful of large silver marks and threw them on the ground in front of Art, and more than 20 large silver coins worth nearly 3,000 fenniels were scattered all over the ground.

Art glanced down at the scattered silver coins, looked up and replied, "Okay, then I'll thank Lord Dean for his generosity on behalf of my soldiers." Ron, go get that tin armor of mine and make a bet. ”

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A "jousting tournament" is about to take place in an open field outside the city of Lucesern.

Not only did the 100 or so soldiers who had been recruited and assembled in the north come to watch, but even the hawkers, citizens, and idle hooligans outside the city also gathered around the clearing to watch the excitement.

Viscount Pierre was not in the camp today, but even if he were, he would not prevent a fair and orderly training session.

On one side of the contest were six soldiers and four prisoners of war from the 4th Squad of Arte's patrol team, Tuba Force, and on the other side were ten able-bodied guards and retinues from the Dean Army.

The six soldiers of Art were dressed in black robes and cloaks, neat and mighty, and the four prisoners of war were also bandits who were accustomed to fighting, and they were full of blood; The seven guards on Dean's side are fighting all year round, and they are aggressive, and the three followers are good at training and their combat effectiveness is not low.

The crowd of onlookers was not idle, those with money and goods handed over their bets one after another, and those with no money and nothing also shouted and cheered at the top of their voices.

"Sir Odo, this matter started because of me, and I want to participate in this competition!" Spencer, who has always disliked fighting and fighting, was aroused today and took the initiative to apply to Otto to participate in the competition.

Otto swept Spencer from top to bottom, then turned his head to look at Art, who nodded in agreement.

"You go up and command the prisoners of war to serve, if you lie down first, I'll let you eat!" Otto slammed at Spencer.

Spencer walked into the clearing, took a short wooden stick from the hand of a prisoner of war and told him to go down, and then whispered to the remaining three prisoners of war: "The rest of the men have soldiers to deal with you, you don't care, you keep an eye on that little leader when we fight for a while, we will deal with him together, as long as we can't die, we will fight him to death, whoever kills him first, I will invite whoever drinks beer and eats bacon at night!"

Several prisoners of war were considered to be in danger because of their anger, so this time they were unlucky to be taken out by Art to do labor, suffering all the way, and they did not dare to vent their grievances.

On weekdays, they don't dare to provoke those soldiers who kill people without blinking, but they are not at all afraid of the miscellaneous soldiers who came to make trouble and brawl today.

"Start !!"

The jousting training began with the cheers of another trainee knight watching the excitement.

The six soldiers of Arte's patrol team stood in a neat row, raising their shields and sticks.

The ten soldiers on the opposite side were taken aback by the sudden drink, and hurriedly raised the shields of different sizes in their hands to make a blocking posture.

However, after a long while, the black-robed soldiers on the opposite side did not attack, and several guards stretched out their heads out of their shields and immediately retracted them, and their obscene appearance caused a burst of laughter from the onlookers.

Dean, who was watching the game from the sidelines, saw that his people had lost momentum, clenched his fists and shouted: "Rush up and kill them for me!!"

Dean's ten soldiers raised their clubs and rushed towards the soldiers of the patrol team~

On the patrol side, Tuba's squad of soldiers moved their right leg back and leaned forward to form a shield array to meet the savage onslaught from the opposite side, and Spencer, who did not carry a shield, and three servants, who were armed with sticks, stood behind the shield array to guard the two wings.

"Bang~! Bang~Knock~Knock" The rushing Dean soldiers slammed into the shield of the Tuba team, or slammed the club into the shield with the club in their hand.

Taking advantage of the fact that the Tuba squad resisted the brutal onslaught of the opposing soldiers, Spencer took three servants, raised a wooden stick and rushed out from the right flank of the shield array, Spencer kicked over an "enemy soldier" who tried to bypass the shield array and attack the rear, and led the three people around behind the "enemy soldier" who was "breaking the formation" in front of the shield array, ignoring the swinging sticks, and touched the back of the little leader after being beaten twice.

The little leader has been guarding the caravan for many years, and he has also seen battles, and he did not panic after finding someone behind him, but stabbed the wooden stick in his hand behind him fiercely, and Spencer, who was caught off guard, did not expect that the little leader did not turn around but the weapon arrived first, and he was hit hard in the abdomen by the wooden stick and took a few steps back.

"me!!" Spencer rubbed his stomach and yelled at the three prisoners of war who had just escaped the entanglement of the "enemy soldiers".

The little leader turned his head to look at the guy who had been stabbed open, and continued to deal with the shield array in front of him that was difficult to break through. Seeing that the shield array in front of him was a little loose under his heavy blow, the little leader was about to deliver a fatal blow, but he didn't expect that in a command of the "three-person battle array", the shield array that was dense just now suddenly split into two independent shield arrays, and the small leader in the center was empty in front of him, followed by six sticks whistling from both sides at the same time. Before the little leader could react, he had been hit by at least two sticks, and when he remembered to organize the soldiers to attack separately, there was a muffled sound behind him, and his body staggered - the guy who had just been stabbed rushed up with three more people...

This time, the four Spencers ignored the sticks around them, and concentrated on surrounding the little leader in the middle, and the five-foot-long wooden stick beckoned to the little leader in all directions, the little leader raised his shield to block the left side, and a club fell on the right side, and the stick blocked the front, and another stick in the back......

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Standing behind the open space and watching the battle, Odo saw that the four Spencers kept beating up one of the little leaders, the unlucky guys had been beaten to the ground, and the other "enemy soldiers" were dragged to death by two closely coordinated battle groups and could not rescue the trapped little leaders.

Odo was a little worried about the big casualties, and said to Art: "My lord, the soldiers don't have anything light on their hands, and I'm afraid that Lord Dean's soldiers will be disabled if they continue to fight like this?" ”

Art glanced at Dean who was staring at him hatefully, and replied nonchalantly, "Odo, have you ever been bitten by a dog?" To deal with those biting dogs, you have to beat them until they see you and walk around with their tails between their legs, otherwise these vicious dogs will have to jump out and bite you from time to time. ”

Otto said no more.

On the field, when Spencer was beating the little leader with prisoners of war, Tuba was directing his combat team to force the four "enemy soldiers" back step by step, and they bypassed the "enemy soldiers" who had fainted by being hit in the head on the ground, and rushed towards the four retreating guys......

Dean didn't expect that these guys who usually pretend to be so brave, these soldiers may not be able to defeat their own soldiers alone, but these guys are not easy to separate at all, they always hide behind the shield, the three of them raise their shields to defend in all directions, like a moving shield that people can't break up and gnaw on, and when the besieging soldiers have a slight flaw, there will be a long stick or short stick beckoning out from behind the shield~

Tuba in the three-person battle formation saw that the "enemy soldiers" no longer had the blood courage they had at the beginning, and he decisively ordered: "Scatter and kill!"

The two battle formations instantly divided into six individual soldiers with shields and sticks, and rushed towards the "enemy soldiers" respectively......

The red-eyed Spencer nearly beat the little leader to death, and the spectators outside the arena gasped at the muffled sound of sticks and meat. The enraged Lord Dean had even drawn his knight's sword at his waist and was about to rush into the field to slash the patrol soldiers, but of course he didn't dare to go up in the end, because the three rows of soldiers in the patrol camp had already raised their wooden shields and raised their weapons......

"Stop it!!"

In the end, the martial arts training, which was more like a brawl, ended with the scolding of Viscount Pierre, who had returned from the city.