Realm of Power

This is a typical large manor from the ancient Thonnese era, occupying almost the entire valley bottom. The dim gray three-meter outer wall surrounds the entire manor in the middle. Huge gray stone strips can be vaguely seen, and green mosses are hung like a curtain. The wall is like a row of green corridors,

In the distance, the reddish-brown honeycomb-style building complex occupies nearly one-third of the entire basin. There are countless elegant and beautiful marble arch windows with upper circles and lower circles, scattered in an orderly manner on the front of the building complex. The round spire on the roof is like a Rows of towering spears pointing straight into the sky, a row of simple and thick bronze fences,

Separating the hundred-meter-long cyan corridor outside from the wide and quiet courtyard inside, marble knight sculptures with different images are distributed on both sides of the evergreen wall corridor like guards.

There is the fearless knight Saturnis who holds the sword of Mosatusk and slays the sea monster; there is the knight of Hemen who insists on fairness and justice and lives in poverty; there is the knight captain of Sali who follows the king to pacify the south and finally dies in a bloody battle. . . . . . , yes, this is one of the landmark buildings of Ziva Cheze, the embodiment of pride and glory of Ziva Cheze, and the Knight Academy of Ziva Cheze.

Statunko didn't know why the fat man came here. In Statunko's impression, the fat man always had a slight contempt for the noble profession of knight.

However, this time it was different. The fat man was wearing a noble black Moras velvet jacket on his shoulders, and he was wearing a complete set of aristocratic black and gold dresses, Shu Wenze's black satin, high-quality handicrafts from the Tuni family, and patterned The gold thread was coiled three times on the cuffs, and the coiled patterns were fastened tightly around the neck.

Although most of them were put on by Fatty when he was in the car, and even though there is no glamorous exterior decoration, no one would deny that Fatty is now very aristocratic, with the connotation of being slightly arrogant and silent as the sea. Like a legendary century-old wealthy family from Kyoto,

The fat man who had never looked down on the nobles appeared here so well-prepared and formally. What was he going to do?

Statunko walked forward confused, and at the fat man's signal, he gently pulled the bell rope on the door. The riots had been fierce recently. Although the Knights Academy was not affected, it was still there in broad daylight. The door was closed tightly. After a while, the small window on the right side of the thick iron door opened with a creak.

"Excuse me, what do you want?" A middle-aged man's face appeared at the small window. He looked outside with wary eyes. He paused on the carriage outside and asked the fat man and Statu who were standing outside the door doubtfully. Enke, this is a sensitive period. It is very unexpected to see a noble carriage.

"We came from Riva Cheze City. We have something important to ask to see Dean Sartinike!" The fat man stepped forward and gave an aristocratic salute unhurriedly. After the rigorous training in Kyoto, the fat man had already This move is very easy to practice.

Bend 45 degrees, put the four fingers of the right hand on the chest together, the thumb is slightly separated by ten millimeters, and stand upward. The right shoulder is slightly lower than the left shoulder by three centimeters. This salute performed by the fat man is definitely a classic among classics. The young man's eyes lit up,

"There are mobs everywhere in the city now, and we need Dean Sartinike's help." The fat man paused, "Of course, we will pay the necessary compensation for this!" There was a look of pity in his face, completely anxious. He was a worried nobleman who came to seek asylum.

There were so many nobles coming to seek asylum, and the middle-aged man didn't think it was strange. He looked around carefully. After confirming that there were no mobs outside, the iron door opened slightly, revealing a gap just big enough for one person to enter. The middle-aged man He appeared at the door with an apologetic face and gave the fat man a gift in return.

"Please come in, noble lord. Although I don't know who you are, helping every person in trouble is a creed that a knight should abide by! This is the place guarded by the Templar Knights and a refuge for all those who suffer. So, it’s not necessarily safe here!”

"Oh? Did something happen here too?" The fat man followed the middle-aged man into the iron gate with a stunned expression, only to find that behind the iron gate, there were about a dozen young people with weapons in hand and wearing light mail armor gathered. , judging from the young and naive nervous expressions, they should all be students studying in the academy.

"The order of the world has been chaotic, and the shadow of evil is everywhere. The only thing we can hope for now is that a heroic knight will appear and end the nightmare here as soon as possible!" The middle-aged man shook his head helplessly and waved his hand to let someone open the door. He closed it again and explained to the fat man with an embarrassed expression,

"They are a garrison composed of students! There have been a lot of mobs recently, and the Samors are even more behind them. Some of the mobs are not ordinary people, and the gate may not be able to stop them!

Just a few days ago, several of our students were attacked in the school. The attackers attacked very quickly. Every time we arrived, we only saw students lying on the ground. These murderers are very good at hiding and sneak attacks. , very much like the Samor barbarians who are good at mountain warfare."

"I didn't expect that even the place guarded by the temple would not be spared!" The fat man shook his head with regret, his expression of compassion was like that of a pilgrim whose faith was profaned, but the slightly raised eyebrows made Star beside him Tuenke knows that Fatty is very angry! , slandering the Samor people in front of a fat man is not asking for death.

"You guys stay here while I take the guests to see Dean Sartinike. If anything unusual is found, immediately ring the big bell at the door and the patrolling teacher will be here soon!"

The middle-aged man turned his head and gave some careful instructions to the dozen young people, and then led the fat man into the inner lobby. This was a relatively narrow ten-meter corridor with a pair of one-handed battle axes and coats of arms representing loyalty to glory. The shields were hung crosswise at the end of the corridor, shining with a dark red metallic light under the dark torch platform overhead.

The walls of the corridor are painted with various great deeds of knights worthy of praise, as well as the kingdom's famous victorious battles. The painter's technique is very sophisticated, revealing the inherent delicacy and rigor of southern painters. Although each painting shows the enemy being routed and the knight prancing on his horse. A horizontal spear, an invincible and majestic image,

But because the picture is very large, almost life-size, walking in the middle feels like being in a battle scene, with towering spears, troops all over the mountains and fields, the shouts of the two armies fighting, and the horns urging people to advance. The sound resounds throughout the earth, making people feel an inexplicable impulse.

"This is the glory corridor of the Knight Academy! The torches on the ceiling are changed three times a day, which means that the light of glory will never die out." The middle-aged man explained to the fat man who was looking around curiously.

"This is the first corridor of the Knight Academy. It records the "Five Virtues" of knights and the brave and fearless knights in the kingdom's previous battles. All students must walk into the training ground of the academy from here every day. With their eyes, Use their hearts to remember the deeds of their predecessors! "The middle-aged man said with an angry expression, like a knight ready to rush to the battlefield at any time!

After walking through the dark corridor of glory, Fatty felt that the scenery in front of him suddenly opened up. A training ground the size of a football field appeared in front of him. Dozens of young students were divided into two sides, each forming a queue and fighting each other with wooden swords in hand. While fighting and fighting, they made fierce scolding sounds. They worked in pairs and cooperated with each other to attack.

The tacit cooperation, the vertical and horizontal sword movements, can vaguely see the style of a swordsman. The heavy wooden sword in his hand is almost as thick as an iron sword, and the thick "crack" feeling is emitted during the exchange, like beans that are exploding densely. .

At the other end of the training ground, dozens of straw men were arranged in a winding row. A student rode a horse and shuttled through the ranks of straw men at high speed. Every time a straw man passed by, the wooden sword in his hand was slashed. On the head of the straw man, he dragged it along and used the wooden sword to cut off the straw man's head.

This made the fat man stare intently, and he had to admit in his heart that based on technique alone, the swordsmanship and riding skills of these students were still ahead of his own Guards Cavalry, but when it came to courage and toughness, these young birds from the academy were still a few steps behind. point.

The middle-aged man who led the way shook his head regretfully and said with emotion

"These are senior students! There were originally more than 600 people. Unfortunately, I heard that the Samor army did not want knights. Many students chose to stop studying! Now there are only more than 300 people. I don't know what to do after graduation! This is all Satsuma "You were harmed by barbarians"

"Don't the Samors need elite warriors?" The fat man asked unconvinced, and the middle-aged man shook his head helplessly. "Who knows, what everyone is most concerned about now is when the chaos outside will subside. As for No one has the heart to care about the inheritance of knights! Don’t even count on the Samors. Maybe the academy will be closed down by the Samors soon.”

"Haha, that's not certain! Maybe the Samors will expand the size of the academy." Fatty smiled awkwardly. The middle-aged man in front of him reminded Fatty of the word "angry youth."

"How is that possible! The Samor people are famous for hating knights!" The middle-aged man looked insulted. "There has never been a knight among the commanders of the Samor army! How do these barbarians from the south know about knights?" of nobility,"

"Really? No way," the fat man said with a stunned look on his face. "As far as I know, two of the three captains of Samor's banners are knights. In fact, whether they are knights or not is just a false name. Why should you care too much? If these students If you don’t join the Samor army as a knight, I believe the Samor people will be happy to do so.”

"Don't want the glory of the knight! How is this possible!" The middle-aged man immediately turned red like a rabbit whose tail was stepped on. "If they abandon the glory of the knight, what's the point of everything they get! Without the protection of the knight, this world What should I do in order? I really can’t see how a noble noble like you can speak for the Samor people!”

The middle-aged man pointed to a five-story spire building in front of him with an unhappy face and said, "The highest floor of that building is Dean Sartinike's office! You can go on your own. I really have nothing to do with nobles like you who have abandoned the light of glory." Feel free to go on your own!"

As soon as the sound fell, "Dang Dang!" A rapid bell rang through the college. The middle-aged man's expression suddenly changed. He left the fat man and Statunko behind and ran towards the bell without looking back.

As the bell rang, the whole building was like a hornet's nest that had been poked. A bunch of people, both men and women, ran out with excitement, holding wooden swords in their hands. Fatty and Statunko After waiting for a while, I walked upstairs. The whole building was empty, and I could only hear the sound of two people going up the stairs.

The fat man suddenly stopped at the stairs on the fourth floor, turned his head with sharp eyes, stared at the empty corridor behind him, and said sternly: Come out! Didn't you follow us for so long just to take the blame on us? "

"Haha, I didn't expect you, a stupid pig, to be so smart!" The middle-aged man who left just now smiled ferociously and appeared from the corner of the wall, holding a cold light dagger in his hand (because he was at work. The update is late, more details A 3K chapter, slightly apologetic)