"Lord Earl, I remember that you seem to have received allegiance from the Knights of St. John, why didn't you see them at the parade?" The blonde-haired Baron Ryan asked puzzled, looking at the troops inspecting the army.

When you asked this question, Karl's face instantly became gloomy, but he immediately covered it up.

"Lord Baron, it is a pity that the Knights of St. John, as a military order, should be more aware of the mercy of the Lord, so I did not let them participate in this parade." Carl forced a smile.

"I see."

Baron Ryan nodded, not seeing anything wrong, except that Sir Frederick squinted and seemed to see something.

Karl tried not to let the other party see the anger in his eyes, where was that he did not let the Knights of St. John participate, it was simply that the Knights of St. John did not listen to his orders, at least did not participate in this kind of operation, and would only help fight when the enemy invaded, which made him very angry.

What could be more dissatisfied with a monarch than having power beyond his control in his own country?

This military parade is not long, after all, he does not have hundreds of thousands of troops, and the total number of troops to review is more than 200 people, but it is enough to deter.

"Lord Earl, I think you must have a great armor master." Frederick sighed.

"Hahaha, Alan has always been my pride."

"I heard that Mr. Allen is your apprentice from Rensberg, right?" Sir Frederick asked suddenly.

Carl was a little surprised, he didn't know much about this matter, but he was only a little surprised, after all, this is not a secret news, if he really wants to investigate, he can still find clues.

But then again, the best business Carl did in his life was probably to get him such a good blacksmith for a small amount of money.

There are two prerequisites for becoming an armor master, the first is that his monarch allows him to build armor, otherwise it is illegal, and the second is that he has excellent craftsmanship and the armor he creates can be recognized.

And there is no doubt that after the military parade just now, the chain mail and plate armor created by Allen have been recognized by the nobles.

However, it is estimated that Alan will not produce armor in the future, at least not in a short time, for this day, Alan can be said to have started work day and night, spending a lot of energy, and the few apprentices he accepted could not meet the complex project at all.

Carl didn't dare to let him work overtime like this anymore, otherwise it would be a big loss if he got sick.

"Maybe I should hire some armor masters......" Carl mused, of course, he knew that this possibility was very low, every armor master who could make chain mail was a treasure, and the nobles of other realms would not let people go.

"Lord Earl, your army is so strong, I'm sure those Wikipedians will flee when they face your army!" A nobleman muttered that today's military parade had indeed shocked him, and at the same time made his confidence unprecedentedly strong.

His performance is also the performance of many nobles around him, Carl glanced at them and nodded with satisfaction, which is also one of Carl's purposes, to boost his own morale.

It can't be helped, the Wikipedians are brutal in the eyes of the Dillmans, and the pressure on people is too great, and he must make himself confident.

"This is a show of force, give us a dismount ......" Someone's eyes were clear, and his face showed a slight discoloration.

As a new earl and a border uncle, naturally many people pay attention to him, and these people have their own ghosts, including Count Roderick.

After all, Karl and Count Charles were too close, and if it weren't for the lack of a suitable choice between the two parties, Count Roderick didn't even doubt that Count Charles would choose to marry Carl, and even then Count Charles successfully married Carl's brother Pine Dias.

In the eyes of outsiders, the two of them are tantamount to an alliance, although there is no formal alliance, but it can be seen from the fact that Earl Charles provided a lot of strength to support Karl this time.

Count Roderick is bent on seizing the territory of Count Shire, so naturally he will not let such a bomb that explode at any time exist, so he must explore the reality of this so-called Count of Dortmund.

As one of the nobles who responded to Karl's request, Count Roderick sent his courtier, Sir Mark, to support him with a group of light infantry, one of his henchmen, and was also on a mission to detect the void and reality.

So at this moment, Sir Mark's expression was very exciting, Karl's strength was far beyond his expectations, more than two hundred armored soldiers, many of them were heavy infantry in chain mail, and counting his large cavalry team, such strength was really tricky.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the parade is officially over." Karl stood on the podium and announced the end of the military parade, which was only a welcoming parade after all, and naturally he would not show all his military strength.

The nobles stood up and applauded, they all remained silent, as if they were preoccupied, they were not fools, they naturally knew that Carl must have been clumsy, even if the elite strength was really that, and counting the light infantry and levies, Carl's strength should not be underestimated.

Sir Frederick glanced at Karl deeply, and sighed in his heart for his sister's eyes, how long has he been gone, the Selde knight has become the Count of Dortmund, and he still has such military strength.

……

"How about today's parade." Pine exhaled and took off his helmet and sat casually in Carl's parlor.

"Trust me Pine, the Knights Templar are doing a good job, you don't see the expressions on the faces of the nobles, they are afraid of you." Karl laughed, the Knights Templar was a knightly order of its own, and the stronger the Templar Order, the more joyful he became.

"That's good, but it's a pity that the Knights Templar are still too small." Pine nodded, and said again.

"Not a small brother, sixteen knights, counting the squires, the Knights Templar has nearly forty people, which is not bad in the Knights." Karl smiled bitterly, if he could, he would also like to continue to strengthen the Templar Order, but his economic strength would not allow it.

It takes a lot of money to support a knight, and it is a sky-high price to maintain the knight's equipment and horses, otherwise it is troublesome to think that a village's mining can only support one knight? So it used up the last penny of his pocket......

……

In the distant kingdom of Denmaka, at this time the king of Denmaka was dressed in armor, wielding an axe in his hand to chop stakes, this is his daily training, I have to say that as a warrior he is very qualified, otherwise he would not be able to be this king.

"King, Stephanie has been defeated." A Viking walked into his training ground and reported to King Denmaka that he was a close attendant of King Denmaka.

"Oh? Who beat it? Is Stephanie dead? King Denmeka was in a mood and stopped his training.

"It's Count Carl von Dias, the Dierman nobleman who controlled Dortmund, your enemy."

"Carl? Oh, unexpected name. King Denmaka chuckled, he was still curious about the Dilman nouveau riche.

The first time he heard this name was when he took control of Dortmund, but he only heard it, after all, Dortmund was not near the sea and was not the object of his raids, and the second time he heard this name was a request for help from Fort Carmel, and to be honest, he was surprised that he could force the Great Chief of Fort Carmel to this point.

"As for Stephanie, we don't have any news of her, she should have been captured by the earl, I think a Wikipedian was captured by the Dierman nobles, that may be dead." The attendant said with a little speculation.

After all, his news is not omnipotent, and the intelligence ability of the Wikipedians is not high, and it is not even comparable to some minor nobles of the Dillmans, but he only understands that the Templars have annihilated Stephanie's team.

"Hmm...... Well, in that case, leave her alone, at least she deserved to die in the war with the Dillmans. King Denmaica shrugged, and the name Stephanie crossed his mind.

Indeed, the Wikipedians could not survive at the hands of the Dillmans, as if he had captured those Dillmans and would only become one of their tools to please the gods.

"Is our fleet ready?" King Den Meca asked.

"King, everything is ready, just waiting for your orders." The attendant nodded in affirmation.

"Okay, in that case, let's go in the next few days, our allies are already in a hurry, hehe." King Denmaka licked his lips, his body trembling slightly, and he didn't know whether he was excited about the coming war or the spoils.

"What did King Neville say?" King Denmaka suddenly rolled his eyes and asked again.

After a pause, King Denmaka's mind jumped a little fast, so that he didn't react for a while.

"Back to the King, King Neville is not willing to participate in our plans." The attendant replied that King Denmaka had always attached great importance to the Kingdom of Neville, but there was no way, the Kingdom of Neville was too close to the Kingdom of Denmeka, and it was also a kingdom of Wikipedians, so it was difficult for him not to pay attention to it.

"Oh, cowardly mouse, such a fellow deserves to be king?" King Denmaka sneered, his words full of disdain for King Neville.

The attendant lowered his head and did not dare to speak, his own king dared to say this, but he did not dare to answer.

"Alright, let's go down, let people be optimistic about the actions of the Neville Kingdom, and notify me immediately if anything happens." King Denmaka waved his hand, and the attendants did not delay, and quickly left the training ground after bending down and saluting.