Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 23

   Chapter 23 23 Visit the Castle

after an hour.

  Lairen rode without rushing all the way. After passing through Bray Town as a bustling honey district, the Lord's Castle is in front of you.

  Beside the gate of the two-storey high castle, several castle guards wearing breastplates and holding halberds held their heads high and looked at the passing crowd alertly.

  Stylish buildings will make ordinary people feel in awe. After all, standing in front of high-rise buildings will give people a sense of insignificance, which inevitably leads to a sense of fear from the bottom of their hearts.

  As a traveler, Lailen has been to places of interest in the past. In his opinion, such a Gothic castle is nothing but novel.

   "Hus, we're here." After reminding Leron, he rolled over and dismounted.

   "Oh." Luther Huss was a little lost, he had never seen a castle up close.

   The two caught the attention of the guards, and one of the guards stepped forward immediately: "Good noon! Is this Mr. Lailun?"

   "Hello, I'm Laren." Laren handed the badge in his hand to the guard.

   After the latter checked it carefully, he immediately smiled back and said respectfully, "Mr. Lailun! Lord Earl is already waiting for you in the living room!"

"Please!"

  The guard took the reins of the traveling horse, and the gate of the outer fort opened from the inside to welcome Lallen.

   A man who looked like a butler in a brown-black uniform greeted him with a smile on his face: "Mr. Laren, I'm Danielle Mel, the castle steward, just call me Mel!"

   "Master Leif suddenly has an urgent matter. Let me take you to the side hall of the castle to wait for a while. The tableware is being placed in the parlour."

   "There's housekeeper Raumere."

  Lyren nodded slightly as a sign.

   "Mr. Lallen, please come with me."

  The butler took Laylen and Luther Huss to the side hall and poured them a glass of sweet wine in person: "I need to take care of the arrangements in the parlour, Mr. Laylen and this young man."

   "Butler Mel, my name is Luther Huss, an acolyte of the Sigma Church." Luther Huss introduced himself.

   "Okay, okay." The old butler looked apologetic.

   "Please take a break for the two of you for a while. I will come to you in time after the count is done with the matter."

   "It doesn't matter." Lailun didn't care about this at all, it was still a while before the appointed time, so he wasn't in a hurry.

The rights of nobles in the empire are relatively complete. An earl's government affairs are cumbersome, and a lord with a little sense of responsibility can deal with things every day from morning to night, and it is extremely difficult to have lunch with Leif. thing.

   Sitting leisurely, Laren looked at the decoration of this side hall.

The walls of the inner castle are usually made of masonry, and the light transmission effect is not good. Without sunlight, it means that the interior of the castle will be dark and damp. There is a fireplace in the side hall, which is heating the room. The head of a brown bear, and the floor of the two opposite sofas is covered with a bearskin rug.

   It looked like the same brown bear, with a longbow hanging from the wall and an arrow full of brown bloodstains. It was obviously the prey that Leif hunted himself.

  Lairn stared at the bear's head and raised the corners of his mouth. "It seems that Midden is not only a subordinate of Uric who has a lot of martial arts, but also the lords and nobles."

  Luther Hus only cared about the sweet wine in the cup, and said disapprovingly: "The nobles in the north are different from those in the south. Those who have no strength to protect their territory have long been slaughtered by the beasts and the Chaos War Gang."

   "That's right."

  Laylen's eyebrows and feet moved slightly, agreeing with this statement.

  In the medieval world, if you are very good at fighting, you will kill countless enemies on the battlefield, and wipe out bandits and chaotic forces. No accident, you will soon be appreciated by the nobles and will be promoted.

  The nobility that has survived since the founding of the empire 2,000 years ago, probably only the elector family.

   But even the well-known and well-received electoral families would inevitably decline due to various reasons. Sol Land and Dracowald Land disappeared in the long history.

The former was killed by the Elector's family due to a tragic Greenskin War. After the war, the territory was annexed by the southern provinces of Wesson and Aiwei, while the latter was killed by the Elector's family. Political affairs, while the people are starving and cold, and it is during the famous Black Death period of the empire.

   The Emperor Midden, who couldn't bear to see this family as a child of the extremely dead fish-flesh empire - "Rat Killer" Mandred started to "decent" them.

  Then Dracovaldland was annexed, and the Elector's holy sword, which symbolizes authority, and the rune tooth - "Beast Killer" are missing.

  The other nobles appeared because of wars, big and small. The wars made them and destroyed them. Generation after generation, they were involved in endless slaughter, again and again.

  Clarion doesn't even have the title of knight now, and he is still far from being a military noble.

   "Hus, I'm leaving Bray Town tomorrow, what are your plans in the future?"

  Lairn calculated the time to leave the Berg outpost. Today is the last day. After all these things, there is nothing worth lingering about in Bray Town.

  Hram Warhammer is justifiably unveiled, the first stage reward of Devotion has been obtained, and the hero Albert has also been found, so it is time to go back.

   There were many wars in the medieval world, and it was not difficult for Laren to gain military exploits by virtue of his own strength, thus becoming a knight and obtaining a fief.

  Luther Huss thought that his ears had heard it wrong, and asked in surprise: "Laylen. You. Why did you leave?"

   After getting along these days, Luther Huss trusts Lallen very much in his heart, especially the life-saving grace, which is unforgettable.

  Lairn laughed and said: "My job is to be a soldier. If I don't return to the outpost, I will deduct my salary. You supply me?"

   "What about you, Hus, what are your plans?"

"I?"

  Lutherhus couldn't help but be puzzled by this question.

   He has no idea about the future. He just wants to stay in the church wholeheartedly, be an acolyte, and it would be better if he could become a priest like Zais.

   "I don't have any plans, I'll probably stay in the church."

  Lyren looked at Luther Hus who was sitting opposite him. After spending some time together, he also got to know the character of this future Sigmar prophet better.

  Stubborn, insist on the justice in the heart, and the perseverance in the heart.

   A person with this character, once he has experienced too many things, will subtly change his initial thoughts by the outside world.

   Perhaps at some point in the future, Luther Huss will give up being an ordinary priest now, become a battle priest, go to the battlefield, and complete his mission.

  Lyren put aside the complexities in his heart, smiled and encouraged: "Then you need to consolidate your knowledge in the church. It is not easy to become a person like Zais."

   "I will, Brother Lallen."

  Lord Castle of Bray Town, parlour.

   "Sir, Mr. Lailun is already in the side hall. Do you want to let him come over now?" Butler Mel stood by the large long table in the living room and said respectfully.

   "People have arrived?"

"Yes."

   Leif, who was sitting at the end of the long table, stood up, thinking in his heart.

   He said, "Bring them here."

"Yes."

  Hurrying footsteps sounded from far to near outside the meeting room, and Krill walked in quickly from the side door: "Brother, I have found the White Wolf priest who will witness the ceremony!"

   "Immediately set it up in the prayer room, as long as Lallen agrees to become a knight, the canonization ceremony will begin immediately!"

   "Okay!" The captain of the White Wolf Knight Company couldn't help but howl, his face full of excitement, the feeling of robbing people with the emperor was more exciting than killing beastmen on the battlefield!

   "Pay attention to the image! Krill! The White Wolf Knight is not a wolf full of wolf smells!" Leif frowned and scolded.

   In fact, he was also a little nervous in his heart, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.

   Earl Draven never thought that one day he would make the Chosen one his knight.

  The door to the side hall of the castle was pulled open from the outside.

   "Mr. Lailen, Mr. Luther Huss, the matter of the count has been settled, please this way." Butler Mel smiled and asked the two to go to the parlour with him.

   Along the long corridor, a castle guard stands in place every twenty steps.

   "Is there any trouble with Lord Leif?" Lelan asked casually during the walk.

"Forehead"

   The old butler was slightly stunned, and immediately laughed and said: "It's not difficult, it's just that the White Wolf Church sent a priest to the castle, and the Count received a little reception."

   "I see." Lallen nodded thoughtfully, glancing at the portrait hanging on the aisle wall.

  The old housekeeper Mel, for fear of being discovered, couldn't help but quicken his pace.

   "Sir! Mr. Lallen is here!"

Pushing open the door of the meeting room, the wooden floor is covered with furs of various animals, and various collections are hung on the wall. Conspicuously, the swords hanging on the wall are crossed, and a kite shield is hung below, and the large long table is in the front. Central location.

   Earl Delavan had his back to the door, apparently waiting for a while.

  Leif turned around, the luxurious clothes set off the temperament of his superior, and he was full of energy.

   When he saw Laren coming in, he quickly walked up to meet him: "Welcome to my castle, Laren, there was something just now that took a while."

   "It's my honor to have lunch with you, my lord." Lailen put his right hand on his chest and bowed to show his respect, Leif's eyes were on Lutherhus behind him: "This is"

   "Dear Lord Leif, my name is Luther Huss and I am the acolyte of Priest Zeis." Luther Huss introduced himself.

"Oh, oh, look at my memory. I'm getting older and my memory is getting worse and worse. Krill mentioned you! No wonder it looks familiar, hahaha." Leif smiled sincerely, as if seeing To an old friend, there is no trace of Ying to dictate.

   "Please sit down, please sit down." Leif motioned the two to sit down, and said pleasantly: "Lauren, the last time I saw you was in the ward of the Church of Mercy. How is the wound healing?"

   "Thank you Lord Leif for your concern. My injuries can be healed in a short time thanks to the care of adults." Lailun thanked him for this.

Without Leif's concern, his injuries would not have healed so quickly. The cost of hiring the white priest of the Mercy Church alone would cost more than ten gold coins, not to mention the price of the healing ointment. Len couldn't afford it.

Hearing Lailun's thanks, Leif's smile grew even stronger, and he waved his hand and said, "These are all things that should be done, Krill has talked a lot about your bravery, you can kill one with just one person. Khorne bloodthirsty bull, such exploits are enough to be promoted to a kingdom knight."

   "Crack!" Earl Delavan patted his palm twice, the side door of the parlour opened, and several castle servants entered the parlour with plates.

  A servant filled the three wine glasses.

   "Try it! This is the specialty wine of the Principality of Le Angouran in the Kingdom of Knights on the opposite side of the mountain. It tastes amazing, and it is also very good for the body."

  Leif raised the glass in his hand and added: "I've been hiding this bottle of wine for a long time. The guy Creel wanted to drink it several times, but I didn't take it out."

   Smelling the rich and mellow wine aroma in the glass, Lallen could only feel a faint fruity aroma lingering on the tip of his nose.

   At least it's much better than the Empire's.

  Your wine is definitely made by imperial people! ——In the Kingdom of Brittany, a drunkard scolded the tavern owner.

   "Speaking of this, Lord Leif, why isn't Chief Krill here?" After enjoying the sweetness in his mouth, Lallen asked inexplicably.

   As soon as he finished speaking, Claire strode in from the main entrance of the living room and blinked at Leif, indicating that everything was ready.

  Leif met a look and understood.

   The captain of the White Wolf Knight Company laughed and said, "Laylen, you came to my brother's castle, how could I not be there?"

   Ask for tickets and collections!

  Fantastic Fengtui, book friends are so powerful!

   (Unfortunately the author is too lazy)

   (end of this chapter)

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