The bullshit that Barony Keane tossed out because of the harvest came to an end. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

About a month later, another messenger from the Thunder Grand Duke came to Kean City from the capital, and the strength of this high-ranking knight was naturally not something that Crick's subordinates could beat, not to mention that he also brought a high-level mage. However, no matter how strong they were, Crick said "In return for accepting asylum, I disposed of the food to the Void Masquerade Church".

The messengers were not convinced at first by this reply, but they searched and searched, but they did not find the large quantity of grain that should have been piled up in the legend. And the results of the use of the Lie Detection Spell also proved that the food was indeed no longer in Keane's territory.

So they had no choice but to give up and walk away.

As for options such as "snatching food from the Void Mask Church", it is basically unlikely that people who can do this kind of thing will live to become high-level powerhouses. It's like someone on the planet questioning "why don't middle-class people in America get killed because they fight with the police"? The reason is simple: people with this kind of intelligence are either at the bottom or the rich second generation, and it is unlikely that they will mix with the middle class in short......

Before leaving, the knight from the capital admonished Crick very solemnly, mainly talking about the knightly virtues of loyalty, patriotism, devotion to duty, diligence, and selfless dedication. Crick seemed to listen attentively to what he had to say, nodding and nodding again, but still refusing to promise anything.

Seeing that he was so not on the road, the knight, who was not low in status, was a little annoyed, and shouted: "Baron Keane, you are also a knight under the Grand Duke, don't forget the rules of knights!"

"Knight?" Crick asked with a smile, "I don't remember seeing your Excellency when I fought with the Pioneer Knight (the god of knights) on the battlefield of the day the sun goes out. I don't know where you fought, what did you gain?"

The knight's face darkened and he could not utter a word.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the sick former baron in front of him was a fierce man who survived the bloody battle in which even the legendary powerhouse could only be a small soldier, and he was still a good man who once fought with the god of knights. In terms of "knightly virtues" and "knightly norms", it can be called an industry pacesetter.

Saying this to the other party yourself is simply humiliating!

He furrowed his eyebrows for a long time before he said, "Even if you don't think about things from the knight's point of view, you should think about things from the lord's point of view." ”

This was an implicit threat, but it still didn't move Creek.

"What do you think of my territory?" Crick asked with a smile.

The knight was silent for a while, then said, "Very well. Although the place is not large, it is very well run, the people live in peace, and the army is very well trained. Looking at the appearance of the territory, it is really hard to imagine that just over two years ago, this place sent troops to participate in that great battle...... In the past two years, I have seen several territories that sent troops to participate in the original battle, but they have not been able to recover from the heavy losses. Some of them focused on the people's livelihood, and the army was full of rookies and ruffians, and some were focused on the military, and they collected too many taxes to make life miserable. But neither of these issues came up in Keane, and that big battle didn't seem to have any effect on this place at all, which is incredible!"

"Actually, we also lost a lot in the first place. Crick sighed, "Even I, the lord, was seriously wounded, and my dear friend Spencer was killed in battle. ”

The knight nodded solemnly.

"However, I still led my subordinates and people to quickly get out of the trough and develop again. Crick smiled and said, "I think I'm a good lord." Right?"

The knight nodded.

"So, do you think I don't look like a person who doesn't know the importance of looking for his own death?"

The knight was silent for a moment and smiled.

"You're right, I'm worrying too much. ”

Crick sighed, and said, "But there is one thing that I wonder about, His Majesty the Grand Duke...... What the hell are you thinking?"

The knight was stunned for a moment, and Creek said: "I ask myself that I am loyal to Your Majesty, he wants to support the Eagle Kingdom, and I brought all the family resources of the territory to fight, and even I almost died there." As a result, I came back with an injury, and my subordinates were almost dead, and not only did he not say any condolences, but he also did not have any sympathy, but he even turned his head and asked me to support others?!"

He sighed deeply and looked resentful: "Your Excellency, do you think this is a bit inappropriate? Could it be that there are some bad people around Your Majesty who are encouraging him to make mistakes?"

The knight was silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

He patted Creek on the shoulder, said nothing, shook his head, rolled over his horse, and walked away with the mage who had already mounted his horse and waited.

Unlike the taciturn mage with a cold face, this high-ranking knight's figure looked a little gloomy when he left.

Crick frowned as he watched them go away, and a bad guess flooded his mind.

Seemingly...... The top brass of the Principality of Thunder, especially the side of the Grand Duke of Thunder, seems to be really a problem!

But these were so far from a mere baron that he just wrote it down so that Ravel had time to inquire a little, and forget it.

Most of the things involving a duchie and a duke are earth-shattering. Crick didn't expect to be able to profit from such a big event, he just had to find out before the danger came and get out of it in time.

The requirements couldn't be lower, and they should still be able to do it.

This is the end of the matter, and no one has come to the capital again. As for what His Majesty the Grand Duke thinks of this, and whether there will be people who speak ill of him behind his back, Crick doesn't care.

It was not far from winter, and he had to hurry up and tidy up the farmland, and plant some fruit trees and medicinal herbs that he had time to plant at this last time, and start the things he had been preparing for a long time by the way.

Militia training.

The Barony of Keane currently has food and money, and there is a lot of money. The grain was sold for a good price, so much so that when the priest of Milomont brought him the money, Crick thought that the priest had miscalculated.

With this money, Crick had confidence in his heart, and with the territory already having enough grain to stock, he decided to take advantage of the relatively idle winter to gather the young and strong people of the people for some basic military training.

Of course, the training should not be too long and the intensity should not be too high. First, ordinary civilians do not need to be of too high a level to be able to make do with the regular army, and second, there is still work to be done in winter, and it cannot be delayed too much.

The content of the training is divided into several parts, the first is the queue training, and the content of the training is roughly the standing line, queuing, password, and simple military regulations.

Asking a group of peasants to be able to order and prohibit it is a brain in water, but it should still be possible to just learn some basic military knowledge and cultivate some basic military literacy.

Even if you can't do it this year, you can train again next winter, and you're not in a hurry anyway.

The second part of the training is the use of spears.

The spear is the simplest and most practical of all cold weapons, not to mention the various variations of other weapons, but if you want to train recruits without any foundation, the spear is the easiest to train.

Unlike the regular army, which has mastered all kinds of advanced skills and generally has three or four levels of soldier, the militia only needs to learn two spears.

The first trick is to save thorns.

The second move, splitting and pressing.

The former move is for killing, and the latter is for fighting, which is enough in a civilian-level battle.

Of course, to be specific, the stabbing is also divided into the upper, middle and lower thorns, as well as several people joining forces to besiege it; But after all, it's just two tricks, and there's enough time for them to practice.

This winter, the militia conducted military training three times, once a month, for five days each time. After three military trainings, although the farmers' combat effectiveness has not improved much, at least they have a slight appearance when they stand in line, and when everyone holds wooden guns together to practice assassination and slashing, the power of shouting in unison can also scare and scare people.

Although it is actually just a show, it can be done in just one winter, and Crick is satisfied.

There is time, and the rest will continue to practice next year. (To be continued.) )