Needless to say, Draenor was happy to see Jett come back strong and continue with her to Nagseus, but she couldn't ignore who she is now.

I have the impression that the Licus people who live in Abel are still somewhat conservative, and on many occasions the appearance of the lady will be greeted with strange eyes, and it is not difficult to see this from the reactions of the people around him when Vickyli appeared in the auction hall before.

This "occasion" may also include the Knights of Nagseus.

In his hometown of Eichenryde, Draenor also saw bards who haunted the taverns and the streets of the town, wearing brightly coloured skirts, red and white striped silk hats, and playing exotic instruments. Although no one has ever said anything about bards to their faces, everyone knows that this profession will still cause some unnecessary trouble for the girls.

But compared to it, the status of "knight" will undoubtedly bring more trouble. First of all, in many civilizations, knights are a symbol of valor and majesty, and it is precisely because of this that people can select the most powerful knight from among the knights as the chief knight. In this respect, Jett, as a young girl, had to overcome difficulties that most people could not imagine.

What's more, life inside a knight is actually not as romantic as most people think: when they don't have money, they will try to take on some dirty work, often returning to the camp covered in stinking blood, and they don't even have the opportunity to take a bath.

And when they had money, hygiene and all that was left behind, and knights would take every opportunity to flirt with noblewomen, find like-minded minstrels, and even mingle with drunkards in filthy taverns, praying for their pleasure.

Coupled with the fact that Jett has now become a widow, if she joins the Order alone in this capacity, those gossips alone will be enough for her to bear.

Judging from the current atmosphere, if she wants to say a few words to Jett casually, I am afraid that it will stimulate her, and Draenor is no longer entangled, believing that Jett has begun to re-plan for her future life.

"We will first reach the border city of Kerdon, west of Nagseus. The master painter was completely buried, but I kept the work under the cuirass and thankfully it was undamaged. After I get the knight registration papers, I will arrange a place for you to live as agreed. ”

“…… Are you sure you want to go on like this? Draenor waited for Jett to finish speaking, and asked her tentatively, "Now that Nagseus is at war against the Snowway Kingdom, maybe we have a better way to settle in Nagseus than to make you a knight, after all, this profession is not very safe." ”

He pretended to touch the money bag around his waist unintentionally, and ironically, the bag full of gold hung unscathed, even though the supplies were almost entirely buried in the snow.

"Not very safe? What could be more dangerous than this snowy field? ”

Jett's tone revealed a hint of impatience, it was not like asking a question, but repeating the same sentence as the other party to express the annoyance in his heart. It can be seen that she is determined to become a true knight, and this ethereal "romanticism" makes Draenor feel helpless, but he must ensure that Jett is rational, and not blindly pursue the last wishes of the deceased, even at the cost of his life.

"But you are still so young, so determined to pursue your dreams, are you not afraid of being criticized?" Draenor feared that he would hurt Jett by saying this, and he felt that he had made it clear enough that anyone with outstanding achievements could join the Knights of Nagseus, and of course there were some villains who were chasing for profit. As a widowed woman at a young age, Jett had a hard time surviving alone in Nagseus.

"Why be afraid? I don't do things to expect evaluation, but if there is, for better or worse, I just want the better. After all, for knights, thunder and rain are all heavenly blessings......"

These words left Draenor speechless, and he even admired Jett's courage, or this kind of stubbornness. It was the first time he had seen such an act of preparing to move from one trouble to a bigger one.

"You've helped us as promised, that's all you can do, I'll do the rest......"

After saying this, Jett turned and walked towards the lake. It seems that there is really no need for him to continue to worry about this girl, not to mention that this is not his duty, all he can do now is to pray for Jett, and hope to be able to reach the border city of Kerdon in her mouth.

According to a rough impression, standing by Sado's grave and looking northeast, there was a sloping road less than five kilometers or so, which was supposed to be the main road around Nagseus.

There was also a thick layer of fog around the lake, and it was barely visible except for the hazy sun in the distance, and Draenor remembered that the fog would disappear when the sun came out, perhaps it was only because the fog had cleared that the sun could be discovered.

Vikily pulled her compass from her backpack and paused for a moment before running to the front of the line.

"Continue along the northeast direction, less than an hour away!"

Jeanne and Jett almost trotted towards Vekilyco, and Draenor had to pick up the pace to try to keep up with the group, sometimes wondering if it was a coincidence or if Vekily could actually read his mind.

In fact, he no longer considered asking Jett to continue to give up his lodging as agreed, and things would have been easier if Sadow had been around: Jett would get the knighthood as he wished, and her husband would be able to open an oil painting tube in the town, and although the painting skills were not flattering, it was a novel invention after all, and perhaps a small profit could be made to buy a bigger and better house.

After that incident, Jett was left alone, and it was certainly unrealistic to live in the Knights' camp, and without her husband's care, she clearly needed a stable place to live more than everyone else.

And I happen to have a surplus on hand, even if I can't afford to buy a single-family mansion, it is not difficult to buy a small room enough for three people. Or it is also a way to simply live in the house allocated by the Knights according to the agreement, and then find a place for Jett to live alone. All in all, given the lady's reputation, he still didn't want Jett to live with his group.

Let's think about those things later. Draenor tugged at the edge of his coat downward, slightly obscuring the exposed part of the money bag, if Nagseus was really as good as she said he was, maybe he could find a way to find a foothold in the Knights, after all, he couldn't stand up to the Yazira people on his own and the likes of Viklico.

In the silence, Draenor observed Jett's expression indistinctly, his eyes still as cold and dark as frost and snow. It's also a good thing for her to be able to stand firm in her dreams in the midst of grief, and I just hope that stubbornness won't hurt her in the future.