The knight in thick armor couldn't climb onto the roof, and Kuden, who reacted, stood between Martin and the goblin with a shield in one hand, and shouted, "Archer—"

The few archers who had gathered to listen to the new lord's speech had just woken up from a dream, and they were very clumsy enough to find a way to remove the longbow that was slung across their bodies.

There are archers who find their quivers crooked and their arrows fall out, there are archers who try to raise their longbows and pull on something, or they hit their own people next to them.

These peasant archers, who didn't even know if they had shot a hundred times, showed their low tactical literacy at this moment.

Martin's eggs hurt when he saw it.

Is this a show of rookies pecking at each other?

Just as Martin was desperate for these dishes, a black light suddenly cut Martin's vision from right to left.

No one could see what it was at first glance, except for the wind from the black mangs that blew away the fallen leaves near the roof.

If it's just an inconsequential projectile, then what is this powerful air flow that comes with it that seems to destroy everything?

Martin looked at the black man, and the first thing he saw was the blowing tiles, and the second time he saw that two goblins were pierced together like skewers.

It wasn't until this moment that everyone who came to their senses saw that the two goblins who had secretly climbed onto the roof in an attempt to sneak up on their young lord had been nailed to the roof with a long spear.

With a tremendous force, the spearhead pierced the chests of the two goblins before plunging deep into the wooden beams of the roof. The two goblins, who had not yet died, were still dancing with their hands, blood spurting from their wounds, and trying in vain to pull the spear out of their bodies.

It's a pity that the wounds caused by the spear are too terrible, and the goblin's body, which is less than half a human tall, is too fragile, and ordinary people may still have the injuries that can be saved, and they are all fatal wounds. After a few tosses, the two daring goblins hung up.

"Well done...... Good ......" Kuden was still happy a second ago, thinking to himself which rider was so powerful, so he finally made amends. Who would have thought that as soon as he turned his head, he saw a scene that made him a little painful.

In the crowd below, a lean young soldier maintained a throwing position. Apparently he was a spearman, or maybe a few seconds ago. But he threw the spear in his hand.

Kouden is absolutely certain that the teenager has not been systematically trained. Because the first thing every knight did when he taught his apprentice sword skills was to teach him to hold the weapon tightly in his hand, not to throw it away.

Well, now the knight didn't react, and the archer didn't catch up, but a spearman dog took a mouse, and it was a special one.

How joyful it is, how joyful it is.

The only thing to be thankful for is that at least the goblins didn't run away. Otherwise, the goblins took the opportunity to enter the camp and killed their own young lord, which would be a shame to throw into the hole.

Kouden shouted angrily, "Soldiers, search in small groups! I want you to tear up every green skin you find!"

It was only then that Martin had time to look at the broken arrow fired by the goblin: the arrow really affected the city's appearance, and the shaft was quite straight, but the arrow was sharpened with a sharp weapon and then soaked in some kind of iron metal solution to increase its lethality. It's just that the shape of the arrow is irregular, which means that the trajectory of the arrow will be very unreliable after leaving the string, and you don't know where to fly if you shoot more than 20 meters.

The goblin was able to shoot at his vital point just now, and I really don't know what kind of jackpot he won.

It's a pity that this guy ran into an open ......

Martin threw the arrow away in a dashing manner, and it was only then that he heard the exclamation of a large crowd of people.

"Originally, Brother Fast said that His Excellency the Young Lord had slaughtered four goblins, but I thought it was false. ”

"Sigmar is on top, and I know why the young lord survived. ”

"That's amazing. ”

"He is worthy of being the son-in-law of the old lord. ”

At this time, Martin realized that he had just accidentally pretended to be a big man in order to save his life: Ami Tofu, I hope I don't pretend to be stupid X in the future.

Of course, pretend to be in full suit.

Martin gently pushed away the midshipmen who had rushed up to protect him with their shields, walked lightly to the table, crouched down, and smiled at the young soldier who had just thrown his gun: "Hello, soldier, you just threw that shot well. ”

was suddenly asked by the big man, and the natural difference in status and hierarchy made the young soldier at a loss. An old soldier behind him pushed him, and he came to his senses, and quickly knelt down and replied: "Eh, hello young lord, I ...... That one...... Not bad. ”

Martin waved his hand: "Don't be nervous, have you ever played javelin before?"

"Uh, well, yes. The boy bowed his head.

"Okay, look up, your name is ......"

"Gal. The boy looked up, and Martin saw only a young face that looked thin due to lack of nutrition.

"Last name?"

"I am an orphan and have no surname. ”

Originally, Martin wanted to give the surname directly, according to the memory of the dead ghost before, this is definitely a great honor for civilians. But after thinking about it, I felt that it was inappropriate, after all, the boy helped him avenge an arrow, not saved his life.

Martin spoke, "Alright, Gal. Would you like to join my guard? I just lost my Guardian Knight and Personal Guard. ”

Gal was stunned for two seconds before he suddenly came to his senses, with a ecstatic expression on his face: "Yes! Of course I do!"

The soldiers next to him congratulated him, if it weren't for the terrible state of the territory, this young man named Gal would have soared into the sky.

With a light breath, Martin finally left the high platform and came to the Lord's Palace, a wooden bunker with a large hole, under the guidance of Kouden.

Sitting down in the place where his cheap father used to sit, and waiting for several knights and trainee knights to introduce themselves one after another, Martin did not wait for the results of the so-called search, and asked directly: "Well, since I have chosen to take over my father's position, you recognize me as your new lord." Now tell me just how bad the state of the territory really is. Let's start with the worst. ”

Kouden and several other knights stared widely, and they were not sure whether it was appropriate to put such a heavy burden on the shoulders of a fourteen-year-old boy at once.

"Come on, I'm a student at the Kurt School of Administration. ”

The royal capital of Bakaria is also known as the city of Cott, and the School of Administration is to cultivate talents to handle government affairs. But for the kingdom where knights are respected, this place is, to put it bluntly, specially for the bitter children raised by the stepmother to smash the qualifications.

If you can't do it, then let's follow the text.

Although Martin himself knew that the former master was a man who did not learn and did not know how to skip school, but Kouden and other knights did not know.