The scene of Charles' departure from the port of Bayonne was much grander than when he entered the port more than a month ago, and in addition to the thousands of lords who came to see him off, many merchants from other places also came to the port to see off the special count.

Brother Afra of the Church of Twilight did not come, but he sent his deputy, Brother Moselle, to cheer him on, but he obviously did not like the hustle and bustle, and stayed alone in a secluded corner. Charles got out of the carriage and walked past the crowd and walked towards him first.

"Lord Earl, there are some things that are inconvenient for Brother Afra to come, so let me see her off on her behalf. Moselle saw Charles walking towards him, and smiled as he spoke first.

"Believe me, Brother Moselle, it won't be long before you will like this place, it will bring us unimaginable wealth, and it will help Brother Afra to save more believers and the world. ”

Moselle smiled and stretched out his hand to make a cross on his chest, "May the world no longer suffer, all for the sake of the goddess!"

"Praise be to the Goddess!"

"Lord Earl, Brother Afra asked me to tell you, she will do her best to keep order in the harbor area!"

"Thank you so much, please send me sincere greetings!"

Charles sincerely owed his body and expressed his gratitude, and today Moselle was able to come to the port terminal to see him, which can be regarded as letting the people around him see the attitude of the Dawn Church towards the reform of the port of Bayonne.

The Moselle soon left, and the remaining merchants and lords of Charles simply dealt with it casually, reiterating their solemn promise that Bayonne was a port city with a high degree of freedom, and painting a picture of the future prospects of prosperous Bayonne, which gave many investors the peace of mind they had hoped for.

In the end, he called Basel and Promi aside, "Basel, after I leave, you and Promi will cooperate to implement the new system and new rules of the port area as soon as possible, so that the businessmen who come with money are willing to spend their money in Bayona, and don't ....... like uncles."

"Also, the forces in the port area must be a little chaotic during this time, you don't get involved in anything dangerous, if you can't solve it, go to Afra, and if Afra can't solve it, then don't worry about it, I'll come back and deal with it myself......."

Charles babbled on and on for a note of attention, and Basel and Promi, who were listening, nodded repeatedly, they had noticed the changes in the port area these days, and both of them were considered the social elites of the time, so they could naturally see the prospects and importance of the port of Bayonne in the future.

In fact, Charles originally intended to let Lola or Roy stay in Bayona for a while, but the two of them refused to do so. Both of them believed that the environment of the royal capital of Nasser was far more complicated than that of the county of Bayonne, and neither of them was worried about the safety of their master.

"My lord, I'm busy with things in the port area these days and haven't noticed...... On Byrne's side, that Savile didn't know when he left, and there was an extra kid in their ranks. Just as Charles was about to get on the boat, Bourne suddenly walked over and said something to himself.

"Well, I let Savile go, I don't like that guy very much!" said Charles, stunned and his face unchanged.

The maneuverability of the sailing ship was not as good as that of the power ship, and it took the Lothair half a day to complete the process of leaving the port, and Charles finally set his sights on the side of Bourne and others.

"Byrne, where's Savile?"

"My lord, Savile has gone to Lorraine first, we have some family to settle down, and he is good at handling those things, so I ...... I've got him for help!" Byrne looked down slightly, not making eye contact with Charles.

"Oh, and who is this kid?" Charr didn't continue to ask about Savile, but looked at the half-grown kid behind Gerson and the others.

"That's Dewar, my friend's child, his parents have died, and I've decided to take him as my servant. ”

Bourne is already a field knight and is qualified to equip knight servants, and knight servants are generally trained from a young age, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with them.

However, Charles was a little interested in the child, who looked a little thin, and he raised his chin, and Roy, the butler, immediately called the child closer.

"Dewar?"

"Yes, Lord Count!"

Dewar was visibly nervous, looking down at the deck of the ship in a reserved manner, not daring to look up at Charles at all.

"Dewar, what are you going to do?"

"Lord Earl, I know some swordsmanship. ”

"Since you are a knight servant of Bourne, will you serve the warhorse?"

"Back to my lord, I'm ...... I haven't served a war horse. ”

Dewar's head lowered, and he tugged at his new clothes with both hands, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly let go of his hands and smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes.

"And will you take care of your armor?"

Dewar shook his head silently, his weak waist looking a little more bent.

The knight's servant had many duties, such as cleaning the horses, maintaining the armor, maintaining the weapons, and sometimes helping the knight to put on the heavy armor, but Dewar obviously did not experience this, or rather, he was not in a position to come into contact with these things.

A good war horse costs thousands of livres, and a set of armor costs hundreds of livres, not counting the maintenance costs of the horse's forage and armor, a knight with a small territory may not be able to afford these expenses, how can a child from a poor family come into contact with these?

"My lord, Dewar is still young and does not meet the requirements of a knight's servant, but I will teach him all this. Byrne leaned over and said apologetically.

"Bourne, you're going to be busy lately, I'm afraid you won't have time to teach him these things, and..... Do you think you can make him a standard knight?"

“..........”

Byrne was a little dumbfounded, he could take care of his horses and maintain his armor and weapons, but ...... Is he a good knight lord? Bourne himself has no confidence.

Charles smiled and beckoned to a teenager who had been trying to get to his side.

"Brut, you come and teach him this, and make him a qualified knight as soon as possible!"

"Okay master, I'll train him well!"

Montero's youngest son, Brut de Man, finally squeezed over, looked at the restrained Dewar and said confidently, looking at him almost patting his chest and giving a guarantee.

"Not only do you have to teach him all kinds of skills, but you also have to teach him to read, you know?"

"Sir, I'm ...... Illiterate!" Brut Deman, who was full of confidence just now, suddenly collapsed, and his eyes were full of all kinds of small circles.

“.......”

"How can you be illiterate? Didn't your father hire a tutor for you?"

"Master, it has always been my eldest brother who learns literacy and I learn martial arts......." Brut Deman retreated a little embarrassed, standing side by side with Dewar.

Charles was a little speechless, in this world, culture is definitely a high-precision skill, most of the cultural people belong to the church, the royal family, the nobility, and some wealthy merchant families will also try their best to hire a tutor to teach their children, as the son of a senior knight, Blut is absolutely qualified to be literate, but now he has given up this opportunity that commoners dream of.

"Byrne, are any of you literate?" asked Charles without much hope, knowing roughly the details of his new knights, who were almost illiterate except for Gesen.

The sailor, the severed finger, and Bourne all smiled wryly, not daring to answer.

"My lord, I will write my own name!"

The bearded Foreman raised his chin high and said proudly.

A bunch of illiterates!