"She shouldn't have done that to you!"

At the silent table, Tallinnham could no longer resist the urge of his heart, and he stuck his knife and fork in the beef, his face indignant. The candlelight outlined his slightly immature and angry face.

Berto knew that the little squire in front of him was not throwing a tantrum, but complaining about himself. However, he was used to it. Anna...... Anna is like a dusty piece of history, and the knot between him and her cannot be untied. Berto knew that the gap in ideas had brought them to where they are today, and he didn't blame her, but he couldn't give up his principles because of his wife's stubbornness. He must be kind to civilians and follow chivalry, and he does not want to be part of the hypocrisy of the world.

"What's wrong with me?"

Berto asked rhetorically with a smile as he chewed on the food in his mouth.

"You are the hero of the Battle of the Blackwater, you saved the king!" all the people of Bretonnia respect you, but, Lady Anna, she ......" Tallinnam could not go on, he knew that Berto loved his wife dearly, but there were times when he could not stand it.

"What are you trying to say, she ignored me?"

Berto laughed. He had a shaved beard with a few white hairs, sunken eyes, and looked a few years older.

"Hmmm......"

Tallinnham nodded.

"She's always been like this, I'm used to it. ”

Berto returned with a smile.

"Why? You're the lord of the Valley of the Greyfangs, and King Charles promoted you. Now you're the Earl. The people respect you and love you. From their eyes, I saw that it was not acting, it was real, from the heart. It was you who gave them protection and gave them safe land. And, in Cologne, you are still a hero that everyone sings. What is there not to be satisfied with Madame Anna? I can't understand or imagine......"

Tallinnam said indignantly, if it weren't for a lord sitting in front of him, Tallinnham promised that he would have yelled. He had been suppressed for too long. Why are they all women, but they are so different.

"That's right if you can't understand it, and I can't understand it either. This may be the so-called emotion. It's been decades, I've been used to it, and a lot of times, I'm the one who lives in my own world, and she says that I haven't grown up, I've always been a boy. I guess so, I'm that boy. I always stick to what I feel is right, and I always look forward to what I cherish. However, these things are worthless in her eyes. She wants a better life, and I can't. As you know, Anna's father was the Marquis of the South, and he was in charge of land ten times larger than mine, and the castle was several times larger than my estate. I can't give Anna the luxury she wants. ”

Berto grunted down the wine on the table and became sad.

"She said I was just a little knight who inherited my father's legacy, and that I had achieved nothing in my life. Alas, in short, something worse than what you have ever heard, I have heard it countless times. ”

Berto laughed at himself.

Tallinnham couldn't help but feel sorry for his old knight. In his eyes, Berto is a true knight, he does not go along with this dark world, he does not cling to the powerful for profit, and he does not betray himself. Nor will they oppress and oppress civilians to obtain benefits for their own enjoyment. Sometimes, they would rather suffer their own losses than punish the civilians. He knew that a sesame seed he threw away was more than half a month's income for low-level civilians.

At the same time, Berto is full of adventurous spirit, although he is obscure and his life is boring, but when he is out adventurous, he is undoubtedly a high-spirited teenager, undoubtedly a passionate knight. He has fought giant forest spiders, vampires, undead pirates, and distributed the money to the hungry...... In Tallinnam's view, these were the work of real knights. However, in Anna's case, it was a fool to do this......

Tallinnam only felt that the world had turned upside down, why was this happening? People who were full of freedom and adhered to the bottom line of morality became outliers, while those who flattered and did anything for the sake of profit were recognized...... Was this the corrosion of chaos, or was it the way human nature was meant to be? Tallinnham didn't know, he was confused. The light of the fire warmed the room, but it could not warm his heart. He only hoped that Anna could truly understand Berto, that he was old, and that it would be a happy thing to be recognized by his wife even in his old age. Unfortunately, this wish seems to be far away.

......

"Name?" Twelve Literary Network

"Grondi, Grondi Brass Axe. ”

Black Hammer Castle, after the Knights of the Son of Ersun lifted the registration restrictions, a large number of talented people rushed to the tavern to register to join the Knights. Many of the people who had not seen a shadow before were now gathered in the tavern to register their names, even though they might not be their real names. Even pirates, hunters, and priests in the crowd wanted to sign up. As a result, the review has become extremely rigorous.

Rhodes and Alves' design was to mobilize as much social force as possible and recruit some talented people into the ranks, after all, the regular army had many restrictions, and the Knights were unofficial organizations that were basically loyal to Rhodes alone. Its recruitment conditions could be much more relaxed. It's just that I didn't expect so many people to sign up as soon as it was relaxed.

But it's normal to think about it, as an organization that grew up in the war, the son of Ersun can be said to have made a name for himself step by step, during the Northern Expedition to Northsca, when he blocked the Greenskin army in the south. This force, which only has a dozen people, has served as the main force again and again, and whenever the bear knight appears on the battlefield, it can always greatly boost the morale of the army. It is a great honor for ordinary people to join such an organization.

Since many of the Black Hammer Castle are foreign refugees, they are either persecuted by the barbarians of the north or hunted by the green-skinned orcs. There is a deep hostility towards the enemies of the outside world. For example, in Ironforge Castle, as soon as they heard that the Knights were recruiting, more than half of the dwarves were eager to sign up for the group. Many of them had been hunted by the Greenskins, and the Knights belonged to the first group that charged into battle, making them a natural attraction for those who wanted revenge.

"Dwarves?"

The registrar looked up and saw the dwarven sign-up with his head at the height of the table.

"What happened to the dwarves?"

Grondi asked rhetorically in a gruff voice.

"We've had enough dwarves here, and what we need now is wizards......"

"Hey, hey, are you discriminating against us dwarves?"

Grondi shouted, his loud voice quickly catching the attention of the others in the tavern.

"No! I just said, there are too many dwarves, we need wizards now!"

"What are the wizards for? They've been through real wars, and when the battle starts, they'll rush to the front line to cover their teammates? The most useless thing in the world is a wizard!"

Grondi shouted, but that didn't change the registrar's attitude towards him. There are many dwarves like him who want revenge. In just one morning, fifty dwarves registered as members of the Order. They really didn't need too many dwarves, because the Knights were part of the Knife Order, and when the battle began, they rushed to the forefront and were used to tear through the enemy's defenses. Dwarves, who are born with short legs, are not actually suitable for assault forces.

But the dwarf in front of him is obviously another bar. He hammered the table unrelentingly, making the registrar disgusted and helpless.

"Well, tell me, your abilities and experience?"

Too many people were present, and in order not to cause a riot, the registrar could only bite the bullet and reluctantly ask.

"I've fought the Greenskins in the deepest bunkers. I'll tell you, there are at least a hundred green skins dead under my axe. If you don't recruit me, it's your loss. ”

Grondi said, moving a pair of heavy armor to the table. The iron armor rested heavily on the table, making a loud muffled sound. It was a dwarven heavy plate armor, riddled with pitted dents and in some places polished to an unusually shiny finish. There is no doubt that this is a legacy of a long battle, and it is a matter of pride for a dwarf to have such an armor.

"I protected my comrades with my armor and shields when the greenskins attacked, and I held my ground until our defenses crumbled!

Grondi was emotional, foaming at the mouth.