The carriage drove briskly down the old stone streets, and Olive in the carriage held her cheek with one hand, looking curiously at the charr beside her.

Charles wiped the almost indiscernible "Crown of Knowledge" with a handkerchief, and said without raising his head: "If you have anything to say, ask if you have anything, what are you looking at strangely?"

"I wonder if there's something special about this crown?" Olive shifted her gaze to Charles' hand as she shifted her gaze to Charles'.

Charles's palms didn't move at all, and he continued to wipe his movements, "Why do you think so? This is an ordinary ornament, but it has something to do with the goddess, so it looks a little special." ”

"Charles, don't you think you're strange today? Since you left Ferent, how many times have you mentioned to me about increasing your pocket money, and that money bag you have to put on the head of the bed when you sleep, but this time you don't feel sorry for it at all, just in exchange for such a rusty ornament....... Ouch"

Olive pursed her lips and reached out to touch the "Crown of Knowledge" in Charles's hand, but was gently slapped open by a fat palm.

"Hmph, you still say it's nothing special?"

Olive feigned anger and waved her little hand, leaned over to Charles, and said in a whispered voice, "It must be an extraordinary item, right? I know you used to have spiritual vision and can see a lot of special things, but now your spiritual vision has recovered, right?"

Charles's wiping action stopped, and he asked calmly, "Olive Live, who else did you tell about the spiritual vision?"

Olive shook her little head from side to side, "I won't talk nonsense! Only you, me, and my father know about it, and now ..... Only the two of us know, it's a secret between us. ”

Speaking of this, Olive looked down, her father was the mountain behind the two, and now that the mountain has fallen, no matter how strong Olive is and how arrogant she is, she is just a minor girl.

Charles sighed, stretched out his hand to his sister, and said gently: "I'm sorry Olivia, I didn't mean to blame you, it's just that there are a lot of people hiding in the dark to calculate our family now, and I can't be too mediocre or too good, otherwise I will cause trouble." ”

Olive Live's nose was already a little sour, and she nodded heavily, "I know Charles, our family is not what it used to be, you are better to be mediocre, I just want you to live safely......"

"It's not that serious," Charles couldn't help but rub Olive Live's short hair, and said with a smile: "After the temptation just now, we at least know that the Dawn Church still supports us, as long as we can keep the territory of Bayona, no matter how bad our life is, it won't be much worse." ”

"Temptation?"

Olive blinked her big aqua blue eyes and asked a little puzzled, "You were just tempting?"

Charles nodded and lifted the crown of knowledge in his hand, "It may not have been special before, but now it has been given to us by the church as a 'holy relic', so it means that the Dawning Church has no intention of giving up on you and me, two devout believers, otherwise Afra would definitely refuse my request just now, and even those donated gold coins would not have accepted." ”

Olive flickered her eyes wide, and only after a while did she sigh faintly, "Charles, what have you been through these days? How did you become ...... So cunning?"

“.......”

"Smack!"

"Ouch, Charles, you're hitting me again..... Hiss...... Hiss ......"

"How do you talk to your brother?"

Charles's "snap" gave Olive a brain break, causing the little girl to cover her forehead and scream in pain.

Charles turned his head to look out the window, and only after calming down the waves in his heart did he say with certainty: "Olivi, for so many years, I seem to have lived in a dream, and now I have woken up, but I am still your brother, the brother who will give everything for you." ”

Olive began to weep silently again, arching into Charles's arms like a kitten, and her weak appearance was pitiful.

At noon, in a wilderness by the sea outside Bayona, a group of warriors struggled to straighten up and be inspected by their nominal master.

Charles rode his big black horse, and had been wandering around this group of warriors for half an hour, which made Montero, the commander of the garrison camp behind him, and several family knights very worried, and a little confused about the intentions of their lords.

But they didn't dare to come forward to ask Charles, today's Charles are different from before, they are no longer as stupid and stupid as before, their eyes are sharp and shrewd, their tall bodies are matched with stern expressions, and they already have the style of a real "lord lord".

Moreover, a small group of knights brought by the lord today were also riding horses on the side, quiet, indifferent, and fierce, which made Montero feel a strong pressure.

However, Montero was lucky today, as the two hundred infantry soldiers and thirty cavalry he had trained stood for half an hour in the autumn sun without any problems, holding their heads high and not moving, a good performance that finally made Charles smile with satisfaction.

Charles turned over and dismounted, walked up to an infantry soldier, and tried to make his expression amiable as he could imagine in his mind the images of the bigwigs he had seen on television inspecting the troops in his previous life.

"Soldier, tell me your name and your class!"

"Old.... Sir, I'm ..... His name was Feliman, and he was a musketeer. ”

The young warrior who was already not light was very excited, and he stammered a little when he spoke, the generous name of "Count of the Mentally Handicapped" was not blown, and today I was fortunate enough to ask myself, eighty percent can get a large bounty.

"Very well, musketeer, show me what you're capable of!" Charles patted Feliman on the shoulder, signaling him not to be nervous.

"Please set a goal!" Feliman struggled to straighten his chest, as if he was getting more nervous.

Charles looked at Montero who was following behind him, and Montero immediately motioned for a family knight to run into the distance, and a humanoid target was quickly inserted into the ground fifty meters away.

Without saying a word, Feliman took out the powder sac and charged the musket in his hand, filled the projectile, and finally tamped the ammunition with a long strip, aimed at the distant target in a standing position, and flicked the trigger with his finger.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound of gunfire rang out, and a puff of green smoke rose from the target fifty meters away, and it was clear that Feliman's shot had hit the target.

Is it only fifty meters? No wonder their equipment classification is a pattern of shield players, pikemen, and musketeers matching each other, this is to play the "Spanish Bullfighting Formation", this formation is still very powerful against ordinary enemies, if you want to deal with the extraordinary...... Forget it!

However, ordinary muskets have evolved the "Throughbar" as a loading weapon, and the rate of fire has been increased to a higher level of breech guns, and the Charr has nothing to improve for the time being, and the breech gun is an infantry artifact that should not be taken out too early.

Charles secretly scolded a few words in his heart, but said praisefully: "You played well, continue to work hard in the future." ”

"Thank you, sir, for the compliment, alas......."

Feliman nodded hurriedly, but looked up to find that Charles had turned away and had not rewarded himself with a copper coin.

This...... Doesn't it mean that as long as the lord looks at the right person, he will be stuffed with a lot of gold and silver coins?

Charles continued to inspect the room, and as he passed a young man who looked to be seventeen or eighteen years old, Montero behind him spoke, "My lord, this is my youngest son Brut, I think...... Let him learn from you......"

"Huh?"

Charles turned to face the freckled boy and saw the dodge and hesitation in the other's eyes.

"Brute, would you like to learn something from me?"

"I ...... I do, Lord Earl!"

Charles smiled, he sensed Bruman's little resistance, but since you have been chosen by your father to be a "hostage", it is up to you.

"Do you use a bow?"

"Yes, Lord Count, my name is Brutt, Brut de Man, and I am sixteen years old. ”

Brut raised his head a little stubbornly, but when he saw the stern gaze cast by his father behind Charles, he bit his lip and looked down at his toes.

Brut suddenly felt a lightness in his hand, and his beloved bow and arrow had been held in the hand of the lord lord.

"The bow is good!"

Charles smiled faintly, played a standard bow opening stance, and shot an arrow into the distance.

The feather arrow drew a slightly curved arc, and flew over an unreasonable distance.

An "unlucky" seagull landed and smashed on the ground with a muffled "poof" sound.

Hundreds of onlookers were silent.