Without the slightest precaution or deliberateness, you appeared in my world like this, bringing me surprises and I can't help it.

But you are like this, and before I know it, I quietly walked away.

From my world, it slowly fades away, and all that remains is memories.

You exist...... Deep in my mind, in my heart, in my dreams, in my second brother's room.

With a hint of fantasy, a hint of luck, and a hint of self-deception, Wilton looked at the group of beautiful people in the center of the banquet stage, holding hands amid everyone's blessings.

With two points of sourness, three points of unwillingness, and five points of despair, Wilton left this banquet that did not belong to him.

I don't know why it's so rushed, from the announcement of the marriage contract to the marriage ceremony, there are only three short days, and there is not even time for Wilton to be coquettish with his father and mother, all the plans have not yet been conceived maturely, and they have been strangled in delusion by the tight time.

Goodbye, Arya, my lovely girl.

Goodbye, Arya, my wonderful first love.

Do you really hate Alex? No, Wilton himself knows that Alex is not at fault for the whole thing, but the young boy who entered the rebellious period in advance can't tell why he is so irritable.

Eventually, having his personal attendant return home to report the news, Wilton knocked on the door of the Knights of the Kingdom of Alterac in the city of Alterac.

My father was busy with political affairs and had no time to discipline himself, and after my mother became pregnant, she was very tired and had no energy to discipline herself.

So as long as it's not too fucked up and causes his parents to be dissatisfied and grounded, Wilton is still very satisfied with the free-range life now.

"Second Young Master, you're here."

Todd. When Sakhoff saw Velton, he hurried to meet him and bowed in greeting.

"It's Todd. I'm here for the night today. ”

"Understood, I'll arrange it right away."

As Carlos's personal attendant from childhood to adulthood, Todd is now prominent.

But strangely, Carlos did not promote Todd to the position of head of the palace as usual, nor did he take Todd with him, but instead placed him in the base camp of the Knights of the Royal Church. Manage logistics.

Many people speculate that Todd has fallen out of favor because of something that has disgusted Carlos.

But Wilton knew how much his eldest brother valued the new Knights of the Kingdom Sect, and how much trust he had in putting Todd here.

Although when he was young, Todd often took care of himself with his two older brothers, but as he grew older, Wilton inevitably became tainted with some arrogance of the aristocracy. Even if the heart is close, but in the tone, it is still arrogant.

However, Todd didn't care, and casually summoned one of his subordinates, arranged two sentences, and prepared to follow Wilton to listen to the dispatch.

"Go get busy, I'm familiar here."

Wilton waved his hand. Said impatiently.

Todd was stunned, smiled and bowed again in question. Then turn around and leave.

Out of Wilton's reach, Todd pulled out a copper bell and shook it, and soon two faceless men emerged from the shadows.

"Follow Master Wilton, there is no need to show up without special circumstances."

After saying that, the two quickly disappeared, and Todd thought for a moment. I felt that there was nothing wrong with it, and I left quickly.

The chance encounter with the second young master was just a small episode, and the account verification of the entire knight order had not yet been completed, and the work arranged by the eldest young master was the top priority, and Todd still had a clear distinction in his heart.

Just like Todd. Wilton was unimpressed by the vignette.

Idolatry is a behavioral instinct that all social creatures possess. In Wilton's life, his father and eldest brother were his idols. And as he grew older, his ignorant thirst for power made Carlos's image taller and clearer in Wilton's heart.

As a result, the profession of paladin is also full of attraction to Wilton.

Although it has only been established for a short time, and only a group of people have completed it so far, the Knights of the Kingdom of Church have become a legend in Alterac.

The promotion capital of the nobles, the road to heaven for the commoners.

There was nothing new under the sun, and Carlos's calculations seemed new to Azeroth, but when he raised his horizons, it was just that.

A modified version of the Junker aristocracy.

The social system must be in line with the development of the social productive forces.

The experience of the otherworldly earth cannot be copied to Azeroth, and the Red Dawn and bourgeois reform are self-defeating. In a world where human beings are not alone, the feudal system has its own unique advantages.

However, since the de facto collapse of the Arathas Empire, the current human kingdom is essentially a semi-feudal and semi-slave society of city-states.

In order to consolidate the royal power, in order to seek development, and for the sake of a grander ideal, Carlos had to strengthen the centralization of monarchical power.

But how to strengthen?

The tiger's body shook and waved his big hand?

Don't make trouble, it's no good, who messes with you.

Carlos doesn't have the power of Sargeras, and the only way out is to have a common goal.

As a result, after making up for it in the brain thousands of times, militarism is the most perfect.

If it weren't for the fear of too much shaking, Carlos would have wanted to popularize Spartan education in Alterac.

But the ideal is very plump, and the reality is very backbone.

The basis of his rule is based on a rotten relationship of power and vassalage.

The will of their supporters is also very simple and clear -- more power, more benefits.

In Azeroth, where magic and technology coexist, nobles, mages, and surplus farmers are the representatives of advanced productivity.

Realizing this pale and heavy reality, Carlos understood that revolution was not for Azeroth, and that political reform was the only way out.

Therefore, the construction of a new pro-king class has become a top priority.

This was also a major reason for Carlos to reorganize and establish the Knights of the Crown Church.

Knock on a promotion channel for the solidified rigid class and ease social contradictions.

Create new help for the stability of the royal power and win the hearts of the middle and upper classes.

I am your king, your captain, your mentor, your speculator...... Your spiritual idols.

Deepest thoughts. Carlos is engaged in a cult of personality, in the obscure myth of himself.

Some of the nobles of the whole country understood a little, and some were in a fog, but the king's decree that all marquis with more than two sons must send a child to the royal Knights of the Church for nine years of primary education for paladins was implemented throughout the country.

Hostages, protons, not unusual. Your Majesty, you just want us to send it.

Paladin, the royal family helped us train our son for free, this thing must be done.

So the third batch, more than 2,400 Paladin apprentices, became good playmates for Wilton.

The first paladins were consecrated by Carlos' own hands, and have been consumed into "dead seeds" in the brutal war.

The second batch of paladins are the "halfway goods" of the "dead remnants" who have been transformed from adult warrior assault training according to the canon written by Carlos, and are now filled with the army, serving as this middle and low-level commander and assault team.

And this third batch of Paladin Apprentices. It is a juvenile class composed of 1,400 noble protons and 1,000 children of fallen soldiers.

Carlos even regretted that he had too many things to do, otherwise he would really want to go back to the Knights' residence to live as an instructor.

The inhumanity of the Atlas PLA set of life training mode, Carlos is full of malicious anticipation of a new batch of paladins.

As the executor, he is the instructor who is called "His Majesty the Seven Martial Seas" by the poor junior apprentices.

Second only to the seven instructors under the great and wise King Carlos, who were as knowledgeable as the stars and the sea.

This is the time for the apprentices to practice before bedtime, and Wilton doesn't need anyone to lead the way, just listening to the shouts to find the right training ground.

"A strong body is the foundation of all great achievements. There is no solid foundation. Any superb martial arts is nothing but the delirium of a fool's dream. ”

It is impossible to manage more than two thousand apprentices with only seven instructors.

During the war, the last batch of "halfway paladins" who were promoted for further training due to meritorious service were undergoing deepening transformation while serving as temporary teachers.

The aura cultivated in blood and fire is not something that the young masters can resist. The apprentices doing fist push-ups blushed and let out a low, stubborn roar of pain.

Seeing this, Wilton's mood inexplicably improved.

Sure enough, happiness is based on the pain of others.

"Instructor in the Iron Mask, can I talk to you?"

The Order had a rule that instructors and apprentices were allowed not to salute their superiors and nobles while training was taking place.

Wilton had no intention of challenging the rules set by his big brother. Honestly sticking to the wall, he bypassed the crowd, walked to the general chair, and made a request to a tall mysterious figure with a black coat and a hooded face.

"It's evening class, and I'm their instructor."

Turn your face, under the hood. It is the helmet of an iron lion. The Man in the Iron Mask's voice was heard through a special resonance mechanism inside the helmet, deep and deep.

"Special Trainee Wilton. Barov wanted to get guidance from the instructor. ”

Wilton said unwillingly.

"Then Special Trainee Welton. Barov, it's evening drill time, you don't participate in training, what are you doing here? ”

The Iron Mask's majestic words came, and Wilton shuddered, and after answering aloud, he happily ran into the crowd to participate in the apprentices' physical training.

The former orc swordmaster, the defeated commander of Carlos's men, and now the instructor of the Knights, Spartacus helplessly wondered why that Carlos's younger brother liked him so much, there were some strange guys in the human race.

Standing up from the stone pile, Spartacus, the man in the iron mask, put his left hand behind him, stretched out his index finger with his right hand and leaned over to do a few one-arm one-finger Zen push-ups, which was considered to move his lower muscles.

"Do a hundred more to finish today's evening class."

After receiving the order, the temporary instructors nodded in agreement.

After black leather pants, leather boots, leather gloves, an iron-covered helmet that completely covered the entire neck, and even the voice was muffled, no one could have imagined that one of the chief instructors of the Knights was actually an orc.

Others thought that the four guards around the Man in the Iron Mask were the king's grace, to protect the safety of the instructor and maintain the majesty of the instructor. Who would have thought that the four people around Spartacus were the guards of this mobile cell and the last executioners.

"Boy, what's wrong with you again."

At the end of the evening class, the students had to go to the chapel for an hour of meditation before washing up and going to bed.

The man in the iron mask, who had been free, sat on the stone stake in front of him and clasped his hands on his chest, asking indifferently.

"My second brother robbed my beloved woman."

Wilton said with a dejected expression.

Although the four guards in the distance symbolically left ten meters away, they could still hear it clearly, and their faces all had unnatural convulsions.

"Grab it back."

Spartacus said indifferently, anyway, among the orcs, ********, you and I want to.

"But ......"

"Mother-in-law, since you have so many concerns, let it go."

"But ......"

"If you don't want to let go, you will grab it."

"My father and eldest brother will beat me to death."

"Ha, your eldest brother, I can't beat it, count on me to support you, you think too much."

"Not ......"

"What's that?"

"I just want someone to talk to."

"Then you're looking for the wrong person, the only way for men to communicate is wine and fists."

"Arya and I met by chance while hunting outside the city......"

"Hey, who wants to listen to your little brat's love history, I'll go back to sleep if it's okay."

"If life is only as first seen, her white hunting costume is really beautiful, I thought I met a fairy on the snowy mountain."

"You're enough, boy!"

The four guards wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, and they were very uncomfortable, and when they saw Todd standing in the distance, they saluted.

The guard's actions interrupted the strange and harmonious conversation between Wilton and Spartacus.

"Someone is looking for you."

Spartacus tapped on top of Wilton's head.

"Why didn't I look for you?"

Wilton retorted disapprovingly, then looked back.

"Ah, it's Todd, it looks like he's looking for me."

"Second young master, the master is very dissatisfied with your actions tonight, I'm afraid, you will have to stay in the station for a while in the future."

After Todd saluted, he conveyed the will of Patriarch Alex.

"What do you mean?"

Wilton didn't realize what this meant.

"For a month from today, you must participate in the training of the Paladin's Apprentice as punishment for your rude at the Night Dinner tonight."

"It doesn't matter, I still have a lot to say to Uncle Iron Mask."

Wilton looked indifferent.

"Madame Janis specifically pointed out that your instructor is Grand Knight Captain Shange Wenjie."

Todd added.

"No~~~ that rigid old woman!"

Spartacus looked at Verton in his wail, and behind the iron mask, the corners of his mouth inexplicably swelled with a smile.

Then there was a helpless sigh.

Although Carlos restricted his personal freedom, he did not block his access to hearing and hearing.

The city of Alterac is about to change, and this is the sixth sense of this orc swordmaster living in the human world. (To be continued.) )