With the exception of some would-be lancers who patrolled the territory and guarded the castle, the others quickly returned to the open space outside the guardhouse. One of the older lancers came to the outside of the guard's room, saluted respectfully to the two knights in the room, and reported in a loud voice, "Sir Augustine, according to your request, all the remaining members of the guard have returned. ”

Ferguson turned his face sideways and shouted at the lancers, "Let them assemble, Sir Augustine has something to say." ”

At this time, Isabel changed her uninhibited state just now and immediately became alert. She had a premonition that there would be a solemn and solemn scene next, and looked at the knight captain with a serious expression on her face and said, "Sir Augustine, you intend to formally introduce me to your cavalry, do you?" ”

Ferguson raised his eyebrows, squinted at her and said, "Well, smart woman?!" By the way, are you a nobleman? I bet with Sir Augustine that you must be a nobleman. ”

Augustine glanced at Ferguson and said, "Sir Alex Ferguson, you'd better keep a close eye on your purse. After speaking, he handed his stabbing sword to Isabelle's eyes, and said calmly: "Isabel Walton, tie the sword for me!" ”

Isabel hesitated for only two seconds before taking Jazz's sword with both hands and strapping it around Sizz's left side of his waist. When Augustine had finished her very simple work, he looked at her and said, "Do not doubt why I would ask you to do this, for this is one of your squire's duties." ”

In Isabel's eyes, Sir Augustin Walton seemed to have become Commodore Reynolds, the cadet commander-in-chief of the Naval Academy. She recalled the work attitude of the admiral in earnestly and responsibly cultivating the sense of responsibility, honor, and loyalty of every naval cadet, and her eyes moistened a little.

Ferguson seemed to see something on her face, raised his chin and said to her, "Isabel, are you excited or sad?" You must be sad, I guess, aren't you? ”

Isabel squinted at him and said to herself, "Damn, can't this guy's mouth be closed?" Then he replied coldly: "Sir Alex Ferguson, if you are going to flirt, you have found the wrong man." ”

Augustine looked at them and said, "All right, let's go out." ”

While the three of them stood in front of the quasi-lancers standing in two rows, a drizzle fell in the sky again. As the cold wind blew over the faces of the lancers with a drizzle of cows, everyone stood there like a stake.

With his hands behind his back, Augustine exclaimed aloud as his gaze crossed the face of each would-be lancer: "As you know, three years ago a plague took away my beloved daughter, Rosalind. Therefore, in the past three years, I have not accepted a single son of a nobleman as my attendant. Because, I don't want to transmit this sad, bad emotion to my attendants through my face, my mouth, or even my actions. Do you know why? ”

The would-be lancers present did not speak, and Augustine added: "For, sooner or later, my squire will one day become a true knight, and he will apply all the combat skills he has learned from me to the fullest on the battlefield." If he had learned from me to grieve, to cry, to the pain of losing a loved one, he would not have made it out of the battlefield alive! ”

Then, Jazz turned around and said to the would-be lancers, "You must be curious as to why a grown woman over the age of fourteen would appear here, in the presence of the guards, where only men are allowed. ”

"Of course, some of you have seen her military skills, and some of you have heard of how she killed His Highness's janitor and how she coerced Sir Alex Ferguson. So, what kind of woman do you think she is? ”

A would-be lancer was bold and shouted, "Captain, she must be a witch!" If she wasn't a witch, how could she do what only a man could do? ”

Another quasi-lancer cried out, "Sir, why didn't His Royal Highness the Duke crucify her?" Wicked witch, she must be planning how to eat our hearts at this point! ”

Augustine raised his right hand and pressed it in the air, and said, "Quiet, my knights. His Royal Highness the Duke did consider crucifying her, but His Highness knew very well that she was definitely not an evil witch. ”

"Her name is Isabel Walton and she comes from the Principality of Andorra on the European continent. Although she is an Andorran from the European continent, I can see from her that her military combat ability is almost no less than that of the Burgundians hired by His Majesty. ”

"Therefore, Her Royal Highness intends to use her power to help us defeat the revolt of wandering peasants in the kingdom now. Although these wandering peasants are still far away from us, they will still come to the north after all. ”

As soon as these words came out, the mood of the quasi-lancers present became a little commotion. When Ferguson saw that something was wrong, he hurriedly shouted: "Quiet! Be quiet! Are you scared? Afraid of these inferior untouchables coming to attack Nottingham Castle? Afraid of losing everything you have now? ”

A young would-be lancer replied loudly: "Sir Alexand, we are not afraid. We were just worried that if there was an army of revolts of thousands or tens of thousands of wandering peasants, how would we respond? ”

The mood of war cowardice can be very easily transmitted to every soldier who is about to go to the battlefield. As a future naval officer, Isabel was keenly aware of this crucial factor affecting morale and whispered a few words to Ferguson.

Then, with a smug smile, Ferguson said loudly to the lancers, "What are we?" We are knights who fight for honor, for wealth, for the protection of their homeland! This is our creed, and it is also the creed we abide by for life! It is only when we fight to the death for the sake of justice and evil that the gods will bestow upon us the glorious title of 'Knight'! ”

Ferguson glanced at the faces of the quasi-lancers, regained his calm expression, and said: "Knights, you should think more about what you will gain from winning the war, you will get a lot of wealth, horses, armor and weapons, and you will also get the supreme glory of knighthood!" For you are the guardians of God, a guardian of God who fights for the highest glory!! ”

Augustine was very pleased with Ferguson's remarks. But on second thought, how did this burly, hot-tempered guy who didn't want to die in a fight learn how to restore morale and combat effectiveness so quickly.