Year 791 in the Invig calendar.

A light rain fell from the sky, baptizing the chaotic earth, washing away the blood stains on the iron armor one by one, and the knights raised their heads and soaked the rain into the armor as much as possible to cool down the dry body, so a faint breath rose in their armor.

The battle has come to an end, and the enemies have been scattered by the knights, most of whom use old weapons, and can only bring a few sparks when cut on the fine armor, and only a few enemies have armor, but they all have skilled knights to fight against each other, and they cannot shake the tide of the battle.

Count Stuart slowly pulled the blade from his enemy's body, his movements extremely slow, and as the blade left, a large smear of blood poured out from under the broken body. He struggled with the knight for a long time, and at the last moment the Earl of Stuart seized the opportunity to knock him out with the hilt of his sword, and then sealed his throat with a sword.

He was already old, and he couldn't breathe for a while, and he held his cross blade on his hand, and he also raised his head slightly, enjoying the coolness of the sky descending.

"Ah...... How many days is this?"

His eyes under the helmet could only feel dryness, and he turned around, and the corpse-strewn battlefield was still burning, some knights fell forever, and some knights barely stood up.

The Count took off his helmet, his tired gaze swept over the earth, he tried to fight for everyone, raised the blade in his hand, and the knights responded to him, but the blade withered and looked a little desolate.

It all started a few days ago, when fishermen here saw a large number of boats crossing the White Tide Strait and landing in Invig, not fishermen, wearing heavy armor.

This matter was quickly reported to the nearby lord, Count Stuart, the old earl felt that something was wrong, after the White Tide Strait was Gaul Nalo, if it was the other party's army, he should have received the news in advance, but now there is nothing.

Count Stuart thanked him for his vigilance, and he immediately gathered his army, and the next day the enemy from Gaulnalo surrounded his castle.

They tried to take it, as long as they occupied the Stuart territory, and the local resources would be enough for their follow-up troops to recuperate, and even said that they would use it as a base to continue their advance inland into Invig.

Because of this, Count Stuart made a bold decision, he did not listen to others, but stuck here.

He was now a nail, nailing Gaulnalo's army to the Stuart territory, and if they moved to other territories, it would also bring a huge burden of marching, and then the attack failed, so the Count of Stuart did not retreat and held on to this day.

They only sent their cronies to ride to other realms to relay the news one by one until the Platinum Palace of the Old Dunling, and he was waiting for reinforcements from other realms at Duo's insistence.

Once again, the knights routed the enemy and knocked them out of the gap in the wall, and then more men poured up to reinforce the broken gap.

Count Stuart was so old that he was tired himself, and sat down on the steps at will, and in the shadow his squire came running cautiously.

It was a somewhat cowardly-looking child, he didn't even dare to look at the old man, and skillfully removed the armor from his, and the Earl Stuart exhaled, feeling his whole soul freed.

"How is it today, Navis. ”

Navis quickly removed the last of his armor and stacked them together, replying fluently as he worked.

"It's getting worse and worse, we've been besieged for four days, and although the supplies are enough, everyone is panicking, and it's ......"

Seeing Navis's hesitation, Count Stuart laughed, and the wrinkles of time twisted together like a dead tree.

He liked this squire for the simple reason that he was a simple man, he would tell him all the bad news and good news directly, he never lied, he never betrayed, although he was a farmer, but he had a noble soul.

"Because I'm old?"

He smiled at his old age, which was nothing embarrassing, just the twilight of the hero.

Count Stuart used to be a peerless knight who could use a one-handed warhammer and a one-handed sword, he was simply a winch on the battlefield, and his armor would be stained red with blood after each battle, so those people called him Stuart's Red Knight.

But now the Red Knight was so old that he was tired of swinging his sword, and his people thought he was old, and thought that the tall walls could no longer protect them.

Navis hesitated, then nodded.

The Count was still smiling, but the smile gradually fell into loneliness and became helpless, and then the pain spread on his face, and he coughed violently, and Navis panicked for a while, and hurriedly supported the Count, but this could not stop his pain until he fell unconscious.

When Count Stuart awoke again, he was in a familiar room, with a dark red curtain hanging from the four corners and corners, and the room was empty, except for Navis sitting in the chair outside the door, his head hanging slightly, as if he had fallen asleep.

The old man struggled to get up from the top, but every movement brought great pain, and he roared uncontrollably, waking up the attendant outside the door, and Navis ran in in a panic.

"What's wrong with me?"

Holding Navis with one hand, the Count's voice was a little weak.

"The doctor said you were sick. ”

Navis helped the Count back, and his old body fell into the soft cushion, obviously he woke up, but he still felt tired, not only the tiredness of **, but also the soul.

"How long did I sleep. ”

"A day and a half. ”

"How's the battle going?"

“......”

Navis was silent and did not answer, there was a faint cry of people, and the count looked out of the window, this was his room, the highest point of the whole castle, enough to overlook everything, but now the sight was burning fire and smoke, it was the outer castle of the castle, but now the flag of Gaul Nalo was planted there.

The Count had no further thoughts, as if to be expected, and asked again.

"What happened?"

"Yes...... It was Lord Madar, who took over the city's defenses after you fell unconscious, and who led the knights out during last night's battle, and then ...... And then didn't come back. ”

"Really...... That's true. ”

A smile tugged at the Earl's sickly face, that Madel was his nephew, the Earl of Stuart had never married in his life, and he had not many relatives, Madel was his only bloodline, so he had always been by the Earl's side, because he knew very well that as long as the Count died, everything here belonged to him.

"Do you think he's dead?"

Navis did not speak, the Count knew very well what was going on, and on the first day of the Hold some knights objected to this, they had excellent horses, and could easily break out of the siege of the Gallinaros, but this proposal was suppressed by the Earl, and he ordered the knights to hold the castle, because they had horses and armor, but the commoners did not.

"It was a defection, and he would be crucified on the pillar of shame. ”

The Count said lightly, but then Navis couldn't help it, he said.

"Evacuate, my lord, it's only a matter of time before the castle is lost, and we don't have any knights left to fight. ”

The knights followed the Mader Knights away, the last of the forces in the castle, and now all that was left was a group of civilians.

But the Count shook his head.

"If there are no knights left, then now those Gaulna Nalo have stormed the castle, then why are we still alive now. ”

"Yes...... It was the civilians who had temporarily held the inner fort with those remaining weapons. ”

"So don't you think we still have knights?"

The Count's eyes shone brightly, he was already in a desperate situation, but he could still laugh, Navis had been the Count's squire for a long time, but today it seemed that he had only really met the Count for the first time.

"Go to Navis, there's a parchment roll in the bottom of the drawer, please bring it. ”

The squire, though not understanding, obeyed the Count's orders, and took out an ancient parchment scroll, on which he wrote one name after another in ink.

The Count coughed a few more times, but took the parchment, picked up the pen on the cabinet, and slowly unfolded it.

"Navis, what did your full name come from. ”

Navis didn't understand, but he said it anyway.

"Navistotle. ”

The Count nodded, then wrote something on the parchment, and finally put him away and handed it to Navis.

"I'm sorry, that's all I can do, I hope your father will forgive me. ”

Navis took the parchment in confusion, but his body trembled as if he had seen something frightened.

"Uncle...... Lord Count, this is not allowed, how can I ...... I was just a farmer's child. ”

"But the children of farmers will not always be farmers, right, even Stuart's ancestors are farmers, maybe farming is not as good as your father. ”

Count Michelstuart barely got up from the top, his shadow staggering, but he still steadied, and Navis seemed to be frightened by all this, and for a time he didn't even help him, but kept muttering.

"But I'm ...... But I'm just a farmer......"

"But it doesn't matter......"

"That'...... Why?" Navis looked at Michelle in horror, he didn't understand, there were so many things in this world that he didn't understand.

"Reason...... There are many, like those civilians who need a hope, a symbol, a guide who can make them stride with stride even if they die, and of course, if you survive, I don't want to let that bastard Mader take advantage of you. ”

"Navis, get on your knees!"

Navis's rhapsodies were interrupted by a loud voice, and by no time Michelle had picked up the sword that hung on the wall, the blade covered with the scratches of battle, as old as an old man with a sword, hunched over like a wounded lion.

Narvis hesitated, but at last he slowly knelt down, calming himself down as much as he could, his cowardly face gradually hardened, and the evasive eyes finally met Michelle's, and the old man smiled at him.

"They need a Red Knight, not a Stuart. ”

The sharp blade rested lightly on his shoulder, Michelle was too old to even hold the sword, leaving a small wound, Navis could feel the pain, but he was as motionless as a sculpture.

"You inherit my will, and I give you glory. ”

He smiled as he performed the ancient bestowal ceremony.

"Swear to me, son. ”

......

After Count Stuart had been sent into the castle, the gates were finally opened again, and the commoners watched with anticipation into the deep darkness.

Rumors swirled in the past few days, some of whom said that the Count had died, others that the Count had escaped from the secret passages, and the panic was only exacerbated after Madar led the knights to flee.

But now that the gate was open, and the red knight in armor stepped out of it, he seemed to be a little different from before, but soon everyone found the reason, and the red knight of the battlefield once again clenched the hammer and sword.

"But we don't have knights anymore. ”

Someone told him that now only civilians were left here.

"So can anyone still take up arms?"

The Red Knight asked, and countless hands raised their weapons.

"Don't you see that there are many knights?"

He replied with a smile.

"But we are only farmers, butchers, blacksmiths......

The man said again.

The Red Knight was silent for a moment, then raised his sword and rested it lightly on the man's shoulder, he looked further away and shouted to everyone.

"Get down on your knees and swear to me. ”

As the sound of the oath entered the dimly lit room, the old man closed his eyes in contentment.

......

In 791 in the year 791 of the Invig calendar, the Gaul-Naro attacked the southern part of Invig without declaring war, but they encountered stubborn resistance from Michel Stuart in attacking the Stuart territory, which prevented the Gaul-Nalo from continuing to advance inland and bought crucial time for the deployment of the army.

Michel Stuart eventually died of illness in the castle, and his son Navis Stuart conferred knighthood on all the civilians in the castle after his death, and resisted again for two days until reinforcements arrived.

A few days later, Inglwig officially declared war on Gaulnalo, and the glorious war that had lasted for a hundred years officially began, and Navis Stuart rushed to the southern theater with the knights he had granted.

After the long war was broken up and reorganized, the Stuart knights, who were once commoners, infiltrated the entire Invig aristocracy, and relying on the connections granted by the war, they formed a large noble community led by the Stuart family.

In the year 876 of the Invig calendar, the improved steam engine appeared, setting off the second industrial revolution, and the glorious war ushered in a turning point.

In the year 907 of the Invig calendar, the century-long glorious war ended with the victory of Invig.

In the year 925 of the Ingwig calendar, Old Dunling welcomed a stranger named Lorenzo Holmes.

In the year 931 of the Invig calendar, the story begins. u