I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

Bennett returned to the tent with dark circles under his eyes. He didn't know why he was treated like this. He just wanted Miss Knight to eat better.

At lunch time, Bennett went to Kenny's tent again.

Not here? Go back and eat your own food.

He walked back to his tent humming a little tune. The soldiers were cheering for something. He glanced at Sera out of the corner of his eye and saw that Sera seemed to be cutting something. It didn't matter, it was none of his business.

When I lifted the door mat of the tent, I saw an empty small table in front of me.

"???"

"Where's my lunch?"

The image of Serra cutting something flashed through Bennett's mind, and he suddenly felt something was wrong.

No way!

Bennett tumbled out of the tent and just saw Sera pouring the chopped food into the soldier's big pot, with his own plate next to it.

"Oh no, Sierra, why?"

"Hmm? Didn't you go to Kenny's tent? I'll fix you lunch."

This woman knows everything. Bennett felt a little guilty, but he still had to eat lunch. Sera had already filled a large bowl of rice and squatted aside to eat it, enjoying it very much.

Would you like to try it?

Bennett asked for a bowl from the cook. A group of people looked at him with strange eyes. He filled half a bowl and squatted next to Sera.

“How does this taste?”

"Try it."

Bennett was a little hesitant. Seeing Sera and the soldiers eating with relish, he thought the bowl of paste in his hand didn't seem to be some kind of dark food, so he scooped half a spoonful into his mouth.

It was idle, too idle, so idle that it made people feel bitter. The dried meat was hard, the milk was fishy, ​​the vegetables were completely cooked, and the flour was very coarse, with only a hint of grain taste. It was not known how many years of stale grain it had. Bennett felt like he was chewing a mouthful of smelly mud full of stones and rotten leaves.

After swallowing it with great difficulty, Bennett began to doubt his life.

Sera knew that he was not used to it. Looking at his dull expression, she poured the rice in his bowl into her own and said:

"You can ask the cook to make you a good one."

"Is this what you usually eat?"

"correct."

“The farmers eat better than this.”

“They have no land.”

"what?"

"Half of them came from families that had suffered disasters and had to sell their land to others. They didn't have any skills, so they joined the army. The other half were refugees from other territories who were sold here by their lords."

Bennett was silent. He thought of the ancient farmers in his previous life. A small disaster would force them to sell their land, wives and children, and then become serfs that even dogs would despise.

"Can you really survive by eating this?"

"Don't worry, even though it tastes bad, it's really nutritionally balanced. I'll ask the cook to make you something good."

"no need."

Bennett scooped half a bowl again, squatted back to where he was, and Sera snatched the bowl away.

"You are a mage, there is no need for you to join us."

"Cook, serve the mage something delicious."

The cook in the distance waved his hand to indicate that he understood.

"This is not what I thought." Bennett said depressedly.

"Oh, what do you think."

"When I first arrived, I saw them training enthusiastically, and I thought they were all warriors."

“They are not fighters.”

"what?"

"Do you know how many ordinary soldiers and extraordinary knights we have in our territory?"

"There are more than 6000 ordinary soldiers and more than 500 extraordinary knights."

"You and Aimee are together every day, you should know her strength."

“She could carry a full-grown bull on her back for a day’s cross-country run in the mountains.”

"Just imagine 500 extraordinary knights like Aimee, undergoing the most rigorous military training, wearing 60 kilograms of heavy armor, holding shields and sharp swords, forming a military formation, and fighting against these 6000 people."

6000 people would not have any room for resistance. These 6000 people could not even break the knights' armor, but the knights could kill all day long. That was not a battle, that was a massacre.

"Master Mage, your food."

The soldier brought over Bennett's special.

"What's the point of raising these soldiers?"

"Some of them may be able to advance to the extraordinary level."

"that's it?"

"They can also transport supplies and serve as cannon fodder."

Bennett looked at the food in front of him: fried meat, vegetable salad, white bread, fresh milk, and soft-boiled eggs.

It was a really filling meal.

Bennett returned to the tent with the food. The meal was delicious. He had no appetite, but he still stuffed the last bite of food into his mouth.

After eating, he returned to the training ground again. He didn’t know why he came back, but he just couldn’t sit still in the tent.

Sera also noticed him. It was rest time and many soldiers found a corner to sleep. Sera did the same, but today was special and she was very interested in him.

"Why, you have nothing to do?"

Bennett didn't want to deal with her now.

"I'm quite interested in you mages. Can you show me your skills?"

"Not interested in."

Sera didn't get angry, she just lay down next to Bennett, and they both stared into space together.

After a while, the bell of the school field rang. Sera stretched and walked straight to the center of the field.

The soldiers also stood behind her, and the training began. Her long burgundy hair was flying again, and the soldiers' slogans were still loud, but Bennett no longer had the mood of entering the barracks for the first time.

"Sierra often helps the soldiers train."

Kenny walked behind Bennett without knowing when.

Bennett finally came back to his senses and asked, "Isn't the leader of each camp a Holy Blade Knight this year?"

Kenny said with disdain: "No knight will help these mud-legged people."

"Except for Sera, right?"

"Yes, except for Sera."

Bennett now really wanted to lift Kenny by the collar and tell him: These people are not peasants, they are human beings just like you. You just have a good father, so what’s so great about you?

Reason told Bennett: No, this is useless and will put yourself in danger.

Kenny left, leaving Bennett to continue watching this group of abandoned people train. Oh, yes, and Sera didn't abandon them.

Today's sunset is exceptionally beautiful. The burning glow in the sky dyes the world crimson. Sera's training has not yet ended. Her fluttering hair is like a blazing fire, and the sweat on her forehead reflects the hazy colorful light. For a moment, Bennett feels that everything in front of him is burning. It's not the glow that ignites the training ground, but Sera who ignites the world.

The training was over and the cooks began to distribute food. Sera walked towards Bennett with a large bowl. The cook brought the 'special meal' to Bennett before the meal, but he never ate it.

Sera looked at Bennett who had been staring at her, pulled her hair back, and said jokingly:

"What's wrong? Have you never seen a beautiful woman?"

Bennett murmured, "Sierra, amazing."

"What did you say?"

Bennett's eyes came back to life, and he said seriously, "You are beautiful, Sera, really beautiful."

Sera obviously didn't expect Bennett to answer like this. After being stunned, she felt a little shy. She squatted aside with the bowl in her arms and replied sullenly, "Being pretty has nothing to do with you."

Bennett smiled, put the sausage from his plate into Serra's bowl, and returned to the tent with the food.

Sera stared blankly at the sausages in the bowl.

"What happened to this guy all of a sudden?"