At the dinner table, the knight lord Yarman completely dominated the conversation.

"This is Dennis, the eldest son of the House of Ilya, my assistant, a midshipman who is better at riding a spear than I am, but less capable of fighting on foot. He introduced the young man in his sumptuous gown, "If he performs well enough on this mission, I will canonize him as an official knight." I hope you will be able to watch the ceremony, if you all survive by then. ”

The last sentence seemed to be talking to himself, but it was loud enough for everyone to hear.

The young midshipman nodded to the crowd, his gaze politely meeting everyone's, lingering on Hannah for a little longer, but that was all.

This is a young man with enough tutoring and literacy, Barrett can tell. And the family is very good, at least much better than Sir Yarman, who lives in this castle. He contrasted the dresses of the two knights.

"But if you're not as good as the adventurers on the other side, I'm not going to let you just become my colleague. ”

Yarman looked down on adventurers, and Barrett found that the knight lords always spoke of the word 'adventurer' with obvious disdain and contempt.

The Knight Lord stared at his junior with a serious face, but chewed on stewed beans in his mouth, "If you were under Calvin's hands, you might be able to become a full-fledged knight the next year, and if you follow Edwin's idiot, maybe he would be able to put the sword on your shoulder the next day." But your father has made you follow me, an old stubborn, apparently hoping that I will be strict with you, so that your promotion can be worthy of the name, and not become the laughing stock of other knights. ”

"I understand, sir. Dennis Cadet said solemnly, "I will convince everyone of my promotion and be worthy of it." ”

The Knight Lord nodded with satisfaction, "When I was promoted, I personally slaughtered three ogres taller than that guy. He pointed at Barrett with a fork that was forking the roasted potato, "Three! One of them was pierced through the neck with my riding spear, and the other broke the head of my beloved horse with its stick, but its head was also cut off by me." I first chopped the ogre's knee, but it still didn't fall, but it couldn't move, and could only stand against a banyan tree. Then I slit open its belly again, and all the intestines and guts came out. ”

The dinner table is not a good place to talk about this, Barrett thought. Although he himself didn't care about any of this, he saw that Burton, the good Samaritan, and the two young men in the team didn't look right. Brandon looked at the large plate of blood sausage on the table in front of him, and even quietly vomited.

You're all up and down and you're worth nothing but that life, Barrett shook her head inwardly. He also noticed that the coachman still had an indifferent expression, and that this non-existent fellow did not seem interested in anything but his own carriage and four little mares.

The big guy knelt down holding his stomach, trying to stuff the intestines back in. But there was so much of it that came out of the intestines, and it stenched with blood, and it was all over the ground. Sir Yarman scoffed, and threw a piece of mustard blood sausage into his mouth, "The ugly fellow looked at the intestines on the ground with horror on his face. But it did not fear for long, for I am a compassionate man, and although it is an ugly and evil ogre, I have given it liberation. ”

The knight lord picked up a small potato and stuffed it whole into his mouth, "It's a pity that after its head was cut off, its bones rolled far away, and it was trampled to pieces by a knight's warhorse." He sighed, and for some reason regretted it, "As for the third ogre, there is nothing to say, because it has already been hit by three or four arrows, and one of them is still in the chest, and it is about to die, and death is also a relief for it, yes, we have liberated them all! ”

The emaciated knight lord laughed.

"I remember it was a big tribe of hundreds of ogres. The castle butler added that he soaked the bread in broth and spooned it as if he were eating oatmeal.

"Nearly two hundred!" corrected Sir Yarman, "and a large number of gnolls and goblin cannon fodder, which live in the mountains near 'Baibury Town', and from time to time invade the surrounding villages and towns. At that time, in order to solve them, Garano gathered nearly 500 heavily armed knights, as well as thousands of militia and guards, and even mages to follow, and wiped out the ogre tribe in one fell swoop. That's a rare big war in recent decades, alas, after all, there hasn't been a real war on this continent for a long time. ”

"I remember that it was not Count Garano who led the troops at that time, but Viscount Edric of 'Lou City'. The castle steward continued.

"Yes!" Sir Jarman's face suddenly turned a little unpleasant, and he took a heavy sip of rye beer, "Count Garano was sick at the time, and he couldn't ride a horse, so he ......" He stopped suddenly, and then couldn't help complaining, "The princes of such a big event actually don't lead the troops themselves, and the people of the Benson family are really more and more like merchants." He complained about his old club again.

"You haven't introduced me yet. The servant next to the young knight spoke at the right time, breaking the awkward silence at the table.

This servant is a clever fellow, and the timing is just right, Barrett thought to himself. Although this man looks to be only fourteen or fifteen years old, he looks quite clever.

"George, the third of the Donne, has the same name as our king. He is Dennis's servant and is good at farming horses. Sir Yarman casually introduced.

"And archery!" George smiled at Barrett and the others, "I'd rather be an archer than a horse charge! He looked at Barrett and the others and said proudly.

"Don't always harass the hens, if Aunt Flanda knows, she'll beat you with a stick, and I won't help you. The young knight reprimanded in a threatening tone, but his servant didn't care.

"This is Greg, the eldest son of the Peters family, my servant. The sword was used very well, but it was not taught by me, but by his father. Sir Yarman pointed to the young man next to the castle steward, "His father is the lord of nearby Coomburg, Trant Peters. His father and I were knights who were canonized at the same time. Trant was younger than him back then. The knight lord pointed to his servant again, "but he slaughtered an ogre and three gnolls with his own hands." ”

Hu Cong Greg glanced at Barrett and the others, but did not speak. The barbarian adventurer also saw disdain in his eyes, and he didn't know if it was because of the influence of Sir Yarman.

"In addition to these few people at the table, I have a militia captain, three Orions, and 12 well-trained militiamen, but one of them was injured in today's training, so it can only be counted as 11. Three of them are skilled with bows and arrows, and eight are skilled with spears, but with the exception of Orion, none of these militias have experience dealing with monsters. ”

Monsters, he said monsters again, what exactly are the monsters in the hot springs?

"I've finished introducing my people, so tell me about it. Sir Yarman ate his plate clean, "Give me that plate of blood sausage, young man." He said to Brandon.

Brandon scrambled to his feet, and in a hurry he bumped into the chair behind him, which made a creaking noise that made people itch. He handed the plate of mustard blood sausage in front of him to Hu Cong Greg, who stood up and handed the plate to Yarman.

"Flanda's sausage tastes great, and the memory of the ogre kneeling on the ground in fear whets my appetite. The knight lord tossed half of the blood sausage from his plate into his plate, and then placed the blood sausage plate in front of him. "But I find you don't like it very much. He looked at Barrett and the others.

"That's because they prefer my roasted little potatoes!" said the castle butler to Barrett and the others, "and I think roasted baby potatoes go well with rye beer rather than blood sausages!"

Sir Yarman did not continue the subject, but kept looking at Barrett and them, dark red sausages churning between his teeth, "Don't be shy, are you all?"

"I don't think the introduction of us has anything to do with this mission. Hannah said with a cold face. "What we should be talking about is a mission!"

"If you're going to fight in a team, at least let me know what you're good at, isn't it? What's so hard about that, is it embroidery that you're good at? God, I didn't expect that. The knight lord laughed again, and he and his servants were the only ones at the table laughing at the "joke".

Patience and silence do not earn respect.

Barriet stood up suddenly, and walked towards the knight lord Yarman with a blank face amid the surprised, confused, or wary gazes of everyone.

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