Chapter 0063: Persuasion

"Lord Earl!"

Carolus heard the prestige.

Carlos, one of the few knights left under his command, had been recuperating from his injuries and had stayed at Ilketlin Castle, escaping the attack planned by Dances with Wolves.

"What's the matter?"

Carolus smiled gently, he personally admired Carlos's deeds, and the energy of Pastor Brown to perform magic came from his gift.

But Carlos was obviously unaware of this, and the legion was divided into two parts under the arrangement of General William, and he rode over at this time to make a choice, "I intend to follow Master Reims. ”

"Oh?"

Carolus, of course, knew that it was because the Count's previous attitude of ignoring meritorious officials had broken the knight's heart, so he also expressed understanding of his decision.

"Aren't you going to follow me?" he asked flatly.

"Yes, Lord Count..."Carlos rolled over and dismounted, falling to one knee in the snow, "In the name of Nidaye, I will give up my allegiance to you..." Please allow me!"

According to Pande's custom, knights have the right to choose the monarch they serve, and although they all pride themselves on loyalty, like the Dragon Knights of Livingston, most knights do not owe allegiance to a particular lord, but mostly follow their own oaths and the tenets of the knights.

This kind of departure cannot be called a betrayal as long as both parties agree, and the lords can generally only keep or bless the knights when they are asked to leave, and no one will force the knights to stay, which is a despicable violation of the rules.

So Carolus could only draw his sword and tap it on Carlos's shoulder, using this simple ritual to break the oath he had made, "This is a valiant knight," he said to Lance, who was secretly delighted at the side, as was customary, expressing his generosity and praise for Carlos.

"He will be my right-hand man," Lance nodded solemnly, drawing his sword and tapping it on either side of Carlos' shoulder, "In the name of Nidaye, I accept your allegiance. ”

The two successive mentions of the name of the god naturally puzzled General William, who did not understand that this matter related to the hidden confrontation between the first and second apostles of the Temple of Order, "What kind of god is that?"

No one paid attention to his question.

"Thank you, sir!"

Carlos bowed his right hand to his chest and apologized to the Count, then he turned on his horse, and rode together about a position behind Billance.

"Hey?"

General William rode away with his own bored horse, and since the team had already been assigned under his arrangement, he urged complainingly, "How long are you going to grind?"

"So... Stay safe!"

Carolus gave Reims a word of advice, then took the reins, and chased General William in the direction of Ryan City, while the soldiers who were still in a neat formation followed behind their respective commanders.

"Bang bang bang bang ..."

It was the sound of the friction between the gaps in the armor.

After leading the legion around Silverblade Castle, Carolus chose not to take the Kingdom Road again, but instead walked along the path through the woods, "We need to catch the Misty Mountain people off guard!"

In the face of General Wilhelm's rebuttal, he explained.

And the decapitated corpses and the burning ruins of the decapitated corpses and villages from which they had lived and fled were in no mood to engage in debate.

"Those damn brutes!"

He said angrily, drew Pande's great sword and cut off an innocent branch, and kicked the trunk of the tree in disgust, as if he had avenged the tragic death of these civilians.

But along the way.

The ryan region was almost completely cleared of all kinds of horrific scenes, and the anger at first gradually turned into indifference, and slowly lurked in the hearts of these people, like a volcano about to erupt at any moment—the oppressive atmosphere almost made the air become heavy.

"It seems that the military heart is available!"

A secret smile tugged at the corners of Carolus' lips, and General William pursed his lips, his eyes sharp and deep in thought.

Until nightfall.

The team had to stop and recuperate.

"Lord Earl," said General William, sitting on the edge of the campfire, looking at Carolus, who was carefully roasting the snow rabbit, "I am sorry for the rudeness I had, and I beg your pardon for my offense." ”

"Oh?"

Carolus touched the hapless prey with his lips, and after biting down on the golden brown piece of meat, he tore off one of his front legs and handed it to General William as a token of kindness.

"You are the commander of this legion, Your Excellency. He chewed and said, "If I do, I think I offended you, didn't I?" Carolus raised his hand to stop General William's next words, "Let's stop these meaningless arguments, to be honest, I don't really like you as a person, but I suppose we have a common goal now?"

"Misty Mountain People!"

General William nodded approvingly, took the front leg but did not eat it, obviously still a little worried about the viability of the plan, "Although I have to admit that the crimes committed by these guys are heinous, but..."

"But what if we succeed!" Carolus gnawed the rest of the rabbit meat down to the skeleton, "Have you ever thought that if we succeed, we will be rewarded with a feat that will be recorded in the annals of history and handed down to future generations!"

"This..."

General William seemed stunned, and couldn't help but fantasize about this possibility in his mind.

Territory, glory, legacy...

"New nobles?"

Carolus sneered disdainfully, "Think about it, William, you have what you want." He got up and walked towards his tent, "All it takes is a little courage that you highlanders are proud of..."

This sentence made General William wake up in shock.

"Let's get rid of those damned brutes!" he cried out at the count's distant back, as if he had won the victory, "let them see the courage of our highlanders!"

"Fuck those damn brutes!"

The soldiers thought that their commander was inspiring, and they shouted loudly, almost boiling the makeshift camp for a while...