"My sword is here, and I will remember the virtues of humility, mercy, justice, honor, sacrifice, valor, and honesty, and I will dedicate my soul and my life at Alfred's feet, and my blood will be sprinkled on the battlefield with Alfred's glory, and my sword shall be in my hand, and God will bless it to be sharp forever, and it will never break unless Alfred's enemies die. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Meditating on this oath left by Katieeni when he was named a knight of Alfred, Augustus looked at Katieeni with a solemn expression in front of him: It is undeniable that even in the Holy Empire, which is extremely critical of all aspects of knighthood, Katieeni absolutely meets all the standards of knights, even if he has never been out in Baron Obirah's manor these days, Katieeni is still meticulous about the details that knights should pay attention to, the armor on his body is bright and neat, his right hand holds the silver spear, his left hand is pressed on the big sword at his waist, and his standing posture is also upright and resolute, which really makes Augusto have to show appreciation。

Katieani slowly pressed his right hand to his chest and bowed slightly.

Augustus nodded, then looked at Elizabeth, who was wearing hunting pants and samurai boots, and wielding a delicate narrow sword, and smiled as they walked towards the meadow of the manor.

Every noble heir will receive a variety of education from an early age, in the memory of Augustus's life, he and Elizabeth have had a special etiquette officer to teach them all kinds of cumbersome and rigorous aristocratic etiquette since they were sensible, and in addition to etiquette, before Alfred was attacked, Augustus and Elizabeth also had their own swordsmanship teachers, but on the night of Alfred's attack, the two of their swordsmanship teachers also gave their lives for Alfred. In this case, Katieeni temporarily assumed the responsibility of teaching Elizabeth swordsmanship.

He carefully explained to Elizabeth on the grass how to effectively control the strength of her wrist when swinging her sword.

Elizabeth swung her sword again and again, and did it better and better each time.

Augustus sat in the corridor next to the grass and watched Elizabeth learn the sword, in fact, since the day before yesterday, Elizabeth asked Katieeni to teach her to learn the sword first, but Augustus didn't agree, first, he knew Elizabeth's intention to ask to learn the sword, and then in Augustus's opinion, the aristocratic lady, learning some painting, music or something is really more suitable than learning the sword, but the question is, Elizabeth stubbornly insisted, saying that even when their father was still alive, he agreed with her to learn the sword, and what reason did Augustus have to stop it?

He can only be helpless, in fact, it is true, the children of the nobles in the wasteland, as long as they have the talent in the realm of fighting spirit, then the course they have to accept, in addition to the dignity and etiquette of being regarded by the nobles as a second life, is to spare no effort to pursue strength.

This is also a necessary choice in the wasteland environment, everyone lives to survive, and those nobles in the empire who study music, painting, etc., just to pursue a refined life, are essentially different.

Survival and life are not the same after all.

Augustus looked at Elizabeth's efforts on the grass, and suddenly felt that this picture was somewhat familiar, the only difference was that he should have been sweating on the grass.

He looked up at the somewhat gloomy sky, tightened the velvet blanket on his body, and sat down in the hallway, he reopened the wasteland materials that he had been looking through for the past few days.

In a previous life, there was a movie called 'The Godfather', and one of the lines Augustus liked very much.

"I've worked for my family all my life. ”

......

Baron Obilla quietly walked to Augustus's side, for fear of disturbing Augustus's train of thought, Augustus has been living in his manor these days, although the contact with him is not frequent or in-depth, but this attitude that is neither intimate nor unfamiliar makes Obira walk on thin ice, especially every time he knocks on the door, he can see that Augustus is busy with the thick information in his hand, and Obira feels that his nephew is really a bit unfathomable, it can be said that even if Augustus has not done anything in the past few days, Baron Obira is indeed in the face of the young Alfred at the helm, faintly in awe。

He whispered, "The latest Imperial materials have been sorted out and sent. ”

Augustus raised his eyes, closed the document in his hand, took the two pages of information handed by Obilah, and flipped through them.

Basically, there is no news worthy of Augustus's special attention, it is nothing more than that some empires have just announced a decree that seems to be conducive to the lives of the common people, or a certain nobleman has a new heir, and the heir's background happens to be an illegitimate child, etc., which has nothing to do with Augustus for the time being, and just when Augustus was about to lose interest, a piece of news on page 2 that theoretically had nothing to do with Augustus attracted Augustus's great attention, and he subconsciously put his finger on the news and read it carefully word by word。

"Viscount Thomas of Marceau, Reagan City, gathered all his forces, led about 200 regular knights, and nearly a thousand knight reserves, and brazenly attacked Ferdinand, the lord of Reagan City, and he finally captured Ferdinand and hung his head in the doorway. And the anomaly, to this day, the Duke of Constantine has not taken any position, neither recognizing Viscount Thomas to replace the position of the city lord, nor pronouncing a sentence for Viscount Thomas to rebel. ”

The news made Augustus frown slightly.

If memory serves, the cold girl who followed the Mass should be Constantine's little princess?

He thought about it for a while, and realized that Obila was still around, so he temporarily gave up thinking about the news in depth, and just smiled casually: "It seems that our Imperial Scrooge is indeed old. ”

The Imperial Scrooge refers to the Duke of Constantine, who holds the financial power of the Empire.

Obila echoed and laughed: "The good heirs of the old duke are supposed to be the catalyst for the old duke to grow old quickly, I heard that the Constantine family is basically on the verge of splitting. ”

Split?

Augustus smiled and didn't speak, even if he couldn't have seen the old duke of Constantine, but when he tried to understand Sophia some time ago, he also had a certain degree of understanding of the Constantine family, if he guessed correctly, the old duke, who was as bright as the imperial sun when he was young, really wouldn't watch his Constantine split and then decline, the reason why he ignored the war between his heirs at this time was probably to watch from the sidelines, and wait until the survival of the fittest to see the result。

"Keep an eye on Constantine, and if possible, gather as much information as you can about the old duke's heirs. ”

Baron Obila bowed down, his expression was unusually complicated, if it was said that letting him continue to collect information about Constantine could be understood as a signal that Augustus was still willing to believe him, then Augustus's words were probably the only words he heard that made him finally feel a lot more at ease.

And didn't seem to notice Obirah's expression, Augustus still looked at the two pages of information in his hand, and sighed with a wry smile: "A viscount of the empire can have a regular knight order of 200 people and a reserve knight of nearly 1,000 people, but what about the wasteland? I'm afraid that only the Marquis of Sauron can barely have such strength, from this point of view, the count in the wasteland is even far inferior to a viscount of the empire, what an ironic joke." ”

Obila didn't have an interface, and I really didn't know why Augustus suddenly had such feelings.

Of course, emotion is emotion, in fact, Augustus can also accept such an ironic fact, no matter how to say that the nobles who were banished from the barren wasteland are all once powerful and prominent families of the empire, generally neither prominent nor powerful families, even if they commit any crime committed by a family in the wasteland, I am afraid that they will be wiped out long ago, how can they still enjoy the luxury of exile, so it is precisely because they were exiled and deprived of their power by the empire to the greatest extent, leaving only a once glorious title, which also indirectly caused an interesting phenomenon: in such a piece of land in the wasteland, there are nearly 10 nobles with the title of count or above, There are countless viscounts, barons, and jazzes who are divided downwards, which is probably an alternative explanation for Augustus's previous life, King Bata.