Old Benson had curly brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, a slight wrinkle on his forehead, and a shrewd look on his face. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He was originally just a tenant farmer in a knight's manor, but he liked to think since he was a child, and this desire for a strange world caused him to spend his time studying instead of peeking at the butler's daughter taking a bath like other bastards when he was a child.

By the time he was eighteen years old, he could read a text message in its entirety, which was something to be proud of.

Old Benson's parents thought that he would become a knight's attendant or clerk, and since then there has been a decent person in the family, but they did not expect that on the day of his eighteenth birthday, old Benson directly found the knight and mortgaged himself in exchange for the right to mine a small mountain forest to the east.

"I only need one year to repay the debt of twenty Kindron, otherwise I will be branded as a slave!"

He said so much at the time that everyone thought Benson had gone crazy.

But as it turned out later, they were all wrong!

In desperation, Benson began to cut down logs in the forest, and hired carpenters to make all kinds of beautiful furniture, which were sold in Kaiyan City.

This brought him two hundred silver thalers, which he used to hire a team of miners and began to explore the forest, and finally he obtained a small iron ore.

A year later, he handed over a hundred Jindelon to the hands of the knight, and obtained the right to mine the minerals later.

With this first pot of gold and the subsequent contributions, the elder Benson was able to get rid of poverty and tenant farming at an astonishing speed, become a freeman, marry the old butler's daughter, and open a small trading house.

Today, the 'Black Roses of Benson' grocery store is not only famous in Castle Rock, but also extends the trade route all the way to Wuthering Castle, the heart of the Firefly Plains!

This is also the proudest thing in Benson's life so far.

"Hurry up the boys, we're going to get to Wuthering Castle before sunset!"

He looked at the slow convoy, frowned slightly, and shouted, "Inside the hotel, there are hot broths, chunks of oatmeal bread, and soft women...... Or do you want to sleep another night in the wilderness? ”

The power of food and women is endless, and the speed of the convoy suddenly accelerates.

Seeing this scene, Old Benson sighed helplessly.

In fact, the security around Wuthering Castle is quite good, due to the strong force of the Earl of the Blue Mountains, as well as the fact that the area is centered, the former city guards are often dispatched to sweep away the robbers and large beast herds on the plains.

The Earl of the Blue Mountains at that time could proudly declare that every inch of land under his rule was very safe.

But now, things have changed!

The defeat in the war not only cost the Earl of Blue Mountain a daughter and a large amount of ransom, but also hundreds of good boys.

The main force of the city guard was overstretched at once, coupled with the sudden rise of Viscount Garcia, resulting in the Whistling Castle at this time being at a low point in its history.

On the plains now, you must not only be careful of the wandering beasts, but also the elusive horse bandits!

Thinking so, Old Benson estimated the combat strength of his small team, and shook his head sadly, knowing that he alone had no ability to resist risks.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but look at the end of the convoy.

There, a handsome young man with brown hair was riding a black horse, looking around curiously.

The other party was a freeman he met on the way, who called himself William and was from the town of Nia.

After receiving three silver thalers and verifying each other's identities, Benson Sr. happily agreed to the request of the other party's companion.

As it turned out, he didn't do anything wrong in his decision.

This William is clean and clean, without a trace of mud legs, but he is quite similar to those noble lords, and he also has a very good swordsmanship.

One night, Benson Sr. saw with his own eyes the sword in his hand, like a skilled dancer whirling in the moonlight, taking the lives of one wolf after another.

With that single shot, he saved at least ten Kindrons from Benson's pocket.

So, he immediately returned the original amount of the other party's fare, and also courted him attentively, and talked to William.

Later, Old Benson was surprised to find that although this William was strong, he seemed to have never walked out of the Wind Firefly Plain, and was full of curiosity about everything in the outside world.

Unfortunately, his knowledge was not much higher than that of William, and when the last vestige of stock in his head was also emptied, the other party resumed his lazy posture and continued to follow the carriage.

The convoy moved slowly, and by dusk, it finally reached Wuthering City.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the thirty-foot-high walls rise majestically, taking on a dark cyan color, and the crevices and shadows are covered with moss, carrying the illusion of the vicissitudes of history.

"Your Excellency Benson, let's break up here!"

While the convoy was waiting to be inspected and entered the city, Wu Minglai said goodbye to Benson Sr.

"Oh, that's a shame......"

Old Benson spread his hands: "William, do you have any plans next?" ”

"I lived at Wuthering Castle for a while, and ...... And that jousting tournament! I want to try my luck! ”

Wu Ming said honestly that since he heard about this, he had plans in this regard.

"With your martial arts, even if you can't win the championship, you will definitely be favored by those knights and nobles...... Old Benson said, "Maybe they will accept you as a squire!" ”

"Perhaps...... Thank you again and goodbye! ”

Wu Ming waved his hand and turned to leave, but there was a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

If he just wanted to be a knight's servant, why did he come here?

……

In Wuthering City, there was a bustle of people, some mercenaries, adventurers, or wandering freelancers were obviously more numerous, and the atmosphere was a bit noisy, especially in taverns and inns, loud noises and brawls became the mainstream, so that Wu Ming knew that Old Benson's news was true.

"Agricultural production was extremely important in ancient times, and there were similar celebrations before the start of spring ploughing......"

"And at Wuthering Castle, the repertoire is a jousting tournament organized by the Earl of the Blue Mountains! In the past, only samurai and knights representing each nobility could participate, and the final champion would receive honors and bonuses...... This time, there will be changes, the standards will be relaxed, the rewards will be heavier, and there are even rumors that the winners will be promoted unimaginably, so it has attracted a group of speculators to ......"

Wu Ming understood the Earl of Blue Mountain's approach very well.

After losing the previous war and losing troops, it was necessary to replenish the armed forces at this time.

This martial arts competition is like a selection competition, and a large number of outstanding knight seedlings and warrior candidates will inevitably emerge.

If he doesn't absorb these, how can he recruit troops and fight against the pressure of Viscount Garcia?

Wu Ming immediately smelled the breath of opportunity.

Of course, he was not the only one who saw this opportunity, and the swarming of mercenaries and adventurers almost overwhelmed Wuthering City.

In the end, Wu Ming had to pay a high price of one silver thaler a day before finally renting a room in a remote hotel.

Dinner was served in the lobby of the inn, the staple food was onion broth, and a few pieces of bread, the owner of this inn was obviously not as skilled as Aunt Luo Ya, which made Wu Ming slightly disappointed.

In the middle of the hall, the smell of crude alcohol was filled, and in the corner there was a bard, singing the praises of beautiful fairy tales and psalms.

Of course, drunkards and warblers are indispensable.

The atmosphere is noisy, and it is the norm to fight directly without saying a word, but the perpetrator must pay for the cost of the table and chair, otherwise the innkeeper will unceremoniously throw him down the street and call for a sheriff.

Those who break the rules of Wuthering City are best deported, and of course there are measures such as whipping and hard labor.

"There is still a period of time before the competition......"

Wu Ming drank the broth one by one, thinking silently: "This time can be fully utilized...... Church & Books! ”

Both of these things are luxuries in Niah Town.

Even though there are some illiterate people in the knight class, as far as Wu Ming knows, in the entire town of Nia, there may be only Baron Terry who has a small study, but obviously, he will not be open to Wu Ming.

Naturally, there are no public libraries or anything like that in Wuthering City, but there are a lot of scholars living here, and Wu Ming plans to visit them one by one, hoping that Jindelon can open their doors.

As for the church, not to mention.

In the novels of the previous life, even in history, the church of the Middle Ages, which one is not a bullish existence?

Wu Ming is also full of curiosity about the operation of the world church.

"Gavri! Do you fat pig also dream of participating in the competition? ”

In the midst of laughter, the two mercenaries blushed and began the most common brawl performance, and the surrounding drinkers gave up a clearing and raised their wine glasses to heckle loudly.

In the end, the fat mercenary was punched and broke the bridge of his nose and lay on the ground like a dead dog.

The winning mercenary unceremoniously stripped off his leather armor and took his money bag.

And at this moment, Wu Ming's palm went down like lightning.

Click!

The sound of bone cracking sounded, and beside him, a man with triangular eyes quickly retracted his right hand as if it had been bitten by a poisonous snake, with a look of resentment in his eyes.

"Three hands?"

Wu Ming said coldly: "Don't let me see you again, otherwise I will have to cut off one of your fingers according to the general law!" ”

Burst!

As he spoke, he directly picked up the bread cutting knife and stabbed it into the Nanmu table.

The knife went straight into the handle, and this terrifying power immediately turned the resentment in the eyes of the three hands into horror: "I beg your pardon, my lord! I promise it won't happen again! ”

He bowed and quickly retreated into the darkness.