Salvatore stood up directly, where did he still have a dignified and rigorous knightly demeanor at this time, and directly refused: "Seventeenth prince, the knights are the troops that the king ordered me to command, if you want it, please go directly to the king." ”

"No, no, sir, you misunderstood." William pulled him to sit down unhurriedly, with a smile on his face, "Of course I won't fight the idea of the Knights, what I want is a candidate for the Knights......"

Candidate?

Hearing this, Salvatore's face calmed a little.

His order of knights is called Thornblade, and all the members in it are official knights, which means that all of them have extraordinary strength. In order to maintain the number of members, the Order does have a list of candidates.

Most of the candidates are elite knight apprentices, and as soon as the opportunity comes, they can become official knights immediately.

If it's a candidate, it's not impossible......

Salvatore pondered for a moment, then glanced at William's expression and saw him calmly holding his glass.

"This seventeenth prince... When did you come up with this plan... Actually targeting the Knights candidates? ”

Thinking about it according to William's thoughts, Salvatore was shocked by the wonderful plan he had. Although the Thornblade Knights are not the most powerful knights in the kingdom, they can also rank at the top, and they are naturally not mediocre people if they can become candidates for the Knights.

If William can really pick a few good seedlings, he may be able to harvest real knights in the future.

However, Salvatore still has two doubts that he can't figure out.

The first is, did William really come up with this plan himself?

"Did you really look away?" But Salvatore thought back to the experience of teaching William to learn swords, and felt that his performance was very real!

Could it be acting? "Shhhh

The second is, could it be that William himself thinks that he himself has time to wait for the candidate to become a full-fledged knight?

Didn't he know that in a few months, aliens would invade the southern border? And in every invasion, the Barron is the first to bear the brunt......

"Sir? How's it going? I don't want too many people, more than a dozen is enough. ”

“…… More than a dozen is already a lot, seventeen princes. ”

"Then you say, how much can you give me?" William looked at him with a smile, shook his glass, and said, "I believe that you will not treat me badly, sir, after all, I have always treated you very deferentially." ”

"Congratulations... Very respectful... It used to be very flattering! ”

Salvatore muttered secretly, and then said with a solemn face: "I can give you 2 candidates." ”

"Less." William said lightly.

"Seventeenth Prince, the candidates are not strictly speaking, they are not members of my Knights, I can't send them without authorization, these two people are still the elite I have cultivated myself." Salvatore said softly, "I can only give you two, and there is really no more." ”

"In that case, I won't embarrass you......" William's voice changed: "You give me these two first, and then gather some candidates, and I will talk to them personally." ”

"It's... It's not in order. ”

"Rules? I don't say it, you don't say it, who will know? As for the candidates, I'm sure you can keep their mouths shut. ”

Salvatore: "......"

"I must have lost my eyes at the beginning, my disciple can't be so bad!"

After the two agreed on a time and place, Salvatore hurriedly retired. He feared that if he stayed any longer, William would be able to fool himself into Barron's lead.

When he left, William and Serrane were left alone in the box.

Thranee held a cup of hot milk and took a sip. Tibbs was put in her backpack, leaving a bear's head outside.

"Thranie, cheers."

"Cheers~"

William took a sip of wine, and Serane replaced the wine with milk, and both were satisfied.

……

2500 years of the Magic Calendar, 20 years of Sydes III, April 20.

William succeeded in borrowing the status of prince to obtain a very favorable advantage for himself.

There are two candidates for Thornblade, and maybe more...... But if he wants more people to follow, it will take some more work, but it doesn't matter, he already has a plan.

In addition to the swordsmanship teacher Salvatore, William also aimed at another person, and maybe another wave of wool.

But today is not able to go because the weather is bad.

If you want to pick another person's wool, it's best to wait for a rainy day.

……

Back at the palace and into her two-room courtroom, Serani climbed straight into bed.

Notice that it was her own bed, which William had ordered to be sorted out, in another room.

William picked up the great sword and went to the courtyard to practice swordsmanship.

He discovered a small skill that was not very strong, that is, when he was cultivating, the pain in his body could be well exempted, and when he was injured, he could cultivate when he was injured, which allowed him to focus extraordinarily.

For example: butt pain!

He endured the pain today and walked with Serrane for a day, and talked with Salvatore in the restaurant for a long time, and his ass had already issued a stern warning.

When he came back to change his clothes, he found that the part of his butt was already dark red, and if he looked closely, he could see torn flesh.

The only thing he was glad for was that the fabric was quite thick and there was no revealing stuffing.

"By the way, why hasn't the doctor come yet?"

Maybe it's Cao Cao, Cao Cao. The maid walked in with a white-haired old man, the doctor who had treated his wounds.

"Ouch, Seventeenth Prince, why are you still practicing swords?" When the doctor saw William practicing his sword, his beard trembled in shock, and he hurriedly trotted to stop him, "You'd better lie on the bed now." ”

William smiled silently, although it was comfortable to lie on the bed, it was more comfortable to practice swords.

Letting the doctor look at his buttocks, William buried his head in the pillow, waited for a while, and suddenly asked, "Old man, did you also give me medicine yesterday, and what was the situation at that time?" ”

"It's strange to say, yesterday the injury was so serious, but today it is suddenly much better."

"Really... Looks like it's working very well. ”

"Is it the reason for the effect of the drug......" The doctor broke William's ass and looked at it, bowing his head slightly, "I didn't expect this medicine to have a miraculous effect on the injury of the buttocks." ”

As for why he hadn't found it before, he attributed it to not being used on the ass before.

William was silent, in fact, he had a guess about his injury, it should be because of the imprint of the ancient hero.

The Barbarian King can indeed increase his injury recovery.

Although the effect is not very obvious now, it has potential, and if it adds up, it may affect a life-and-death battle.

At this pace, the more he cultivated while he was suffering, the more beneficial it would be to himself.

"I just don't know a question, if I cultivate when I only have one breath, will it help me recover from my injuries, or will it hasten my death?"

The doctor left a bottle of medicine and left, telling the maid to change the medicine later.

and repeatedly warned William that he must not practice swords again. William nodded in front of him, and as soon as he left, he reflexively continued to cultivate.

He is about to leave the royal capital, and he must race against time to strengthen himself.