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Chapter II

As a handyman in the lord's mansion who takes care of the war horses, Roy's job every morning is to wash and saddle a dozen war horses. The full-text and ad-free novels are all biquge.info on Aishang Novel Network

The morning air is still cool at night. But Roy was already sweating profusely.

"Don't move, Whirlwind. The brush in Roy's hand danced on a gray and white horse. The dust and grass roots were quickly cleared.

The war horse, which was still spinning in circles to dodge, was said by the young man, and immediately stood obediently in place and did not move. Under the shiny fur brushed by the brush, the strong muscles trembled incessantly. It seems to be itchy and unbearable.

After brushing the war horse [Whirlwind], Roy just straightened up, and the huge head of the whirlwind rested affectionately on his shoulder, with air in his nostrils, and his long mouth flexibly biting his neck.

The young man was so itchy that he couldn't help laughing, and beside him, the war horses lined up also neighed happily, constantly shaking their heads.

When the morning sun has just climbed to the top of the castle's pointed guard tower. The open space outside the castle gate is already bustling with activity.

Guards in armor stood tall in front of the castle gates, armed with spears. The knights chatted in jackets with puffed sleeves and lace, and the acolytes buckled up the leather armor they had used for training.

Maids with basins sprinkled water on dusty mud, barefoot children and dogs ran about, two trusted shield-wielding servants shouted loudly and warmed up with a jog of knightly apprentices dressed in linen, and four servants were diligently carrying training spears and swords and shields.

Some idle townspeople, foreign merchants and travelers who passed by with horses or camels, stopped and gathered around the training ground to watch with great interest.

Sixty years ago, the First Lord took the lead in the war, breaking through the Duke of Loulian, who was waiting for rescue, and obtained this small city not much bigger than the town as a fief, the [Pioneers] family has ruled here for sixty years.

After three generations of barons, the city of Borabel is thriving. Population, food production, and trade taxes have increased tenfold or more.

Growing economic power also means strong military power.

Counting the current Baron [Brian] himself and his son, Lord [Rice], who has become a cadet knight in the Viscounty of Wenger to the west. The city of Borabel now has nine knights.

The number and rank of Knights with Allegiance is the most recognized and intuitive standard of strength in the Avalon Continent.

There can be nine knights in a small barony's territory, which is really a number that the Bollabel people are very proud of.

You know, even many viscounts whose fiefdoms are bigger than Borabel City can't afford to raise so many knights!

After a few moments, the warm-up of the knight apprentices ended. Several knights in leather armor also left the field one after another and began to guide the apprentices in training.

In the center of the field, Barker, the first knight of Bolabel City, is instructing a servant in swordsmanship.

I saw Buck, who was sturdy and neatly dressed, and a sturdy servant in dirty linen clothes, each holding a two-handed sword, constantly swinging his sword and slashing and blocking as he moved quickly. When the great sword struck, sparks shot out, and the sound of fierce gold and iron resonated endlessly.

During the fight, Hu Cong opened Buck's oblique stab and suddenly struck a powerful slash.

The audience next to them only saw a bright light slash down from the top of their heads, and went straight to the top of Buck's head like lightning, and immediately exclaimed in unison.

Roy, who was brushing his horse, also stopped the brush in his hand, stared blankly at the training ground, and subconsciously looked at Buck's feet. He said to himself in his heart: "It should be a retreat, and then make the wind and clouds!"

As if hearing Roy's heart, in the field, while Buck retreated to avoid Hu Cong's force, he picked up the big sword in his hand and drew half a circle in the air, clinging to the body of Hu Cong's long sword, and then twisted and twisted.

Hearing the sound of "clang", Hu Cong's long sword had already taken off his hand and flew into the sky.

"Wow!" The audience on the side was dazzled and burst into applause.

Anyone who knows the business understands that this trick is windy, but Buck's unique stunt is usually light and difficult to see.

None of these knights in Borabel City could resist Barker's move. As long as he is caught by his long sword, he will be wrenched away immediately!

Although the shield-wielding man who fought with Buck was burly and strong, and his martial arts skills were outstanding even among the cavalry non-commissioned officers of the Imperial Frontier Army, he was still vulnerable in front of Buck. Buck didn't even use his fighting spirit, just used his dexterity to pick his sword away.

This is the knight! If Buck uses his fighting spirit, I'm afraid this servant won't even be able to take a move!

The knight level of the Avalon continent is divided into six levels.

The lowest is the Armed Knight. In ascending order, they are [Brave Knight], [Just Knight], [Glory Knight], [Great Light Knight] and [Paladin].

Each knight level is divided into one to five stars according to different strengths.

Buck is a three-star [Armed Knight].

This kind of strength may not be much in those famous knights or knights under the command of the great lord. But in a small city like Borabel, it is already the top of the list.

There was applause on the training ground. Roy, on the other hand, has already begun to continue the work at hand.

After brushing the horses, the big-headed boy first put horse ornaments embroidered with different knightly symbols on the horse's back, and then prepared several horses to saddle them one by one.

Then, he picked up the wooden fork leaning against the pillar next to him, and picked up a bundle of hay with his backhand. The straw ropes that bind the hay were twisted in the air by a rotating wooden fork. The scattered grass followed the semicircle of the wooden forks, and scattered accurately and evenly in the troughs of several war horses.

From the backhand fork to the completion of the feeding, the whole action is clean and neat, and it is done in one go.

"Hey!" the boy shook his fist in pleasure.

If anyone notices Roy at this moment, they may be surprised to find that the half-circle of the wooden fork and the action of twisting the straw rope when he picks up the hay are extremely similar to the [Wind and Clouds] that Buck used just now, which is regarded as an untold secret.

Get done with your work. Roy walked to the edge of the training ground and crouched down, looking enviously at the knights in training.

The fence at the edge of the training ground silently separates the big-headed teenagers from their energetic, proud-faced peers in the center of the field.

It's like two worlds.

At his feet, Oliver, the fat dog, was basking in the sun with his belly turned over in boredom.

Oliver is a crossbred dog of an unrecognizable breed. The fur on the body is black and white, with large ears and small eyes, extremely short limbs, and a tail that stands up like a flagpole.

Because of its short legs and excessive obesity, it twisted and swayed when it walked, and its round belly almost stuck to the ground. If you don't move, it looks like a loaf of bread from a distance.

Everyone who saw Oliver for the first time swore that it was the stupidest and fattest dog they had ever seen.

And everyone who came into contact with Oliver swore that it was the most lazy, stealing, shameless, cheap, useless, and annoying dog they had ever seen.

This dog is either lying or lying on his stomach all day long, it's okay to be old and dead and his face is around the beautiful, the text can't warn the martial arts and can't prevent thieves, and when he sees something delicious, he runs away.

No one could figure out why Roy was raising such a guy. Not to mention the precious battle beasts of the noble knights, even if they raise a random hunting dog, they are ten thousand times better than Oliver.

However, Roy ignored this qiē.

He and Oliver are as good as two brothers, inseparable every day.

Over the years, whether it is early morning or dusk, whether it is working or looking at the sea by the port in a daze, next to the figure of the big-headed boy, there is always a fat figure who is either turning his belly to bask in the sun, or sitting on the ground grinding his buttocks and itching, or lying on the ground and spitting out his tongue and panting.

"Meat dog, I'll sell you to a dog meat restaurant if your pants are torn. Roy held his chin and didn't look back.

The fat dog, who had been biting Roy's trouser leg and playing, let go of his mouth stupidly. Harming his tongue, he twisted his body and rubbed his back, and lay more flat...... Thank you brothers and sisters for your continued support. At the beginning of the new book, please ask for recommendation votes. Let the verdict soar.

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