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The gate was not closed, and the captain of the heavy infantry pushed open the hidden door and walked in with a group of men.

Marven was distracted by the sudden inspection, and he wiped his mouth with a tissue and looked coldly at the group of intruders.

The captain of the heavy infantry was a big man of about 1.9 meters, with starry eyebrows and sword eyes, dressed in fish scale armor, standing in front of the counter in a straight military posture, followed closely by a middle-aged man dressed as a magician, looking at the thick "Bright Bible" he was still holding in his hand, it was estimated that a certain church was a priest, and two columns of heavy infantry walked in small and neat steps, rushing in from both sides of the captain.

Seeing the Mithril armor on the heavy infantry of the St. John Empire and the spears and tower shields made of steel in his hands, Marven couldn't help but secretly smack his tongue, this St. John is extraordinary as a big empire, any heavy infantry, its equipment and training are far beyond the so-called elites of the Principality of Morowing, and even compared with the blood soldiers, they are not inferior.

The captain of the heavy infantry walked up to Weitmann, his fingers lightly tapped on the counter, and his expression was grim, "Mr. Weitman, the battle ahead is tight, in order to prevent the infidels from infiltrating and destroying, we need to do a routine, and please cooperate." With that, he raised his hand slightly, made a gesture, and two columns of heavy infantry quickly stepped upstairs, inspecting the room inside and out.

"Captain Ashur, this is the roster of conscription. While the hoplites were inspecting the guest room, an adjutant handed their captain a golden booklet.

"Kane-Wittman......" The captain of the heavy infantry known as Ashur frowned, and slapped his palm against the counter.

"Uh...... What's the matter, sir?" Wittman approached him and asked respectfully.

"Sir, your son, Michelle Wittmann, is the man whom our Commander has named. Ashur grimaced as he pointed to a list on the roster, "You said he would report to the barracks, but it's been the third month, why is his name still on it? Don't tell me he's seriously ill!" Ashur slammed the roster onto the table.

"I warn you! It's best not to play any tricks, now that the whole empire is under strict martial control, if you find your son trying to escape, he will be punished as a deserter, and he will be wanted throughout the country!" Assyr roared at his boss.

Old Weitman closed his eyes slightly, sighed, and said slowly: "Sir, you know, I am such a son, for the sake of me serving in the Imperial Army for twenty years, please help persuade the Commander, to exempt my son from military service......"

Seeing that the captain of the heavy infantry was completely unmoved, old Weittman gritted his teeth and said, "If I can, I am willing to donate all my family property in exchange for my son's ......."

The pastor next to the "old gentleman......" waved his hand and smiled gently: "This is not a question of money, it is a matter of principle, and it is a matter of faith!"

"All that we have, including our lives and souls, is a gift from the Father, and in order to spread the doctrine of the Lord, we should all devote ourselves to the holy war, cleansing the infidels and bathing the whole world in the blessings of the Lord......" the priest chattered, "How can your son, as a knight who was baptized and canonized in the church in the presence of the Father, escape in the face of a great war?"

"Your Excellency!" interrupted old Wittman, "my son is too stubborn to be responsible for spreading the teachings of God the Father, and I ask that his knighthood be stripped of him, and that he be an honest man......"

"Mr. Wittman, this matter is not negotiable!" Ashur said categorically: "Everyone knows that your son is the best warrior in the entire Utan Town, and even he is not going to join the holy war, do you want us to pull the guy in the kitchen to join the army?"

"Your son is very talented, but he has the potential to become a paladin!" After the adjutant was busy with the work at hand, he also said step by step: "Ha! Old man Weitman, the commander is very optimistic about the potential of your son, don't you want to have a paladin in your own family? This is a great honor!"

"That's going to have to be fateful. Old Weitman smiled helplessly: "Your Excellency, you know, I am such a son......"

"Sir, there is another very serious problem, which has to do with faith in God the Father!" the priest interjected with his hands crossed and rather uneasily, "I think you have heard that not long before the outbreak of the war, the noble prince Michelle and a Moses witch had a heated fight, and our Bishop's religious law enforcement team knows this very well......"

"Everyone knows that Michelle is a very talented warrior, if he is bewitched by that Moses witch and joins the opposing camp, the holy warriors on the front line will be hit, and we will have to fight against him, so ......"

"My son will not join any army, Your Excellency!" interrupted old Weitman, his expression agitated, "I know my son, he has never been a brave man, he will not be a threat to us, please don't embarrass him again......"

"Old man, you can't talk like that!" Asyr waved his hand and said impatiently: "Those heretics who believe in false gods in Moses are insidious, vicious, and treacherous, how can you guarantee that your son will not be bewitched by those infidels?!"

"Michelle Wittman is such a good warrior, if he can join the Imperial Army, he will not only increase our combat effectiveness, but also play a good role model for the youth of the town, this is a holy war related to faith, for the sake of the God of Light, I hope you can think about it again......" The priest also tirelessly persuaded on the side.

"We are all believers in God the Father, Mr. Wittman. The priest took out the cross and gently patted old Weitman on the shoulder, "It is our natural duty to fight for God the Father, to spread the doctrine of the Lord, to discipline and cleanse the infidels...... But you are so uncooperative with our work, do you want to turn your back on your faith in God the Father?"

"Priest, sir!" said old Weitman, pointing to his chest, "I have been a soldier for twenty years, and I am a good swordsman, I can replace my son in battle!"

Seeing that the priest and the officers still looked displeased, old Weittman pointed to his house and said in a loud voice: "Sir, I said that as long as you let my son go, I can donate all my family property, including this storefront and house!"

"Our Lord Commander wants a good knight with potential, not an ordinary swordsman, Mr. Wittman!" said Assyria grimly.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little tense, the adjutant hurriedly came out to play a round, "Old Mr. Weitman, I know that you only have this one son, and you are really reluctant, but I can tell you that this war will not last long, and now the vanguard of the coalition army has penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Marne Federation, as long as we work harder, the holy city of Pamilan will be recovered soon." ”

"Let your son join the Holy War! rest assured that God will bless him in Heaven and he will not be in any danger!"

Old Wittman still had a reluctant look on his face, but he could only sigh helplessly.

"Your Excellency, I take the liberty of asking, are you going to the Marne Federation to fight?"

"Of course, sir!" Ashur raised his head slightly, and said proudly, "Father will bless us to win the war!"

"Your faith is truly religious, may the Lord bless you. Marven drew a cross on his chest and looked at him with a smile on his face.

Ashur's face softened a little when he saw Marven's proper manners, but after carefully examining the young man in front of him, he frowned, "This gentleman, forgive me for taking the liberty of not seeing, I don't seem to have seen you, you don't seem to be from this town?"

Marven smiled, "I was originally a magician in the Duchy of Morowing, and now I work for Lord Greco, please don't doubt my loyalty to the Empire." ”

Ashur looked at him dressed as a magician and spoke with a distinct Morowin accent, thinking of the recent defection of Morowing's Heavy Knights and Mages to the St. John's Empire, and immediately believed what Marven said.

"In that case, what are you doing in our town instead of staying with Master Greco, the situation here is much more tense than in Morowing!" asked Ashur, puzzled.

Marven pointed to the old Weitman who was frowning sadly on the counter, and said unhurriedly: "This innkeeper is none other than a distant cousin of mine, and it is rare to have a few months of free time to come over to visit relatives. ”

"Is that so, old man Wittman?" said Ashur, turning to the innkeeper beside him.

Old Weitman stood stunned for a moment, and when he saw Marven secretly giving him a look, he immediately understood, and hurriedly squeezed his eyebrows and smiled: "Yes, sir, this is my cousin, Marven, I haven't seen him for several years." ”

"Your Excellency Assyr, I can understand your desire to win by spreading the teachings of the Father, but my cousin is really not fit for war, and although he has learned martial arts well, he has no actual combat experience from beginning to end. Marven's fingers tapped lightly on the tabletop, scanning everyone with a smile on his face.

"It's nothing, as long as you kill a few more people, the actual combat experience will naturally be slowly practiced, you know, Michelle is a very talented martial artist. Ashur looked directly at Marven coldly and said word by word: "So, no matter what, I must see someone else today and take him away!"

"No, Mr. Ashur. Marven waved his hand and said with a smile: "Have you ever considered letting a magician with actual combat experience replace a rookie knight who has never been on the battlefield at all?" He took out a cross from his bosom and folded his hands, "I am willing to follow the teachings of God the Father, conquer the infidels, and let the glory of the Lord spread to every corner of the world......"

"Dear Lord Marven...... Seeing Marven praying with a devout face, the pastor stepped forward, clasped his hand, and burst into tears: "May God the Father bless you, and your piety and courage will be blessed by the Lord!"

Seeing that Ashur seemed to be a little hesitant, Marven stretched out his right hand and pointed at the group of mercenaries beside him, "See, Your Excellency, these are my friends, and they have some combat ......" Then he got up and patted Ashur's shoulder, "Buy one get six free, this deal is very cost-effective, I believe your commander will also agree." ”