Winter dusk is short, and when Charles arrived at the gate of Nancy City with a team of several hundred people, it was already dark, and the family warriors stationed at the gate saw the banner of the Hunter Knight in advance, so they made an exception to postpone closing the gate and waiting for their lord.

Nancy City is not a large city that closes at nine o'clock in the evening, and it has been a practice for centuries to close the gates as soon as it gets dark, and the high walls provide enough security for the people in the city to maintain the rule of the Shevalier family.

"You say they can't enter the city?"

One thing Charles learned after arriving at the city gate was that after dark, no nobleman's private army could enter the city, and only the nobleman himself and a limited number of personal guards could stay in the city.

"Master, this is a lesson left by the ancestors, although these young people are your loyal subordinates, but if you make an exception today, there will be a second exception in the future, which will leave a hidden danger to the safety of the family. ”

In front of so many young knights, barons, and even viscounts, Roy, the butler, couldn't tell Charles what the lessons of his ancestors were, but he was adamant about not letting the private soldiers go ahead.

Charles is also a person who has watched "Three Kingdoms", so he naturally understands what the "lessons of the ancestors" are, it is nothing more than the Qing monarch's side, forcing the palace, rebelling and other routines, and it is not uncommon for the army not to be allowed to enter the city.

At the beginning, Yuan Chonghuan led a large group of infantry to chase the tail of the Qing army to the bottom of Yanjing City, and it was really difficult to endure the lack of soldiers and horses in the middle of winter, so he asked for an order to enter the city for repairs, and then it didn't take long for him to be dragged to the street and executed, and 100,000 troops entered the city.

However, Charles only had a few hundred subordinates this time, so he didn't think about it in that direction, to put it a little ugly, even if these young knights and young nobles really dared to rebel, they could directly take the head and behead them, and defeat them.

"We are in a hurry, their tent is still in the convoy behind, if they are not allowed to enter the city, how will they keep out the cold?"

"They'll go to a nearby village to spend the night, or make a fire to keep warm!" Roy explained to Charles, gesturing in the direction of the city.

"Spending the night in a nearby village?"

Charles turned his head to look at the large fields around him, and the few lights in the distance were obviously peasant villages outside the city, and he was really not sure if anything unpleasant would happen to these knights after they passed.

Charles thought for a moment and then ordered: "Let the city send some tents out, as well as food, wine, and fuel, I will not go into the city today, and I will sleep here with them for the night." ”

"Master, your identity is different from theirs, doing so will damage your majesty, I know what you are worried about, the farms around here are your private property, sir, they will not mess around. ”

Roy lowered his voice and quietly continued: "The old marquis used to eat and sleep with the soldiers, but that was usually on the battlefield, and only occasionally did that, he said, if you always mix with the soldiers, then the commander has no authority, and the soldiers will not appreciate it. ”

Charles was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses.

While sharing the weal and tear with the soldiers strengthens mutual trust, it also dispels the soldiers' reverence for their commanders.

The soldiers were accustomed to sleeping in tents and eating chaff with the commander-in-chief, and when the commander ate pig's trotters one day, would the soldiers resent not giving them the trotters?

Soldiers are accustomed to the commander charging forward when fighting, but one day the commander has diarrhea, will the soldiers think that the commander is afraid of death?

Therefore, this kind of "show" should choose the timing, but also stop in moderation, maintain a lofty posture in ordinary times, make them feel that the lord is unattainable, and then suddenly take the lead when needed, share weal and woe, in order to achieve the effect of motivating morale.

Moreover, the more noble the performance in peacetime, the stronger the contrast will be when the time comes, and the more moved and dedicated the soldier will be.

Similarly, the more successful the big shots, the more acting skills are needed.

"Alas, it's so difficult to be a successful aristocrat, not only has a black heart, but also good acting skills, no wonder so many nobles are mediocre and incompetent, where do ordinary people have such a thick skin!"

"Roy, I didn't go into the city today for a purpose, take me to the largest farm in the neighborhood, I'm going to give everyone a big lesson!"

The nobleman's mind is unpredictable, and this is also a means of maintaining mystery and nobility, and Charles naturally does not let Roy see what is in his heart.

Two hours later, the few hundred men finally rested at the largest farm outside the city, dozens of bonfires were lit on the threshing floor, the heat dissipating the cold and illuminating the bewildered Night Cultist Jabbar.

"Do you see that he is different from ours? look at his ears, look at his eyes, look at his nails. ”

Abdul-Jabbar is a dangerous man, and Charles naturally wants to take him with him, and it's finally time for me to be useful.

"You guessed it, this guy is a Night Cultist, and a Night Transcendent. ”

"Oku!!"

"Oh my God, look at his claws, they're bent, they're still black......"

"Bastard, I've seen this kind of thing, just the other day...... Our friend Sdhoard was killed by them....... It's scary....... Woowoo"

"Bang Bang

A wine bottle smashed in front of the weeping teenager.

Charles grimaced, pointed at the boy and asked sharply, "You, what's your name?"

The crying young man was dazed for a long time before he realized that Charles was referring to himself, and quickly stood up and lowered his head and replied: "Lord Marquis, I am Hisham from Newcastle, and I am yours...... Baron. ”

"In Lorraine, there is no timid baron, were you crying just now?"

Hisham was moved by a burst of cool air, and all the tears in his eyes were held back, and he was so frightened that he couldn't say a word.

"Come on, prove you're not a coward. ”

A long sword made of hardwood was thrown at Hisham's feet.

Hisham looked at the wooden sword at his feet, picked it up blankly, and followed Charles' fingers to Jabbar in the middle of the threshing floor.

"Lord Marquis, do you want me to kill him?"

Hisham gritted his teeth and raised his wooden sword and walked towards Jabbar, the Night Cultists were fierce, but if they stabbed him in the heart or cut off his head, they would all die.

"No, you have to try it against him, if you win you are a baron, if you lose...... Just like your ancestors, start from the beginning!"

Hisham stumbled at his feet and almost fell to the ground.

He remembered what happened to his group in the village that night, and he was terrified to death.

But he thought about the fate of losing the barony, and felt that he was going to die now.

Charles is his own direct lord, and it is a matter of one sentence to ban his own title.

Even if he is drunk and crazy and says that he wants to take your title, someone will definitely come and confiscate your territory, your maid, and even your sister, wife, and mother the next day.

Charles stood up, walked over to Abdul-Jabbar, drew his sword, sheathed it, and played a sword drawing pose.

The rope on Abdul-Jabbar's body breaks, and he regains his physical freedom.

"Hungry?"

Abdul-Jabbar nodded, the Night Cultists don't seem to be human, but they are not much different from people, they still have to drink water, eat, sleep, marry a daughter-in-law and have a baby, and they still have a stomachache if they don't eat.

"Go and fight him, if you win, you will have meat to eat, and if you lose, you will lose...... Eat this!"

The flickering torch pestle was in front of Jabbar, the Night Cultist, and a special light flashed inside.

"Zila!"

A cloud of green smoke came from Abdul-Jabbar's body, but it wasn't as conspicuous in the night.

"If I ...... If you win, can you let me go?"

"Huh, you want to go?"

Charles smiled evilly, "If you win against me, I'll let you go!"

Jabbar shuddered and stood up with another wooden sword, intending to fill his stomach first.

Anyway, if you have nothing, then let's be single!