"If that's the case, then I'd rather not miss you, I'd better be a normal person, otherwise it's so boring to live alone?!" Demitina quipped with a smile. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"I really didn't expect you to be a nobleman." Demitina circled around him, her eyes full of irrepressible curiosity.

As a client, Locke likes Demitina's character, she is not alienated by her aristocratic status, but is still the same as before, joking with herself as always.

In this world, the aristocracy represents authority, represents the rule, the nobility has many privileges, the commoners cannot have any transgression, and the nobility is a natural manager.

Countless commoners and merchants dreamed of climbing into the ranks of the nobility, so they fought to the end.

It was very difficult to move from commoners and merchants to the aristocracy.

Most commoners chose to join the army, accumulating military merit to gain nobility. But even for soldiers fighting on the battlefield, it is difficult to obtain the status of nobility.

First of all, you have to start as a recruit and gradually move up the ranks, corporal-sergeant-sergeant, it is very difficult to get promoted when you get to the sergeant, and it will be divided into two different paths.

From the corporal is considered a low-ranking non-commissioned officer, and from the sergeant there is a clear demarcation.

Here, if you can get a lot of credit, such as killing an enemy leader in battle, then congratulations, you can be promoted directly to the rank of warrant and step into the aristocratic class.

Usually the king and the council of nobles would give the sergeant for meritorious service, confer the rank of warrant officer, the title of baron, and become a minor nobleman. Note that there is a big difference between being a nobleman here and a nobleman without a territory.

A lord nobleman with his own domain has the right to be like a king in his own domain, they do not have to pay taxes to the king, and they have the highest authority in their domain.

All they had to do was to be loyal to the king, and when there was war in the kingdom, they would gather their troops to follow in the king's footsteps and conquer the kingdom's enemies.

Rights and responsibilities are always tied together, and while enjoying rights, we must not forget the responsibilities we shoulder. Each nobleman also has the responsibility to protect the safety of his neighbors in his domain. If a nobleman does not care about the lives of his people, there is a great risk that the king and the noble council will have their territory taken back and the title removed.

Now let's talk about the sergeant's other path, senior non-commissioned officer.

Sergeant Major - Master Major.

After making great achievements or accumulating meritorious deeds, under the evaluation of the noble council, you cannot become a sergeant of the nobility, and at this time you will enter the stage of senior non-commissioned officer and become a sergeant major. The king and the council of nobles would confer knighthood on meritorious non-commissioned officers and enjoy the same treatment as nobles, but this title could not be inherited by descendants and could not own lands.

In general, soldiers who have received the status of these two senior non-commissioned officers, their status is not lower than that of ordinary low-ranking officers, on the contrary, it is very high.

However, they do not directly command the army, they all appear as officers' deputies, or manage logistics units. Until the next time he has made a great achievement, he will be promoted to a warrant lieutenant and become a full-fledged nobleman.

Returning to the merchants, because of the wealth they had amassed, they acquired the lands of other freemen by purchasing and other means, expanding their possession of the land, and gaining nobility by marrying nobles with their descendants, or by donating their wealth to the kingdom, while at the same time the king and the council of nobles would allow a part of the land in their hands to become their domain, at the discretion of the king and the council of nobles.

However, it should be noted that the amount of money that the merchant received as a nobleman was very large.

If Locke hadn't been that cheap dad, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to be a nobleman, and only nobles who had no worries about food and clothing could read and exercise their bravery these days.

Moreover, the paladins in the Silver Hand have their own titles.

But now that the country has fallen and the Knights of the Silver Hand have been disbanded, it is naturally impossible to talk about all this, so now Locke is hanging the title of nobleman, but he does not have the title of noble.

"Is the aristocracy surprised?" Locke took a large sip of dwarven spirits, burped, and asked back.

"Few nobles would think of you as approachable, and you give the impression that you are just like us." Demitina grinned and squeezed over.

There weren't many people in the lobby of the inn, so Demitina could take the opportunity to rest for a while.

She lay down beside Locke and quietly watched Locke's outfit.

Locke looked slightly uncomfortable, and he turned his head and said.

"What's there to see."

"I just found out that you look so good in this armor." Demitina still looked at it with a grin.

Locke shrugged, turned around and ordered another glass of spirits.

"You should be a big man in the crusaders." Demitina straightened up.

"Oh? Why? Locke asked disapprovingly.

"Didn't you see the way the soldiers looked at you?" Demitina tilted her head and motioned for Locke to look at the soldiers on his left and right.

When the soldiers saw Locke turn their heads, they all picked up their wine glasses, signaled to Locke in the air, and then drank them in one gulp.

"The way they look at you is full of adoration and awe. If you can't guess it, I've been working in a hotel for so long. ”

Demitina looked at him triumphantly, as if to say come and praise me.

Locke laughed and took a sip of his spirits.

"Hey, Major Locke, you're drinking here too?" A hip-hop voice came from behind.

Locke didn't have to turn his head to know whose voice it was, he was all too familiar with it.

Sure enough, the soldier who saw him and Norris hugging him a few days ago appeared on Locke's left side.

He ordered a glass of Bordeaux and then turned to look at Locke, and said to Locke.

"Why didn't you see Sergeant Major Noris? Didn't she come with you? ”

Locke said a little unpleasantly, "I said, can't you stop your mouth when you drink?" ”

Seeing that Locke's face was unhappy, the soldier smiled to himself, then picked up the wine and drank it.

Speaking of Norith Locke, he became even more irritable, and he didn't know what was going on in his heart.

There is both reluctance and helplessness, and more of a guilt for Sally, which has been bothering him.

He ordered glass after glass of dwarven spirits, trying to get himself drunk.

Soon, even Demitina saw that something was wrong with Locke, and instead of persuading Locke, she secretly went to the proprietress Theras.

On the bar, Locke lay there dimly, and Hughes on the opposite side looked at him helplessly.

Although the dwarven spirits were not very strong, Locke, who had a heart, was still drunk.

In the dimness, he seemed to hear the words of the soldier and the proprietress Theras.

"He's drunk! What to do? He's wearing armor, and none of us here can pull him to the room upstairs. It was Demitina's voice, and she was a little anxious.

"Let's get a few soldiers to help!" The hostess Theras.

"Nope! No! No! Don't bother, isn't there still me? "It's the soldier's voice.

"Are you doing it alone?" Timitina questioned him.

"Chick! Don't underestimate Sullivan, I'm a strong man in our company. The soldier said ostentatiously.

"Okay, then you can try it." The proprietress Seras agreed.

"Look!"

Soon a pair of arms pulled themselves up and put themselves on top of his body.

"Major Locke is the commander of our Second Legion, and I'm more worried about him than you do." The soldier said with some dissatisfaction.

"Well, since you can. Demitina took him and let Locke go upstairs to rest. ”

Locke felt the food in his stomach slosh, and a wave of nausea welled up.

He tried to resist the nausea, and he tried to push his strength up and down, but failed.

He opened his mouth, and what he had just eaten was spat out.

The smell of wine overflowed in an instant.

"Oh! Damn it, my pants! The soldier shouted.

"Hmm! It smells terrible. ”

"Put Locke in the room first, and I'll clean it up here later."

Soon, Locke felt like he was lying on a large soft bed.

"Alright, I'm going to clean up my pants." The soldier said. "Chick, help our commander take off his armor and let him have a good rest."

"I know this without you telling you." Demitina said angrily.

"Okay! Oh, my God! The taste is simply amazing! I can't wait to get a shower! The soldier walked briskly out of the room.

Locke felt a pair of hands roaming nimbly across his armor, and soon his shoulders, gauntlets, and pants were taken off.

"Come on! Turn over and let's take off your breastplate. ”

Demitina flipped his body vigorously.

"Oh, that's heavy."

Locke rolled over and lay on the bed.

His armor was quickly removed, and he was wearing only a shirt and trousers.

Locke was tucked into the quilt, and a large quilt was placed over him.

"Sleep, handsome! May you have a good dream. ”

Demitina got up, poured a glass of water on the bedside table, and left the room.

Locke lay on the bed, his temples throbbing at each other, and he reached out and pressed it, his mind full of reflections of Sally and Noris.

I'm sorry for you.

Locke said unconsciously in his heart.

I shouldn't have been flirting with Noris.

I shouldn't have done that.

Shouldn't...

In a daze, Locke felt that someone had opened the door and was lying beside him.

This person is a woman, her soft body presses her arms, the height of her chest is tightly pressed against her chest, she holds her body tightly, and her mouth makes an excited sound.

"I'll just hold it for a while, and it'll be fine for a while!" The woman seemed to be convincing herself, and she held herself tightly and refused to let go.

The drunkenness came back to him, and Locke's consciousness began to blur again, and soon he fell into a deep sleep.