The moment he saw his own feudal monarch, Marcus wanted to get up from the plank bed, but because of this, he injured his legs, his facial features wrinkled, his feet staggered, and his body fell forward.

Duke Norvi reached out and held his hand on the knight, and even though Marcus was only one of the many transcendents under his command to him, he had to make a statement—especially to such a foolish knight, otherwise he wouldn't have come here.

"Knight Marcus Thule, you should rest well now. Duke Norvi knew very well what the knight wanted, so after a pause, he continued to whisper, "You are good enough, and you are good enough, so leave it to us." ”

Hearing this, Marcus pursed his lips, nodded, and sat back on the bed in silence.

After reassuring him and expressing his esteem for him, the Duke of Norway left Marcus's tent with his attendants.

Blank eyes stared at the empty tent, Marcus sighed silently, lay down again, turned sideways, and lowered his eyes.

"Marcus?"

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the light shone in, and then Marcus heard a familiar voice.

Marcus had already felt it when the curtain was lifted, but he didn't want to pay attention to it because he was tired.

But if it's 'Fetzel', that's a different story.

He looked back at the position of the door curtain, and after confirming the visitor, he slowly sat up from the bed, and a smile appeared on his face, "Is there something wrong?"

"Just to see how your injuries are. Fitzel curled his lips as well, strode into Marcus's tent, pulled a chair and sat on the edge of the bed.

As Marcus's savior, he was now the only person in the camp with whom Marcus could talk.

During the time that Marcus was recuperating from his injuries, few people dared to approach Marcus's camp except for the attendants who took care of him, and Fetzel was the only exception.

Once seen how unpleasant Fetzel was, Marcus is now grateful to this ugly-faced, but 'kind-hearted' former mercenary.

Although he also knew that this former mercenary only rescued him because the two of them had the same status and it was beneficial to save him, no matter what this former mercenary thought, it was an unchangeable fact that he was saved by this guy.

After laughing for a while, Fetzel withdrew his smile, sighed heavily, and whispered, "By the way, I'm going to tell you that we're going to war with those black-skinned bitches...... I think you are qualified to know about it. ”

Marcus' smile froze on his face, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

The tent fell silent all at once, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.

Fetzel took two cigarettes from the bag at his waist, handed one to Marcus, and then took out a box of matches made by the Duchy of Sorrowful Wind, the head of which slashed across the side of the box and lit a fire.

Afterwards, the two of them swallowed the clouds and mist, and did not say a word.

Sitting on the bed, Marcus looked at the top of the tent with wandering eyes, since hearing the news, he thought that maybe he would not be able to participate in the next war, but when he confirmed it, he was a little difficult to accept.

The Duke of Norway had come before, but he didn't say anything to reward him, just a few words of comfort and left.

But if you think about it, it's true, he didn't make any achievements, and even fought a defeated battle, it's very good if he wasn't scolded, and he actually got comfort from the feudal monarch.

His family had wanted to be a legitimate hereditary nobility since his grandfather's generation, even if it was just a baron.

It's just that they haven't been able to get what they want, so they demand him with stricter rules, and as a result, he has become the first transcendent in their family.

However, since the day he inherited the family, he has worked hard for seven or eight years, but he still has not been able to meet the conditions of 'knighthood'.

That's why he looked at Fetzel so unpleasantly before, even though Fetzel and he are also knights, but that title was bought with money!

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to get enough battle merits, and then go to the feudal monarch to receive the reward, but now it seems that everything is over.

Although the recovery ability of the transcendent is much stronger than that of ordinary people, the drow elf also has poison attached to the bullet, and if it is not treated in time, his leg will be useless.

In the midst of the smoke, Fitzel said abruptly, "I don't think the Duke of Norvi intended to give you a reward from the beginning. ”

Marcus' eyes froze, but quickly eased up.

Without speaking, without answering, Marcus sat quietly on the bed, silently smoking a cigarette, trying to let all the sorrow dissipate with the smoke.

But the grief and annoyance continued to breed in the bottom of his heart, and the cigarette in his hand became shorter and shorter, even if Fitzel handed him another one and let him light it again, the complicated emotions in his heart were still difficult to dissipate.

He knew from the beginning that otherwise, his grandfather and father would not have been able to go without receiving a reward from the feudal lord for the rest of their lives.

Three generations of their family have been directly loyal to the Duke of the Norvi family, and they have been working hard without merit for so many years, but they have always been just 'knights'.

Even though he had become one of the few extraordinary knights under the command of Duke Norwe, he still did not receive a reward from him.

Marcus closed his eyes and sighed, "That's it......"

"Are you really going to leave it at that?" Fazel asked.

He had expected Marcus to do something, after all, their family had been loyal to the Norvi family for generations, but they had never been promoted.

In Fitzel's opinion, Marcus would at least be resentful, and he never thought that he would forget it like this.

"What else could I do?" Marcus snapped his eyes open, slammed the bed, and let out a low sigh.

His heart is far less peaceful than it seems!

When he saw Marcus's red eyes, it dawned on Fetzel that he had been suppressing his heart all along.

Marcus stared at a pair of bloodshot eyes, and asked sharply: "He is my feudal lord, can I still go in front of him and force him to canonize me?"

After speaking, he took a hard puff of the cigarette in his hand, and turned the cigarette into a cigarette butt in one puff.

Angrily crushing the cigarette butt on the bedboard, Marcus spewed a thick cloud of smoke from his mouth and nose.

Fitzel smoked in silence and took out another one and handed it to Marcus, who refused his cigarette.

After smoking a cigarette, he sighed and stood up, patted Marcus on the shoulder, said nothing, and turned to leave the tent.

Looking at his departing back, Marcus was speechless for a long time and lay back down.

This time he had nothing, he couldn't catch up with this war, he couldn't get military exploits, he couldn't show himself in front of Duke Norvi, and naturally he couldn't get canonized.

"Damn brunette bitch ......"

He hid in his tent and insulted the drow elves in the vicious language he knew.

If it weren't for the drow elves who smeared their bullets with poison, he would still be able to participate in this war, and he would still be able to present himself in front of Duke Norvi, and maybe he would have been able to fulfill the wish of three generations of his family.

If all goes well, then he will be able to fulfill his family's wishes......

Walking out of the warm tent and standing in the cold and windy camp, Fetzel let out a white breath and sighed at the gloomy sky.

Now that kid is almost useless, then he should go to find someone who can be a scapegoat for himself.

Although he did not command the war this time, many of the great nobles came to the front line to supervise the war, and if something went wrong, he would also be held accountable.

So, let's find another scapegoat......