Chapter 4, the Order of the Iron Oak

The recruit assembly began at half past eight and ended at about twelve o'clock, as is customary. Bishop Raphael and some of the nobles in the VIP table took to the high stage and gave speeches that were sensational, wild or boring, and the recruit assembly finally ended at eleven forty minutes. Then, according to the order of the high-ranking people in the VIP seat, the guards and knights, the soldiers, the civilians, and finally the recruits standing in the square, the recruit meeting ended today.

However, everyone knew that the date for the real recruit convention would start tomorrow, and an important sign of the opening of the recruit conference was the arrival of the lord of the city, General Urgat, on the high platform to give a speech.

Everyone was looking forward to coming to Stiroland Square tomorrow, and Augustus, including Augustus, was wondering what the lord of Urgat, who always seemed to have a grudge against him, would say something about how he would be maverick and different. Even if it is difficult to have any good impression of this city lord Augustus, he has to admit that this city lord has no one to shake his position in the city of alders, including the white bishop Raphael, who is supported by the majority of residents today.

Augustus also did not know whether it was because Bishop Raphael was very close to him or because he felt that his situation was not dangerous enough, so he played an aristocratic joke on him as he stepped out of the VIP seat and left the square.

White Cardinal Raphael walked at the front in a holy white robe, and behind him was a group of unhurried rulers of Alder City - nobles! The crowd of people walked in the direction of the square.

The recruits standing in the square are naturally not stupid, when they perceive Raphael's movements, the soldiers immediately take the center of the square as the benchmark, with Raphael's elegant, gentle pace, the recruits standing in the center of the square are methodical, very quickly divided into two halves, if you stand on the higher ground to see: the feeling is like the sea of people being cut and cut by some mysterious force, it is magnificent. Even this scene can be hyped up by the Holy See.

Passing through the Place de Stiroland, the white-clad Raphael, who seemed to be faintly cloaked in a sacred cloak at this time, had no intention of leaving quickly, and he walked slowly through the ranks of recruits, and suddenly stopped in the middle without warning, and this pause even made the nobles who followed him look a little embarrassed by the emergency pause.

Bishop Raphael paused for a moment, and then continued slowly towards the periphery of the square at the same pace as he had just done, as if the pause had been nothing more than a casual gesture.

But was the pause just the result of carelessness? Augustus sneered in his heart, and at the moment when Bishop Raphael paused, thousands of sharp eyes swept towards him.

This unpretentious, divine and extraordinary white cardinal pauses exactly where Augustus stood! The worst luck was that Augustus was standing in the first row facing the white cardinal.

This glaring position, coupled with the fact that Augustus had just made a big splash at the recruit conference. It's hard to find someone who doesn't associate with it, and that's in such a very important formal setting.

Commoners, nobles, and wealthy people all surrendered to Augustus with strange looks, and of course, the most of these eyes were the hostility of Chiluoluo.

Augustus looked calm, ignoring the gazes of the others, and bowed his head respectfully to welcome the white bishop and the nobles who were in charge of the city behind him, and when he was far away, Augustus ignored anyone and walked towards Aunt Carros, who was waving to him.

Speculation? Augustus didn't bother to make such futile speculations, and he didn't mind that the cardinal was hostile or well-intentioned towards him. Augustus is very sensible and aware of the position he is in, even if he guesses the thoughts of this group of big people? It's just looking for trouble for yourself. And what if Raphael was hostile or kind to me? Augustus, who had no other way to go than to get a pass to the First Knight Academy of the Empire, didn't care about that.

If you don't get a pass to enter the First Knight Cadet of the Empire, you can only die! Knowing this, Augustus could hardly care about what other big men thought.

Ignoring the other people's thoughts about his stoppage. Instead of being escorted back to the church of St. Thomas, Bishop Raphael, who walked out of Place Stiroland, went directly to the Lord's Palace, which every nobleman did not want to enter, with the scribe Hermes.

"Unpretentious, holy, and pious" is the most intuitive impression of the white-clothed bishop by the residents of the city, including the nobility, a discerning and demanding class, and with the return of the white-clothed bishop, Hermes also has unparalleled respect for the famous Bishop Raphael, who is also a devout member of the Holy See. It's just that immediately Hermes was dumbfounded. stared blankly at Raphael, who walked into the study of the city lord Urgat.

The 'unpretentious, holy, and pious' Bishop of Raphael looked at the lord of Ergarth, who was sitting with his back to him from the window, and immediately made a gesture that Hermès never dreamed of, and even threw a thick stack of rosters in his hand on the brand-new desk in a very rude manner.

"Smack!" There was an extremely crisp sound from the desk.

A domineering voice sounded in the ears of Hermes, who was standing at the door of the study, "Honorable city lord. Can you explain to me something about the little guy named Augustus? ”

Until this time, Hermes, whose brain had returned from a short-circuit state, had not erased the look of disbelief on his face, closed the door cleanly, and immediately trotted away in the distance.

On the road, Hermès felt like it was still dreaming. Is the white clergyman who was rude and rude and slammed the table just now the white bishop Raphael, who was recognized as a model priest in the church of St. Thomas, who spoke and behaved holy, and was recognized as an exemplary priesthood? Sky! That's obviously a civilian with no education.

Hermès, immersed in shock, seemed to have forgotten one thing: there was only one person in the city who dared to accuse the violent and treacherous lord of Urgart to his face, and that person was Bishop Raphael, who was dressed in white robes and could maintain perfect demeanor at all times.

Ergarte sat in a swivel chair that had only recently become popular in the city, stretched out his fingers made of steel and lightly buckled them on the desk, and then slowly turned around, and his hideous face, which had been slashed by the giant sword and axe, was a little miserable, and there was a hint of playfulness on his face, which was absolutely uncommon in ordinary times, and looked at the old friend he knew very well. This lord of the city, who was very feared by everyone in the city, did not show the characteristics of being as violent as a lion, nor did he show the cunning of a fox, nor did he show his treacherous and insidious attitude towards some disobedient nobles.

Urgat's eyebrows drooped. Glancing at the thick stack of lists of military service personnel on the table, he then raised his head to look at Raphael, and said softly: "This is just a small game once a year, I just don't know if this little guy named Augustus will fall on the road of glory like the two unlucky ones in front of him or if he can take a few steps forward and reach a height that surprises us all, Raphael, it's not worth it for you to lose your usual elegance for such a toy." ”

An annual mini-game? Since taking over as the lord of Alder City, Ergat, who is unwilling to live a boring and lonely life as the lord of the city, will indeed often find some fun in the game from some disobedient nobles and honest commoners. For a general who is nostalgic for the battlefield, the greatest pleasure is not wealth, beauty, and power, but blood and glory.

Glory? Finding such a thing in a land where there is no rival like death is like finding the legendary sword of the god of war, and only blood can barely get it.

It's not. Every year when recruits are recruited, Urgart chooses a lucky one among the civilians, and has been a thorn in everyone's side. Last year, there was a civilian named Merck who became a doll in the hands of Urgart, and finally was unexpectedly rivaled by other recruits in the recruit competition, and finally left the scene in a tragic way with a broken arm, giving up the first place in the recruit to others.

The nobles of the Empire, who are high above, attach no equal importance to the pass of the First Knight Academy of the Empire, let alone the commoners who are struggling in the dirt? No one will show mercy to anyone on this battlefield.

After all, even a fool knows one thing, and becoming a cadet of the First Knight Academy of the Empire is equivalent to wealth and power, as well as the coveted aristocratic world door, and the windows to the center of imperial power are opened.

Raphael looked at Urgart, who was smiling even more hideously in front of him, and he looked at him with an incomparably cold look. Sharp as a sword, he said: "Don't you know that this guy's adoptive father is Saudi? Dear Lord of Urgat, ”

Urgat restrained the smile on his face, and the smile in his eyes gradually condensed, and slowly sat up straight from the swivel chair, looking coldly at the white cardinal, who had lost his graceful demeanor. Said in a light tone: "Oh, so what? Could it be that Your Excellency has seen your old friend Saudi Arabia in this toy? Saying this, Ergart's face showed a trace of violent emotion, and he was slammed on the table by his hands with sharp prosthetic legs. The desk, which had just been moved to the study, was torn apart, and Ergat's cold voice rang out in the room: "If it weren't for that Saudi guy, I would have sent Augustus to the gallows last year." Where can you still see him alive? Hypocritical Priest Raphael, didn't you send me the list of recruits yesterday in the hope that I would deal with his affairs? Why, aren't you satisfied? ”

Arrogant and domineering!

At this moment, Urgart fully showed the coercion of the city lord, and the incomparable momentum rushed towards Raphael like a crush.

For a while, the dispute turned into a dullness.

Raphael didn't expect Urgart to lose his temper so much, and was silent for a while

, squatted down and began to pick up the roster of recruits scattered on the ground, sighed, and said: "If I don't send this roster to you, I'm afraid that what awaits Augustus today is not Stiroland Square but the gallows outside the city." ”

Ergart crossed his hands on his chest and said ruthlessly: "It's good that you understand, because of the relationship between Saudi Arabia, I am tolerant enough for this little guy Augustus, I hope you don't provoke my patience!" ”

"But Ergat, you pushed Augustus into this situation, do you really think that he can stand out from more than 3,000 recruits and win the place of the First Knight Academy of the Empire?"

"Does it matter? Put away your pathetic kindness and boring feelings! If Augustus can't bring glory to Saudi Arabia, then it definitely can't bring shame to Saudi Arabia, and it's clean when he's dead. ”

Raphael, who had picked up the roster on the ground, was completely speechless when he heard this, he had already heard that this old friend had made up his mind, and there was nothing he could do to change Urgat's mind and the current situation.

Ergarth has prepared two paths for Augustus: the path to death and the path to glory that walks with death!

Raphael packed up the roster and walked out of the door, Raphael paused in front of the gate, looked back at Ergart, who was sitting like a statue, and asked: "Ergat, do you think this is the result that Saudi Arabia wants to see?" With that, Raphael walked out of the room without waiting for Urgart's answer.

In the room, Urgat still maintained a sitting posture, not moving, I don't know how long it took, Urgat slowly stood up, looked at him and looked at the scenery of the window countless times, he took out a medal from his arms that anyone would envy and be greedy when he saw it, Urgat sighed softly: "Saudi, it seems that what I owe you can only be returned to you underground." ”

Urgat had a habit of carrying a medal with him at any time and place, even when he was bathing, an Iron Oak Medal, the highest glory of the army.

Few people know that the reason why Urgarte is almost inseparable from this Iron Oak Medal is not because of the gold content of this medal, but because of one person

-- A hero who has long been forgotten by history.

His name is Saudi! (To be continued.) )