Along with the knights' war horses, they are also enjoying the baptism of "medicinal baths" every day, according to Claude, the knight's mount should be the only one, from becoming a knight to dying on the battlefield, the war horse is always a knight's most loyal companion, so it must be promoted at the same time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It can be seen that in the hands of this champion knight who has come out of the history of the Second Age, there must be a complete set of knightly promotion methods, which is the secret that Adolf is looking forward to, but Elevenn has already said that in this matter, he has no way to help Adolf, he can only rely on his own means and efforts.

After that competition, the old knight Kenan was already a god to Claude, and he now served as the instructor of the first batch of trained knights, increasing all the courses ordered by Claude by one-third every day, so that these elite knights were a little unbearable, but no one would choose to quit, and in just a few days, several knights had already felt the loosening of the bottleneck.

This kind of immediate effect is simply unimaginable for the knights in the past.

"You're pretty idle. ”

Elevan carried two bottles of wine with the shattering of the starlight, and appeared in Claude's reception room, he, the prime minister, is now in good taste, and the specific affairs are handed over to his students, and even removed many experienced managers from the Bordeaux Chamber of Commerce and Helfenas as senior government officials, but the state system of Anum Mancher itself is relatively loose, and the entire country is not large, otherwise it would have been a big problem to be messed around like this.

And Adolf, to be honest, doesn't care much about the political affairs of the country, in the eyes of these knights, the existence of the state is only to support the Turanian Knights, and to find a place for the remnants of the people, even the old earl, has not invested too much effort in this area, of course, now this is convenient for Elevan can be called a drastic reform.

Civilians who have been able to live peacefully for decades under the rule of Anumanche, an out-and-out military junta, naturally do not have any objections to Elivan's act of allocating land to them, although no one has ever cared about the issue of reclaiming wasteland before, but now, with the approval of the national government and help from the state, the enthusiasm of the civilians for pioneering land has unexpectedly risen for a while.

Of course, this issue is not appropriate to be discussed here.

After three rounds of drinking, Elivan narrowed his eyes,

"You say, the royal family of Lodal has sent an envoy, in the name of the regent?"

"yes!"

Adolf threw two round Xiaoice cubes into the precious moonshine wine, sipping one by one,

"Even if it's a pig, in this case, you can naturally understand what Lodal means... But the question is, why should I listen to them? Like you said, Anumanche's blood is too precious to be spilled anywhere else. ”

"I suspect this envoy is a fake!"

Elivan threw out an astonishing remark that made Adolf sit up straight from his seat in a flash,

"How?"

"The timing is not right! Haven is still unconscious, and the regent has no time to manage the affairs of the country and the war in Pakan, so there is still time to send an envoy to greet you? ”

So when Lewin, dressed in a fancy dress, walked into the reception room, he saw Adolf in pajamas and a bath towel, and Elivan in a white star robe.

Lewin had seen Adolf's image through magic projection beforehand, and he naturally knew that Adolf was now the actual controller of Anumich, so the person who could sit and drink with such a figure could not be Mr. Prime Minister, who had a high reputation in Anuminche in recent times?

Lewin's eyes flashed, and then he politely made an absolutely standard aristocratic salute. He put one hand on his chest and bent over at 70 degrees,

"It is a pleasure to meet you, the ruler of Anumancher, the second leader of the Knights of Turan, the successor of the old count, His Excellency General Adolf Noldave. ”

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, messenger of Lodal. ”

Compared with Lewin's respect, Adolf's answer is a little meaningful, as an old aristocratic family, Adolf must not know the etiquette of the nobles, first he didn't care about meeting guests in pajamas, and secondly, he didn't even bother to do the action of returning the salute, that is, he didn't take Lewin's "envoy" status to heart at all.

"It looks like Anumiche's bounce is stronger than Arthur thought!"

The thought crossed Lewin's mind, and of course, he couldn't be stupid enough to say it, but just as he coughed lightly and was about to speak, Elivan suddenly reached out and interrupted him.

"You're not an envoy!"

"The calluses on your hands were sharpened by years of use of the knight's sword, right?"

"And your legs, until you entered the door, have been close together in a military form, but there is a gap in your calf that cannot be concealed, which is caused by years of riding. ”

"Your left shoulder is a finger's width lower than your right shoulder, presumably because of your spear training since childhood!"

"Although you have changed your sword, the position of the suspension is slightly different from that of ordinary nobles, and the reason why you have to hang it like this is because it can draw the sword more quickly and join the battle, huh?"

"And your pace, you took seven steps, and the distance of each step was almost the same, don't tell me that the quality of the royal family of Lodal is already so high that any envoy has the body control of a great knight. ”

"You have visible signs of wear on the tops of your ears because of the restraint of the helmet. ”

"And your hair... Forget it, I won't go any further. ”

Elivan picked up the wine glass, crossed his legs, and set it on the table in front of him, he stretched out a hand casually, purple lightning burst out from his fingers, and with the blessing of the "Heavenly Spear" talent, the lightning wrapped around Lewin, who had already appeared in cold sweat on his forehead, several times, like a lightning cage, binding him in place.

With an inexplicable smile on his face, Adolf stretched out his hand and flicked it in the air, like a behind-the-scenes boss who had mastered the overall situation, and said to Lewin in the tone of a superior person.

"This is arcane-level magic, if you don't want to die, you can try its strength, but I don't think you risked your death to show how to kill yourself in front of us, so let's be honest and explain your intentions and your details. (To be continued.) )