Bismal finally woke up.

The strong man, who had burst into anger and slew nearly two hundred murderous Normans in one go, came to his senses again after more than ten days of coma.

"Bismal Keqing, why don't you rest for a few more days?" Sinloth was bored with the whip of legend in his left hand, stirring the paste in front of him, and in this world of parchment, what he was about to accomplish could cause quite a shock. Until the time comes, Sinloth is not prepared to protend others.

Having said that, although the Legendary Whip has lost its energy core, its power has been greatly reduced, and it has basically been reduced to an ordinary whip. But the whip body of the magic wire zuò is really good, and it can do some simple deformations according to the owner's will. For example, as now, it became a stick of about two meters and used to mix pulp.

Bismal was not idle, his face was still a little pale after a long illness, but he no longer had the terrifying look that even his pupils were about to dilute when he was carried back. The dark-faced knight took the brush and carefully brushed his companion mount, and it was with it that that day, Ruziano, who was relatively lightly injured, could barely support the return of several people together.

"No, I've rested long enough, and if I lie down any longer, I'm afraid my bones will rust."

"Don't force yourself, Desmond will have to rely on your strength in the future."

"Thank you for your concern, I'm introspective."

"That's fine."

Bismal is still too strict.

After this period of getting along, especially after that fight to the death with the Normans, the relationship between the monarch and the minister grew by leaps and bounds. The knight, who behaved as sternly and rigidly as his master's face, was already able to make a little inconsequential joke with his own feudal lord.

Bismal is deep and steady, and he can be relied on. But he abides by the knight's creed, is cautious in his words and deeds, and is a reliable comrade-in-arms, but it is too reluctant to be a friend. Although it is said that between the feudal lord and the vassal, it is really difficult for some strong people to become friends.

It's a little lonely.

Sinloth continued to stir the pulp leisurely, his mind drifting somewhere. Bismal saw the Lord's fuguing appearance, and he also took out his equipment and began to maintain it. He had already received the official promise of Sinloth, and he could have recruited his own subordinate knights, but because of a series of things, he never got his wish. These chores can only come by himself.

"Alas"

Bismal looked at the pitted sword in his hand and sighed softly. While anger strengthens people's strength, it also puts a greater burden on equipment. The long sword had followed him for many years and already had a deep affection, but in that case, he simply couldn't keep his hand. As a result of his old buddy's endurance, the long sword he knew so well could be reduced to pieces at any moment in the next fierce battle.

"Hahaha, Bismal, are you sighing? That's rare, our knight. ”

The old-fashioned knight looked up and saw Roland walking into the martial arts training ground with the overwhelmed Ruziano, and the knight with keen sense smelled the strong smell of wine on Roland from a distance.

The knight frowned slightly: "Roland, you are so seriously injured, why do you have to drink so much wine, you don't want to die?" ”

Seeing Bismal's stern expression, Ruziano hurriedly pushed Roland away and made his position clear. He admired Bismarcko since he was a child, and wanted to be a powerful knight like Bismarck, and he didn't want to leave a bad impression in the hearts of his idols.

"Hey, Ruziano, you guy" The unprepared veteran oil fell to the ground accidentally, and he complained loudly: "Bismal, you guy is good at everything, but he refuses to touch the wine." What kind of man is a man who doesn't drink? Come on, Ruziano, let's go have a few more drinks. Let me tell you, wine is a cure for all diseases, no matter what the disease is, as long as you take a sip of wine, you will be half healed first."

"Be careful, Roland." Bismalco said in a deep voice, his stereotypical eyes tilting slightly to the side. Roland, who had been with him for many years, understood and looked in that direction. I saw Sinlos, who was blocked by horses and didn't know what was cooking.

Sinloth, don't drink.

Roland was sweating profusely, and his drunken head woke up half in an instant. He bowed awkwardly: "My lord, I didn't see you, no, I didn't mean that, I'm sorry, my lord, I think I may have drunk too much." ”

Sinloth looked at the reckless fellow with interest and didn't say anything.

Ruziano on the side saw that the situation might be a little bad, and hurriedly said: "My lord, I think Lord Roland has indeed drunk too much, and he needs to rest well now, so I'll take him back." ”

"Hehe" Seeing the panicked look of the two, Cinnlos couldn't help but chuckle. The eyes that contained the secrets of the starry sky narrowed slightly, and the cherry lips turned upward, revealing the teeth inside. The two of them were shocked by the charm revealed by Xinluos, and they were a little stupid.

"Well, Roland, I don't blame you. Since you're here, I happen to have some questions for you. I heard you've been a mercenary for a long time? Are there a few strong and reliable fighters who are familiar with each other? You know Desmond's current situation, and I'm a little uneasy to rely on Bismal alone. ”

Hearing Xinluos's words, the two came back to their senses, and the thirty-year-old uncle scratched his head, trying to hide the embarrassment of losing his mind at the lord just now: "I do know some very nice guys, but those guys have their heads tied to their belts. Credibility is fine, but they don't bid too low. ”

Xinluo looked at Roland, gently stirred the whip of legend, and showed a confident smile: "Don't worry about money, as long as the person is good, as long as you are familiar with you"

Name: Roland

Strength: 12, System: 12, Intelligence: 10, Agility: 11, Will: 13

Traits: Crusader, Drunkard, Battle-Hardened, Paladin (Unawakened)

Crusader: This man fought in the war against the infidels at the behest of the Pope.

Experienced in battle: This person has a lot of combat experience, is proficient in all kinds of combat, and can face any battle with ease.

Paladine (Unawakened): The true noble one does not lie in his bloodline, but in his own qualities. Despite the humble origins, although there is no culture to be studied. But as a true warrior, he was respected by all. He may not be the most powerful, not necessarily the wisest, but he is who he is, the irreplaceable Roland. He led the warriors to victory.

Roland naturally couldn't see his attribute bar, and in the face of Xinluos's unreserved trust, the veteran Youzi was a little embarrassed: "If you have to say that, let me think that there is actually a guy." Very capable of fighting, but also a dead brain, and has to abide by the old knight's creed. ”

Roland said, stealing a glance at Bismarck next to him.

Bismal naturally sensed Roland's small movements, but he didn't refute, but sighed and sighed: "People who follow the ancient knightly path can't survive in this world. ”

"Lord Bismalk!" I didn't expect my idol to say such a thing, and Ruziano's young face showed a little panic. Young people always have knightly dreams, imagining themselves riding white horses, rushing into the siege, single-handedly saving the world.

"Hehe" Looking at Bismal Ke closing his deep eyes, Roland smiled and replied for him: "When I was young, I was just like you, you wanted to practice martial arts, then go into battle to fight, and finally become the lord of a city and a land, but just thinking about it, when you look back, your hair will be gray." My parents are gone, and I don't have a piece of land to sleep in. Wake up, Ruziano. Look at me, what do you say, Bismalco? ”

"Why, how can this be" Ruziano obviously couldn't accept Roland's words, but seeing that even his idol Bismarc was like that with his eyes closed and acquiescing, his heart gradually began to sink.

It shouldn't be like this.

"Ahem."

Seeing Ruziano's increasingly excited appearance, Xinluo hurriedly coughed a few times and focused the attention of the three on himself: "There is no resting land? Roland, you say that, but it embarrass me. I still remember our agreement, and I don't need to be reminded in this way. ”

Hearing Xinluos's words, Roland hurriedly explained: "Ah, my lord, I didn't mean that"

Roland had been fighting for a long time, so he naturally understood that when the war situation was anxious, the commander would often make heavy promises to boost morale. In the years of being a mercenary, I encountered this kind of thing without encountering it. But such promises are often difficult to keep, because most of the bravest are dead. Canonized himself as a knight in a battle and officially stepped into the aristocracy? Roland prides himself on being well-informed, and such a thing will never happen in this era. Perhaps this kind of thing only happened during the extraordinary period of the great division between the East and West of the empire. However, this kind of death cannot be said directly.

"Alright, alright." Sinloth shook his left hand and interrupted Roland's words.

Xinluo looked at the three people in front of him, and his dark eyes flashed with a serious light: "I don't care what others do, anyway, my promise will definitely come true." The road of knighthood is difficult, but since it has existed in the past and now it exists, it will still exist in the future. Roland, what you have to do now is to take care of your injuries. By the way, you have to think of a better family name for yourself, and your descendants in the province said that they were uneducated in the first generation, and they were embarrassed by a very frustrating name, hahahaha. ”

"My lord, you, alas" Hearing that Sinloth seemed to really want to canonize himself as a knight, Roland had mixed feelings in his heart. It is glorious to be a knight, but such a naïve king

"Why, Roland, don't you have the courage to make a bet with me?" Sinloth smiled and held out his left hand.

"Tsk, that's trouble," Roland said, but a smile appeared on his face, and he looked at Cinnos's young and beautiful face, and felt something strange surging through his body, as if he had returned to his youth. "I, Roland, am afraid of everything, but I've never been afraid of betting."

Roland smiled and squeezed Cynloth's left hand fiercely with his right hand.

Seeing Roland so cooperative, Xinlos smiled at Ruziano, who had complicated eyes: "Why, Luziano, don't you dare?" ”

"Ah, I" As Ruziano hesitated, his hand tightened, already being carried by the other hand, and covered with the hands of the two.

It's Bismarck.

"Ruziano, Roland is right, but retreating without a fight is not a knight's style, show your courage!"

Ruziano looked at Bismarck, then turned to Sinlos and Roland. A bright smile couldn't help but rise on his face: "Lord Bismal is right, it's not my style to retreat without a fight. ”

The four hands finally clasped tightly together.

"By the way, Roland, you haven't told me what that reliable and capable guy is called."

"Ah, that guy, her name is Arian Hurd, an idiot who pursues the ancient knighthood."