In 1856, the garrison of the county of Bayonne, under the wise command of the great Count Charles Chevalier, began its autumn military exercises.

During the exercise, the infantry soldiers of the Bayona garrison demonstrated a shield-gun defensive formation, and with the coordination of the cavalry company, they completed a variety of combat mission examples, fully demonstrating the difference between professional soldiers and amateur recruited peasant soldiers.

In the final stage of the exercise, the knight squad, which had just been incorporated under the Earl's command, also participated, and engaged in a friendly shooting range competition with the elite cavalry led by the commander of the garrison battalion, Montero.

"Chirp!"

"Bang!"

Montero threw a spear from his galloping horse, accurately hitting the target from a distance of 150 meters, eliminating the last imaginary enemy of the exercise, winning a round of applause from the fighters and locking the final result at 9 to 6.

Byrne and Gerson were half a beat behind and didn't get to the final goal, Bourne was nothing, and the likes of Lund Emile and Foreman were extremely unwilling, this was their first appearance for Charles in front of others, and winning or losing was important to them.

Charles hadn't shot the seagull since he shot down the seagull with an arrow, and kept a serious expression the whole time, until Bourne and the others returned to him a little lonely, and then showed a comforting smile.

"Byrne, don't be so frustrated, Montero and Webber are real knights, and it's beyond my expectations that you've got this result. ”

Bourne nodded silently, drove the war horse to stand behind Charles, and quietly took on the responsibility of personal guard, just now he did have the idea of breaking wrists with Montero and others, but his strength did not allow it, so he could only reluctantly accept the reality.

The ninth rank of the warrior transcendent system is "Knight", although Byrne is also revered as a knight, but it is only a canonized knight lord, compared with Montero and Webb, there is still a chasm.

"Montero, bring the warriors back to the barracks first, and I will personally entertain my warriors tonight!"

"Yes, my Earl!"

Montero saluted Charles very respectfully, and then commanded his men to leave in a loud voice, and when he finally left, he glanced at Bourne and the others, and the disgust and disdain in his eyes were not disguised at all.

Ye Luzi is Ye Luzi, except for those geniuses who are almost demons, they will always be despised and suppressed by decent and extraordinary people, whether it is identity or strength, it is the same.

"Byrne, bear with me a little longer!"

Charles turned his horse's head around, flicked his whip and urged the big black horse to run in the direction of the small town of Bayona.

Byrne's mouth opened, but he couldn't say anything grateful, so he drove his horse after him, and followed Charles's flank.

Foreman and the others also followed closely, but this time Lund Emile started one step ahead of the curve, naturally following the other side behind Charles, intentionally or unintentionally squeezing the position that Gerson had been in.

"Holy"

The short-tempered Foreman was about to go crazy and teach this complacent guy a lesson, but was stopped by Gerson next to him, the handsome young man had an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, and his sea-blue eyes narrowed, revealing a bit of fierce light.

Charles in front of him naturally knew the small movements of the few people behind him, and he could understand the eagerness of Lund Emile, but he was not optimistic about Lund, an Engelul, in his actions.

Sure enough, a few hours later, Charles saw a bruised-nosed and swollen Lund Emile at a celebratory dinner.

As a lord, his knights have a color on their faces, and they still need to be asked.

"Lund, did Gerson beat you?"

Lund Emile shook his head and kept his mouth shut and said nothing.

"Is that Bourne? probably not, Bourne is still very sensible......"

Tears welled up in Lund Emile's eyes, and he was tempted to say that he had just been barricaded in the stable, and had been beaten by six men, the one who had beaten himself the hardest.

"Ahem, Lund, the man has to find a way to get it back if he loses face, I heard that you Engeru people have a good amount of alcohol? ”

The listless Lund Emile blinked his panda eyes, understood what Charles meant, grabbed a large bottle of wine, and killed Forman and the others who were constantly looking in the distance.

The county of Bayonne is located in a rolling hilly terrain, with plenty of sunshine and a suitable climate, making this area a good wine region, winemaking has always been one of the main local industries, and the quality of Bayonne red wine is in high demand in the markets of several countries on the mainland, and there is often no market.

Because the price of high-quality red wine is expensive, even the locals of the county of Bayonne are not free to drink freely, unless it is the day of Daqing, the lord will make these lords happy.

Charles held a crystal glass, looked at the cheering and dancing crowd, gently tasted a small sip of crimson wine, closed his eyes and carefully experienced the delicate taste after the bitterness, the fermented taste of the top red wine made him a little enjoyable, but also a little confused, this thing...... Which is more suitable for you or the fat house happy water in the previous life?

Charles heard the sound of soft footsteps, and when he walked near him, he hesitated to move forward.

Opening his eyes, Charles saw Montero's youngest son, Brut Deman, looking timidly at him.

"Is there something wrong?

Although Brut de Man had just emphasized to Charles that he was sixteen years old not long ago, seeing his childish face, Charles still habitually called him Little Brut.

Brut Deman took a deep breath, walked over with his chest puffed up, and said with a slightly red face, "Lord Count...... I...... Want to make a request?"

"Request, it must be a very important thing to give you the courage to come to me, and I am a generous lord. Charles put down the crystal wine glass in his hand and straightened himself in a listening appearance.

Brut Deman's face turned a little redder, and he stumbled a little and said, "My lord, I want to ...... Bring one of my friends...... Let's go to Nasser City together, don't worry, I won't trouble you, I have money, I will rent her a house, usually ...... Occasionally go to see her......"

Charles's eyes lit up, and the little flames of gossip began to rise, and he approached the red-faced young man and asked in a low voice, "What's that girl's name?"

Brut Deman's breathing suddenly became rapid, and his eyes were fixed on Charles like an angry bull.

Charles was a little puzzled, I just talked to you about a topic of interest between men, why do you look so bitter and hateful?

"Lord Earl..... I am willing to pay the first (night) tax for Rentina......"

“.......”

Xia Er was stunned for more than ten seconds before he understood, this sixteen-year-old boy actually saw himself as a landlord bully who bullied men and women, did I look so much like Huang Shiren?

The first (night) tax is a tax corresponding to the first (night) right, and the lord has the right to exercise his rights when the lord marries his wife, and if the groom wants to protect the innocence and dignity of his wife, he must pay the lord.

Charles leaned on the back of the chair, cocked Erlang's legs and swayed, and said in a slightly narrow tone.

"Oh, little Brut, you know that my memory is not very good, and I only remember when you say this, I still have this right as a lord......! Generally speaking, how much should the first (night) tax be?"

Brut Deman's lip had been bitten with blood, and it took a long time for him to reply, "This is ...... It all depends on your mood ...... adults."

“........”

Seeing Little Brut's dark eyes, Charles decided not to play with the young man in front of him anymore, he sat up straight and asked, "Little Brut, why do you think that what I just meant...... What does that mean?"

“.......”

Little Brut opened his mouth for a long time, and finally said in a daze: "Whenever my father and Uncle Webb ...... When you ask someone this question like you just did, that's what you ....... That means. ”