It was about two months ago, and Charles himself didn't remember very well, since he met Elena at Count Atlas's dinner, he had been like this for a long time.

But in terms of status, Charles is nothing more than a foreign nobleman, and he doesn't have much influence here in Djerkhara at all. So it was impossible for him to be a guest at Count Atlas's castle every day. In this way, he will not be able to meet his lover, which must be so tormenting for Charles, who is in love and can't extricate himself. So, in order to have a good reason to come and go in and out of the castle at will, Charles went to great lengths to find Count Atlas and said that he wanted to join his army and serve him.

Count Atlas heard Charles's request and looked at him with some surprise: "I'm really sorry, I thought that a young man like you, who came from a good aristocratic family, would disdain to work in my army. Since you do, then I have nothing to disagree with. Hull, take Lord Charles to our barracks and ask Wisky to give this friend of ours a position. Remember, it has to be the kind of well-paid and elegant job that can be worthy of Lord Charles, and it must not make Lord Charles dissatisfied, you see! ”

Naturally, Hull agreed, and Charles followed him out of the castle after thanking him from the bottom of his heart, and walked towards the western corner of Djerkhara.

After walking for about twenty-five minutes, they finally arrived at the military camp in Djerkhala. The commander of the city guard, Visky, saw them from afar, quickly stood up, and walked briskly towards them.

He smiled at Hull and then greeted Charles, who was following Hull. Charles is also somewhat famous throughout Djerkhara because of his laurels in previous athletic tournaments, and it is known that this foreign nobleman temporarily lived in Djerkhala, but it is not known why he stayed here for so long.

Wiskey led Charles and the others to a house in the barracks, where he threw his horsewhip on a dirty table, his sword at his waist making a crisp sound against it. He pulled out a bottle of wine from the back cupboard, filled it for both Charles and the butler, and then turned to Charles with his dark blue eyes, and saw happiness leaping in his eyes.

"Rare guest, rare guest, I don't know why Lord Charles came to us?"

Charles smiled at his friendly gaze and turned his head to Hel, the butler, and motioned for him to explain what he meant.

"Lord Charles has asked to serve our common master, Lord the benevolent Lord Atlas, so Lord Lord Charles wants me to tell you to give Lord Charles a suitable position in the army."

"I see." Wisky laughed and said loudly, "Let me see what posts are vacant, Peter!" Peter! You slacker, don't hurry up and bring me the roster, be careful that I whip you! Oh, here, Lord Charles, there's a vacancy for the position of Captain of the Third Cavalry Squad, I wonder if you'd be interested in trying it out? ”

"Okay, no problem, I don't have any opinions! I'm sorry to delay you on this. Charles replied.

After a few more pleasantries with Visky and the butler, he followed the herald named Peter towards the camp of the third cavalry regiment.

Peter walked ahead with a paperwork in his hand, Charles following closely behind him. After walking a long dirt road, they finally came to a field surrounded by rows of pine stakes.

At this moment, Peter suddenly stopped, smiled apologetically, and said, "My lord, the cavalry here are all big and coarse, except for the lord and their original captain, they are not convinced, and they always like to make fun of the officers, and they can't be dissuaded at all. No matter how good-tempered people are, they will be so angry that their lungs will blow up here, and there are already three masters who have come here to be captains who have been angry with them. Master Wisky said that if you really can't stand them, go to him, and he will whip them for you. ”

After saying this, he looked at the stake in front of him with some hesitation, and with a heartbeat, he pushed open the gate and walked in. And the group of lawless cavalrymen in his mouth were sitting on the haystacks chatting, and a few diligent ones were feeding the horses.

"Hey, cavalry," Peter greeted as he stepped back, "according to the orders of Lord Count Atlas and the confirmation of Chief Wisky, Lord Charles is coming here to be your commander." Remember, Lord Charles is a nobleman, and you must not be disrespectful to him, or no one will be able to save you! ”

After saying this, he left without looking back, as if he was afraid of being beaten.

Charles looked at Peter, who had fled with some embarrassment, and turned his head to greet the group of cavalrymen who didn't seem to have anything bad about them. But before he could speak, a young man with short orange-red hair and a swarthy Rhodoc face came up to him and said defiantly, 'Yo ho, noble lord, right?' It's so powerful, we're so scared! Isn't it, brothers! “

"Don't mix with a little white face like you here, where do you come from, where do you go back, we don't want a noble lord like a little white face here!" A man with a scarred face in the back shouted loudly and laughed out loud.

"Look at him like that, I guess he can't even ride a horse, and he still comes to us as the boss, hurry up and stay where it is!"

"Little white face, do you want grandpa to teach you how to pick up girls! Eh, no, we don't need to teach you little white faces at all, and we even have to learn from you! Tell me, whose girl did you sleep with to be sent to us! “

"Hahaha"

In the sky, the dying sun was spitting out pink breath from the cracks in the trees beside the training ground. Charles suppressed the anger in his heart and strode into their barracks, ready to handle the handover. However, this group of cavalrymen who were not afraid of heaven and earth followed him all the time, walking around him, making fun of him endlessly, and did not feel tired at all.

Charles had no choice but to walk out again, frowning and saying to a soldier who looked more honest on the side: "Since it is a cavalry team, what about your horses?" “

The soldier lazily lifted his gray eyes, looked at Charles with no interest, and lowered them again.

"Won't you see for yourself, it's over there. We all have horses, if you don't have one, go and pick it yourself, the Earl has just expanded the army, no more, no less, a total of thirty-five horses, you can pick which one you want, catch me one by one and ask what you are doing. “

Charles turned around and saw a huge stable about three hundred meters behind, where several beautiful hunting horses were grazing. But strangely beside them, there was such a strange black horse, who stood proudly on his side, and seemed to disdain to eat with the herd.

Out of curiosity, Charles walked over to the black horse without looking back, wanting to see what was different about him.

"Hey, that aristocratic old man went to find Biseverus, it's going to be a good show!"

"What, he went to Biseverus!? Come on, let's bet on how long he'll be kicked off by Biseverus. “

"Five dinars! I guessed less than five minutes! “

"Bet, three minutes!"

", I don't think he can hold on for a minute!"