"You're not a knight yet?" Marquis Will laughed after a moment's pause, and then looked at the crowd of onlookers very seriously. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Everyone felt that there was a kind of intimidation in his gaze, the momentum of a person in a high position, and the majesty of an iron-blooded soldier.

When his gaze swept over everyone's faces, he fell back on Orta, and at the same time said loudly: "You see, although this young warrior is not yet a knight, he is ready for everything, and even is already demanding himself according to the rules of knighthood, do you say, should he be a knight to be admired?"

"Yes, such a valiant lad should be a knight. Someone in the crowd said.

Immediately afterwards, more people said:

"Yes, the brave and humble Ota should become a knight, I agree. ”

"In the hearts of the villagers of our Siro Village, Ota is already a knight, but the ceremony has not yet been held, so it is better to have Marquis Will hold the ceremony for him now. A villager shouted from the side.

"Yes, let's ask the Marquis of Will to hold a ceremony for him, we all have to be witnesses once, and witness the birth of a knight before we go on the expedition, what an honor!"

"Yes, it is a wonderful thing to give birth to a new knight before the expedition, and it is also our traditional ......" Gradually, the voices of the people became louder and shouted with passion.

Will's face also flashed with excitement, and he shouted loudly: "Thank you friends from afar, it is my honor to be able to personally promote a young warrior to knighthood, then let's go to the tavern, it's rare to be so happy, today I invite everyone to have a drink......"

"yes, that's great. ”

"Marquis Will is so refreshing. ”

“......”

While the people were cheering, Ota was stunned, he had fantasized about becoming a knight countless times, and even once dreamed that he was on the battlefield, surrounded by countless orc corpses, and he knelt on one knee in a pool of bright red blood amid the onlookers and blessings of his comrades, and in front of him was a nobleman in metal armor, holding a blood-stained greatsword, and successively falling on his left and right shoulders and on the top of his head, chanting the knightly code in his mouth, and himself, along with his voice, also recited ......

Orta had been looking forward to this day coming sooner, but what he didn't expect was that today, in the evening when the sun was sinking and sprinkled with afterglow, after a challenge, a noble knight from the city-state, a nobleman with the title of marquis, actually took the initiative to preside over the ceremony of promoting knighthood for him, which... Ota was about to faint with happiness at this time.

At this time, Otta's arm tightened, and then he saw Sister Ellie dragging him, urging him to the tavern with an excited face.

In the passionate music, people stood quietly in a circle, their right hand clenched into a fist on their left chest, and looked at Ota with a solemn expression, and Ota knelt on one knee at this time, bowed his head slightly and looked downward, in front of him, Marquis Will held the big sword in his hand flat, while chanting the knightly rules loudly, while gently hanging down on Otta's left shoulder, the top of his head and his right shoulder, three times in each place.

Following the voice of the Marquis of Will, Orta chanted loudly: "We are humble, we are glorious, we are not afraid of sacrifice, we kill the enemy bravely, we have mercy on the weak, we spread the faith, we are honest and sincere, uphold justice, we are the great knights of the Glorious Continent who are respected by everyone!"

As he finished his last sentence, the tavern burst into a burst of loud cheers: "Otta, Otta, Ota ......"

The notes rose to the sound of the bard's singing, and the cheerers began to drink their large glasses of ale, and when Aina, Mondello, Leo and others came up to congratulate them, the girls danced enthusiastically, and the men clapped their palms to join in.

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"Pedal Pedal ...... Hey"

Happiness came so quickly that Ota still felt like she was in a dream, and the feeling of being in a trance was a little unreal.

In the tavern, Orta saw the bearded man, who had a cloth on his shoulders and his entire arm hanging from it with a splint wrapped around it. However, his face was flushed at this time, and he was holding the ale in his other hand and frequently touching the glass with the people around him.

Ota walked over and asked apologetically, "How is your arm, does it still hurt?"

The bearded man shook his head in a daze: "Oh, it's Orta Knight, my arm doesn't hurt anymore, it's just that I can't use it, but the herbal juice your mother gave me is amazing, and I think it won't take long to heal." ”

"That's great, if my relationship affects the hunting of your Raging Eagle Demon Sculptor, it will make me feel uneasy. Ota said.

"It's okay......" The bearded man said after a few polite words, "Ota Knight, I have to admit that your attack speed is indeed very fast, but in retrospect, I find that your swordsmanship is actually quite rough. I don't know who your instructor is, but your swordsmanship is definitely from the military, with only minor changes. If it weren't for the fact that you used a two-handed sword, and you took advantage of your speed to the extreme, I wouldn't have lost to you......"

The bearded man drank his ale and said to himself, while Orta fell into deep thought.

After this challenge, Ota also found a lot of problems, first of all, he felt that the power of the left-handed sword was significantly weaker than that of the right-handed, and there was also a difference in speed, and he still couldn't get rid of the habitual thinking of using the left-handed sword to defend.

Secondly, he also felt that there were many incoherent parts of his sword technique, which were forcibly displayed by brute force, just like the bearded man said, if it weren't for the speed of his attack, he might not be able to win.

Just as he was thinking, Ota heard the bearded man say, "Thank you, Mr. Will, for your generosity. With that, the bearded man stood up with the ale and walked away.

"Mr. Will," Ota watched as he was about to stand up when he was held down on the shoulder for Will, and then Will sat down and looked at Ota as well.

Ota looked at his young and handsome face, and couldn't help but think: "He looks like he is only twenty-four or five, he has become the commander of the army at such a young age, and he can still make those brave and arrogant soldiers respect him, and he is really very capable." ”

Orta remembered the scene when Uncle Leo challenged him before, his swordsmanship was very sharp and faster, and if it were him, he might have lost in a few minutes.

"Otta, I heard what he said just now, I wonder what you think of your swordsmanship?" asked Marquis Will with a gentle smile.

"Thoughts?" Ota was stunned for a moment, and then said tentatively: "My feeling is that the force is a little stiff, and the swordsmanship is not very coherent, in short, there is a bit of an awkward feeling. ”

Will smiled lightly, then nodded, "Yes, it seems that you are still a very smart person and good at summarizing, otherwise you would not have found these problems." ”

"Let's put it this way," Will suddenly looked serious, and continued, "There is no doubt that your swordsmanship came from the army, and there are a few improvements in it, but it does not lead to the best results, because the swordsmanship you learned has been obsolete. ”

"Eliminated?" Ota looked at him in shock.

"Yes, I've seen your training, and I've seen the swordsmanship that Mondello taught you, which was actually learned by ordinary soldiers more than ten years ago, and now it has been improved many times......"

It turned out to be so.

After talking with Marquis Will for a long time, Ota finally understood in his heart that the swordsmanship he had learned was learned by ordinary soldiers in the army more than ten years ago, and after years of improvement and strengthening, it was now outdated.

Come to think of it, Mondello has been a member of the demon team for more than ten years, although he has also summarized and improved, but how can the wisdom of thousands of people in the army be comparable to Mondelo alone?

And Will also said that ten years ago, a noble academy was established in each city-state, and those who taught in the academy, in addition to pharaohs and sacrifices, were hired from the army to be the god of war, and the improvement of swordsmanship was studied by the gods of war from these armies, and then practiced by the soldiers in the army.

Under Ota's inquiry, Will also explained the meaning of the god of war, the god of war, only a title only in the army, is the honorific title of the person who has the most powerful combat power and kills the enemy.

After all, the army also pays attention to formation coordination, and basically does not act alone to kill orcs, so the title of the god of war is extremely rare, and even Will now only has the title of 'King of a Thousand People'. Of course, he actually killed far more orcs.

"The stiffness of the force is actually because your strength grows too fast, so that the muscles are not able to form memories, and the strength is uneven. Will gave Ota another point.

"Thank you, Mr. Will, for your teachings have opened my mouth. Ota thanked him from the bottom of his heart.

"You're welcome Ota, I appreciate you from the bottom of my heart, so I hope you will seriously consider my proposal. Also, if you can make a name for yourself in the army, I would consider making you my knight and even have the opportunity to study at the Noble Academy. ”

Orta looked at Will who stood up, and hurriedly said, "I'll give you an answer as soon as possible, Mr. Will." ”

Will smiled, "This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I hope you don't miss it, goodbye, Ota Knight." With that, Will smiled and walked out of the tavern door.