The young man covered his swollen face and said indignantly, "Don't forget that I am your last son and your only heir," and his words made Eddes freeze in place.

The young man's name was Willy, the fourth and youngest son of Lord Eddes, Lord of Red Limburg. Due to the fact that the Red Limburg is located in the north and is infested by the raiders of the extremely cold land all year round, as the owners of the Red Limburg, the people of the Sides family have the blood of warriors in their veins. All three of Willy's brothers were killed in a battle against marauders.

Since Willy was too young to go to war, Master Edus left the last bit of blood, but he was disappointed with Willy's obsession with women and his cowardly personality compared to his other three sons.

Seeing that the farce between father and son was not easy to interject, the three of Dimon bowed deeply to Sydes and said, "My lord, thank you for your warm invitation, we will definitely go to the competition, and now we should go to the tavern room to take a shower and have a few drinks with the girls." With that, he pulled the smiling old knight and Tali to the door.

Cydes looked at the back of the high-spirited young man at the door, then at his son, who was about to die on the woman's belly, shook his head, and sighed heavily.

Walking out of the main hall, Daemon hurriedly pulled the old knight and asked, "What's the matter with the family crest under your robe, are you really a member of the Royce family?

Before Dimon could finish speaking, the old knight interrupted him. "Boy, tomorrow I'll take you to the market to pick up a well-fitting plate armor, and a helmet, shield, and burqa... I'll pick you another little mare... There are too many things for me to remember, so let's go back to the camp and share the spoils and then go to the tavern for a night's revelry. ”

Seeing that the old knight did not want to answer, fearing that his further questions would bring up memories that he did not want to mention, Damon had no choice but to give up and keep the question in his heart. "Sooner or later, you'll tell me yourself," Daemon muttered quietly.

The men returned to the camp and placed two boxes full of kronas in front of the hungry mercenaries, all of whom threw themselves on the boxes like hungry wolves, and Tali stood beside Daemon and shouted back, and everyone stood in fright and did not dare to make any more moves.

Each of the twenty or so mercenaries still alive in the Golden Regiment was given 300 crowns, and the rest of the money was set aside for the purchase of supplies, various supplies, and the hiring of new recruits.

Early the next morning, the old knight took Damon, who had not yet woken up, and set off for the market outside Castelo Rublin.

Like a newborn baby, Damon was curious about the place. When the two of them came to a blacksmith shop, the shopkeeper saw the old knight's clothes and hurriedly rushed forward to show a flattering face, and said, "This knight lord, are you participating in a jousting competition, it just so happens that there are some new armors in our shop," and then led the two to the front of three brand-new plate armor hanging on one side.

"I can't afford it, are there any old goods" The old knight said, the smile on the boss's face suddenly faded, and the flattering tone became cold.

The shopkeeper pulled out a rusty plate of armor with black paint from a dusty box. "Forty crowns, if you can't afford it, go out quickly, Lord Saidus will hold a tournament, knights from all over the world will gather in Red Limburg, if you don't buy it, naturally someone will buy it."

To Damon's surprise, the old knight looked at the plate armor with satisfaction. "Fifty crowns, you can only reforge it today, to fit this kid's figure, recolor it, and draw a family crest."

"But this... At least five more crowns if you ask for it," the shopkeeper held out five fat fingers, and his tone changed back to flattery.

"Boy, you are a knight now, although you are only a proletarian knight, but every knight should have his own family crest," said the old knight, looking at Damon.

Dimon thought for a while, then made his own decision, stepped forward and whispered a few words in the boss's ear.

"Boy, what do you want to draw?" the old knight looked at Daemon whispering to the boss, and his heart was inevitably curious.

"Secret," Daemon turned his head and smiled mysteriously at the old knight.

After explaining to the blacksmith and paying the deposit (the old knight had taken twenty-five crowns from Daemon), they went out of the shop, intending to go to the bazaar, where the cattle were sold.

As soon as they left the gate, the old knight and Daemon saw the commotion of the crowd not far away, and their strong curiosity attracted them to the crowd.