The next day, the rooster crowed, and at dawn, Witt woke up from his sleep. Last night, I read and read until late at night, and I didn't turn off the lights until late at night, and when I woke up in the morning, I felt some soreness in my neck. Witt got up and stretched, twisting his aching neck in an attempt to rejuvenate his shin bones and blood. Then he put on the civilian clothes he had changed into last night, with the axe at his waist, stepped on the oak bow, tied the quiver, and opened the door to report to Captain Cass.

Cass's room was directly opposite the door of Witt's room, and Witt stood at the door of Cass's room, afraid that it would disturb Cass's rest too early, so he tentatively and gently closed the door. He was about to lean his ears to listen to the movement in the room, when the door suddenly "creaked" open, startling Witt.

"What? Sneaky. "It turns out that Cass has long woken up. Witt could faintly see a candle on the desk in the room through the crack in the door, and a book on the table. It turned out that Cass had already gotten up and was studying the books, and Witt's face turned red, and he immediately explained: "My lord, at your command, I came here to report this morning!" ”

"Oh!" Cass then remembered that he did seem to have given such an order last night, and after a pause, he said, "You are wearing this to report?" ”

Witt was also stunned by Cass's question, and immediately lost what to do and lowered his head. Cass didn't deliberately embarrass Witt, just turned and disappeared into the door of the room. There was a sound of "ding ding dong" turning over the cabinet in the room, and after a while, I saw Cass carrying a slightly worn-out, brown leather armor with a square grid back to the door, and stuffed the leather armor into Witt's hand, and said: "This leather armor was customized by my father before I was a minor, I haven't worn it for many years, because it is really too small, and I am reluctant to throw it away. After a pause, Cass continued to add: "Also, in the future, you will be my squire, I am a knight with a family mission, your image, words, and body movements all represent my honor and prestige, I hope you will pay attention to it in the future." With that, Cass turned and went into the room, sat down at his desk, and continued to study the book.

Witt sighed for a while, worthy of being an aristocrat, and his speaking temperament and pursuit of knowledge made Witt admire. Witt hurriedly entered the room, took off his civilian clothes and changed into leather armor, only to find that the leather armor was still wrapped in a pair of dark green leather gloves and a pair of short black leather boots, which was a complete set of leather armor that Cass's father had specially customized for Cass. Witt put on the leather armor while still thinking about why Cass chose him as a squire, and also put on the leather armor he used for himself, Witt never dreamed that the events of the past two days really happened to him. Knight's squire, what a precious and supreme honor!

After changing into leather armor and tidying up his hair, Witt felt that he had become more energetic and temperamental. Witt patted his childish face and knocked on Cass's door again, but the door was not closed, so Witt could see Cass sitting there facing him, reading a book earnestly.

Cass looked up and saw Witt put on leather armor and after his hair was arranged, the whole person suddenly looked more temperamental, and for a moment he seemed to see his young self. Cass slowly stood up, walked to the wooden frame with the silver armor and stopped, paused, and said, "Do you want me to put the armor on by myself?" Cass had always believed that Witt was the son of some noble squire or some veteran, so he thought that Witt knew at least some basic etiquette.

Witt's face turned red, he didn't know what the knight's squire should do, but he was helpless, and hurriedly stepped forward. Witt had a nimble mind, and removed the heavy parts of the silver armor from the wooden frame, and helped Cass hang it on his body and tie it securely. As soon as Cass put on the silver armor, the majesty of the knight burst out, and then he took the long sword with the symbolism of the knight from the wall, hung it on his waist, and walked out of the room in a majestic manner. Witt followed, closing the door and leaving.

After the master and servant had used cheese in the kitchen, they went to the practice ground to inspect the training of the recruits. Having said that, there were quite a few nobles dining in the kitchen, and of course there was no need to say much when he saw Cass, an old acquaintance, but he was a little unfamiliar with the face of Witt, who was dressed in a majestic and neat manner, and looked at it curiously. Contacting so many nobles at once also made Witt also very stressed, and his heart was surging, but he could only pretend to be calm, and say less and do less so as not to be smeared by Cass.

When the master and servant came to the playground after breakfast, the time had already passed midnight, and the recruits were lined up in a more neat formation than yesterday under the leadership of the squad leader, and were being trained by the veterans on the playground. The two of them quickly looked out of place in their surroundings, attracting sneaky glances from the recruits. The recruits looked at Witt, who had been tested with him yesterday, and today he had changed into a magnificent leather armor, but he was still wearing the coarse cloth clothes he had brought, and he could only breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, and he could only cast envious glances, only Joey still smirked when he saw Witt as usual.

Witt was also embarrassed at first, and lowered his head slightly. Later, when I thought that since I was a knight's squire, I should have the demeanor of a knight's squire, and I couldn't smear Cass's face, so I slowly raised my head and chest, no longer bowed my head, and forcibly felt a little more confident on my face.

After patrolling the training ground under everyone's gaze for a week, the master and servant stopped in front of an empty fighting training arena. Cass turned to Witt and said, "I said yesterday, I'll come here to train you, you prepare first." ”

"Now?" Witt wasn't surprised, but he was a little uncomfortable wearing leather armor and leather gloves, so he blurted out. As soon as the words came out, Witt regretted it, feeling that he was too reckless to ask Cass.

"Do you want to practice when they catch up with you?" Cass asked, pointing to the recruits, but there was not a hint of reproach in his tone.

Witt was speechless, so he silently took off the oak bow and arrows on his body and hung them on the weapon rack next to him, and was about to hang the two-handed axe on the weapon rack when Cass said: "The axe does not need to be put on the shelf, it is best to use your usual skillful weapons." Of course, if you don't mind, you can try other weapons, but I'm not going to show mercy anyway. With that, Cass placed his right hand on the knight's sword and triumphantly approached the practice ground.

Witt looked surprised, and spit out a sentence for a long time: "With real weapons? ”

"Will the enemy play with you on the battlefield with practice items?" Cass looked serious, already standing in the middle of the practice field, and had already drawn the knight's sword with both hands as he spoke. After a pause, he continued: "Are you going to stand there and talk to me until the end of the recruit training?" ”

Witt was helpless, and he hadn't come back to his senses, so he had to stubbornly hold the familiar two-handed axe and approach the middle of the practice field, standing facing Cass, and put on a fighting posture, his palms oozing sweat because of nervousness, and his heart was uneasy. He didn't expect the knight in front of him to be so crazy, using real knives and real guns to do it. If you're not careful, this thing will die, and Witt doesn't dare to think about it anymore.

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