"Pay attention to my movements."

"Hold the sword with the little fingers of both hands, keep the other fingers relaxed, and keep the wrist straight, because if you don't straighten it, your sword will not be able to hit the target accurately, and you can even hurt yourself.

“…… Keep your center of gravity stable, especially when changing moves, don't show flaws.

“…… When you draw your sword, you must remember to use the strength of your body, not just your arms......"

Albus got up to practice his sword before dawn, and when Orwell arrived at the training ground, the boy was already sweating profusely.

After finishing the warm-up, the wandering knight also took a wooden sword from the weapon rack, and practiced with Albus for a while, instructing him in his posture.

After that, Orwell began to exercise on his own, and when he felt tired, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, put away his sword, looked at Albus, and found that the boy was still doing training at a glance.

Orwell yelled at Albus, "Hey, little ghost, you need a break." ”

"I'm not tired yet!" Albus gritted his teeth and said, "Those Wing-Clan people are coming, and I want to become stronger, only in this way can I help Lord Ireya." ”

"Sir Ilea has the help of the prophet Merlin, and now that so many nobles have gathered in the green fields, there is no shortage of you. ”

"Then I will have to prove myself," Albus said, "of course I can't match the Prophet, but I will not lose to anyone but the Prophet!" ”

"Maybe ten years from now." Orwell shrugged, "I know you want to be a knight, but everyone has to go through a long and rigorous training before becoming a knight, especially a civilian like you who has no family background, it is good to be a knight before the age of thirty." ”

"That's too long." Albus frowned.

Orwell said, "It wasn't long before I became a knight in my early thirties, and I didn't have a fief yet. ”

"Is your feudal lord dead?"

"No, as far as I know, the guy is alive and well."

"Then why did you leave him for Greenfield?"

Orwell patted the boy on the shoulder, "When you grow to my age, you'll know that there are people who aren't worth your service for." ”

"But isn't that a violation of the rules of knightly loyalty?" Albus was surprised.

"I guess it's life, you've got to lose something, but you're lucky, Sir Ilea is a good man, the monarch that all knights dream of."

"That's why I'm going to work harder!" Albus clenched his fists.

"It's good to be motivated, but don't work too hard, the human body has limits." Orwell said, "That's the end of your training today, come with me." ”

"Where to go?" Albus gasped.

"The rally is about to begin, don't you want to go and see the excitement?"

Albus's eyes lit up when he heard this, he knew that today was the appointed day, and many noble families had sent people to the green field, ready to discuss with the female lord about rebelling against those Wing Clansmen.

Albus certainly wanted to join the rally and fight for the Arias family and the Church of Peace, but he was too young, though many of the castle's guards recognized the imp that Ilea had picked up in Illea.

But they wouldn't put Albus in at this time.

But if Owerken had taken him with him, of course, it would have been a different matter, and the two men had not been hindered all the way, and soon came to the hall where the nobles had gathered.

Albus saw Ilea sitting at the top of the hall, the female lord was not wearing a gown today, but in armor, and this dress also showed her determination.

In addition to her, there were nearly a hundred nobles in the hall, sitting or standing, gathered together in groups of three or five, many of them were shouting something, and the scene looked a little chaotic.

A bearded man shouted loudest, "We should attack now, while those WingClan people haven't come yet."

"If you want me to say that any family that hasn't sent people here today has either already taken refuge in those Wing Clansmen, or they are planning to take refuge in those Wing Clansmen.

"We must strike first, crush their army, occupy their land, and capture their lords, or when the war begins, those guys will definitely do it to us, and maybe stab us in the back!"

His words were echoed by many people, but others objected, "You mean that we want to declare war on the Figuerola family now?" ”

"What's wrong with that?" The bearded man asked rhetorically.

"Of course, the Figuerora family is the master of the West, we are all vassals of the Figuerola family, and we have made oaths, and we can't just break those sacred oaths."

"How can this be regarded as a breach of oath, it was the Figuerola family who gave up the western realm first, they accepted the conditions of those Wing people, and planned to exchange the western realm for the previous territory in the northern realm, and they abandoned us first." Another retorted.

"Even if you don't consider the issue of breaking your oath, declaring war would mean pushing all the other families over the side of the Wing Clan...... And before those Wing-Clan people came over, we started fighting ourselves, how can this work? ”

The crowd was gossiping and clinging to their own words.

The most noisy of them even blew their beards and glared at each other, looking as if they were ready to make a move.

Their names for each other have also changed, with some accusing those who refused to send troops immediately as spies sent by the Wing Clan, pretending to blend in with the rebels and delay time.

On the other hand, the people on the other side scolded those who shouted that they were going to war now as lackeys of the Wing Clan, because only those Wing Clan people wished that the West Frontier was now in chaos on its own.

There was still a glimmer of hope that the Wing army would not be in the West so soon.

Because in this case, Allister in the North is likely to take this opportunity to reclaim Lionheart in one fell swoop, and they should take the North first before taking the West as their next target.

The big guy still has some time to prepare, win more allies, and some even propose to get in touch with the Monteverde family in the north now.

They could pledge allegiance to Allister in exchange for an alliance with Allister as the younger brother of Gals, the last emperor of the Empire, and it was only fitting that he would lead the resistance.

There are also people who feel that they should talk to the Figuerola family again and persuade Clovis to change his mind so that the Figuerola family can continue to lead everyone.

Albus listened attentively at first, but by the end he had become more and more impatient.

Especially when he heard that someone was still planning to lobby the Figuerola family, he finally couldn't help it anymore and jumped out.

"The Figuerora family connived at those Wing people to attack their heartfelt vassals, do you really want to serve such a monarch?"

"And who do you think we should serve?" Someone rhetorically asked, "Allister is good, but the north is too far away for us. ”

"What's the point of hesitation, have you forgotten who saved the Westland again and again, and who was the first to stand up against those Wing Clan and warn everyone?" Albus said at the top of his voice.

I'm sorry, I feel the call of Saturday today, and there is only one shift, so let me take a breath and adjust my schedule. Good night everyone

(End of chapter)