The next day, when Angus finally packed his bags from his tent and was ready to set out again, Priest Dagobert was no longer around. Today is the day of the post-war celebrations, and the knight lords all go to the jousting tournament, and only the sergeants guard the camp that smells of horse manure, and their shields do not have the unique coats of arms of those noble names, so naturally they cannot participate in the grand feast of the adults.

Angus deliberately avoided the location of the jousting arena, where a blacksmith was striking a piece of horse face armor. For the blacksmith, the pattern of forging the Palme d'Or on this piece of refined steel had occupied all his attention, and Angus did not lift his head as he passed.

"Mercenary, where are you going?" A voice rang out, and Angus followed the voice, and it was the Norman again, with a broken shield hanging from his body, on which the indistinct pattern seemed to be a red grapevine branch, and the winged helmet held in his right arm looked huge.

"Ha, where is my etiquette? I beg your pardon, my name is Robert Mallett, son of William, the governor of Caernarvon Castle. The Normans approached with their own words, and intentionally or unintentionally blocked Angus's way.

"My lord." Angus saluted, one eye glancing at the weapon in the saddle.

"Are you in a hurry, mercenary?"

"No, in fact I just finished a contract, it's time to go." Angus replied with deliberation that this man was not something he could afford to provoke at all.

"What a coincidence, I was just shot off my horse in the jousting ring, and now I have nowhere to go." Robert Mallett mentions the jousting lightly, and that laid-back attitude makes Angus feel jealous.

"I can tell, mercenary, that you are an ambitious man." There was a hint of demagogy in the Norman's voice, "Why run away quietly? ”

"Who ran away?" Angus's voice suddenly rose a step higher, and he himself was afraid of this sudden boldness, but from just now, he felt a kind of unwillingness and anger to be oppressed, and this feeling of being played as a slave was very bad.

"I guess you're afraid that Normandy dwarf will not work against you." As if he hadn't heard Angus, the Norman said, "Don't worry, that guy doesn't know anything like a conspiracy, you just spit on his chin, and he only knows how to get up and swing his sword in your face—this kind of waste that even his own brother can't fight actually wants to marry Matilda." ”

"I don't understand what you're talking about, my lord."

"Oh? Didn't Brother tell you? Robert Mallett gave a strange look, "Strange...... The two-faced ...... Well, that's right, you're going to get it going, my friend. ”

This dramatic answer finally aroused Angus's interest, and he forgot the dangerous aura of the man in front of him, stared into the other's eyes, and waited quietly for the other to explain.

"Obviously, my friend, you don't know much about your fame among Italians, and I have some doubts that the priest is deliberately hiding it from you." The Norman casually provoked, and immediately returned to the subject, "Your battle by the fire was seen by many people, including me. Honestly, if you're not always alone in your tent, there are quite a few people who are willing to ask you for a drink. ”

"So what?"

"Fame is a useful thing, for example, it doesn't take much effort for someone like me to ask for your name, isn't it because of your meagre reputation?"

Angus was obviously very useful to this statement, and he did not make any more contradictory comments.

"And if your name is known to someone like Matilda of Canossa, it's tantamount to digging a gold mine, you know?" Speaking of which, Robert Mallett's voice was a little short, with a feeling of dry throat.

"How so?"

"It doesn't matter, the point is that we can work together." The Normans, with their cunning colors, continued to tempt, "Have you ever touched a woman?" ”

He glanced at Angus's reaction, and without waiting for the young man to answer, he laughed and said, "Sure enough, it's a chick, but it's not a problem, a widow like Matilda is like a melon, not as lovely as a peach, but she's sweet and juicy enough, and I'm afraid only your age can afford it—that Normandy dwarf probably won't understand that." ”

Angus listened to the Norman's experience, and showed a strange expression, which obviously meant to let himself seduce the Lady Canossa.

"I'm a mercenary!" He replied angrily, "I only lease my sword. ”

"You're a good swordsman, but not the best." Robert Mallett didn't mind the other man's anger, "You don't just have a sword, you should train another man's sword, this kind of swordsmanship can only be mastered when piercing those black bushes - do you want to learn?" ”

Angus wanted to stab the disgusting creature to death with a sword, but he immediately thought of what the other man was saying: the swordplay that pierced the black bush. He didn't pay attention to any woman, except Maeve, who was just a girl who didn't bleed. The last time he heard someone mention the "sword" under his crotch, they called it "little pomegranate" with the same disgusting ambiguity.

"We're just trading fair, you complete the plan for me, I can give you a gift." A manuscript appeared in the hands of the Normans, and Angus involuntarily took it, the name on the cover of the manuscript was not a big deal - "1085 Swordsmanship and Cavalry Discipline", but he was immediately attracted by the contents after opening it, this manual was not for swordsmen, but for sergeants and soldiers, Angus did not know that the author of this book had written another "Treatise on Fencing", and he was concerned first of all with this meticulous and precise pattern, The slender shape of the long sword in the atlas is very different from the round-headed broadsword he usually sees, and most of the pictures are not used with the shield, which makes him feel a little incredible, in the martial arts of the northerners, the most important part is the various ways to use the shield, including various techniques such as the shield and the flying shield, but this manual does not tire of describing the movements and passwords of the first posture and the second posture, which also includes the common rules of swordsmanship etiquette, such as the change of center of gravity when retreating and the grace of landing, This is followed by a square-shaped slash circuit diagram, as well as the use of the footwork marker disc, all of which is accompanied by a large number of passwords, and the attack stance is unusually precise, ferocious, and aggressive.

Angus didn't see the cavalry training content behind, and the other party had already spoken: "How is it, is this military manual enough?" ”

Feeling the fierce collision in his chest, Angus hesitated, this may be a treasure that changes his fate, can make him change from a swordsman to a war lord, what is the identity of an illegitimate child, how many famous families in the world, as valuable as the Duke of Normandy, isn't this how it was born?