Mystery Makes Me Strong

Lancelot was shocked.

When he saw the huge tauren fall, he couldn't believe his eyes.

At the same time, his instinct as a noble knight awakens him.

As long as you master this power, you can be a king yourself!

Yes, allegiance was never taken for granted for a feudal lord.

Kings have to fulfill their obligations, and they will offer loyalty.

Unconditional loyalty is what slaves dedicate to slave masters, and because of the slave master's kindness, slaves survive.

This is not the case with feudal lords. They provide the king with force, and the king returns them fiefs and privileges.

Lancelot was undoubtedly loyal in the past. He came to the battlefield for the king and tried his best to organize cowardly soldiers, cunning villagers, and treacherous peddlers... and defeated many demon attacks.

But now, he doesn't want to be loyal.

Such a powerful tauren, even the capital is unable to resist, and can only choose extreme means to lure it away.

He can take these soldiers back to besiege the capital.

Thinking of this, he had a sincere smile on his face.

"Warriors, you have saved mankind, and you are worthy of God's favor!"

"Today, we eat mutton! Real mutton!"

As he spoke, he ordered two hundred people to go to the village where Lord Bowler died, and confiscate sheep, chickens and ducks, as well as milk, honey and wine.

Fortunately, he is a man with a fief, and he knows how precious cows are. One cow is equal to the labor of six adults, so he didn't yell out such silly things as eating beef.

"Very good."

"Long live the Knight Court!"

The soldiers were very unhappy.

How long have you eaten real meat?

It may not be a month, and when you come there next month, the malicious knights will give the newcomers a meal.

Thinking about it now, this is the kindness of the knight master, and the meal of severed head should be better.

Some lords think that way, everyone will eat it, why waste expensive meat, just give some white bread, at least put stones, wood chips are still needed.

In the evening, the soldiers sang and danced, ate meat and drank milk, and felt that life had never been so good.

"It would be even better if there is no noble lady!" No soldier shouted timidly.

"Go to the king's capital! Warriors, they destroyed a demon king, you should be made knights!" Lancelot urged without a chance.

"Yes, you should be knighted!" The soldiers became excited.

Sir knight!

In the future, when working hard outside the field, I can even lift my head, but I have to kneel outside the muddy ground and kowtow directly to the master.

Whoever dares to look directly will test the mercy of Lord Knight.

Under special circumstances, the knight would kill the offending farmer, but the agricultural officer would let the farmer who was open-eyed work harder in the coming year.

But now, we have the opportunity to become humble knight masters!

Most importantly, it was an empty promise from the king.

Now that I don't have the power of a card player, if I become a knight lord, I can enjoy the old age and death, but die on the battlefield and be taken back by the king.

Go to the capital!

Ask for the seal of the knight!

Those two words from him hit the soldiers' minds before the battle with difficulty.

Lancelot is definitely a low hand who controls people's hearts, so he did everything he could to maintain the front line.

I went to him with a thousand small troops, hundreds of gangsters, and dragged the huge tauren, trekking hard all the way.

This tauren had been dismembered and salted, and it took hundreds of carts to load it, so it was impossible to transport it on the broken dirt road.

Relying on the body of the tauren, we were welcomed by the nobles and supplemented with food and grass along the way.

The masters are not stupid, such a team that can fight must be drawn together well, if the last time the tide of magic broke out outside our territory, we will count on us.

Many years of cold-bloodedness, no attendants, and even some fanciful second sons of nobles have joined my team, as if they did not have their own share of military exploits and glory.

Lancelot refused.

I want to use that tauren to gain fame and the superficial support of the nobles.

I want to turn the tide of magic into me becoming the king and create the legality of the Lancelot royal family.

That works great.

Well, the king personally followed the eight thousand elites, and gathered thousands of lords in the distance, blocking me behind the first checkpoint after retreating into the king's capital.

"Knight Lancelot, he has accomplished his mission heroically. You hereby solemnly announce the king's order and canonize him as the Countess of Kentania." A court earl came with the king's will, and I am very respectful proclaimed.

"You need the title of baroness. What you need is to make the warriors in front of you knights like you. We are all people who have received the grace of God like you!" Lancelot said. His face was dark and he was talking quietly.

"Yes, that's right, Master Knight is right!" The soldier beside me said excitedly.

"You too must become knights!"

"That, that's possible!" The court count subconsciously said, are you kidding me? There are only a few thousand people out there, and if the king and the queen are sold together, there is no such thing as so little land to confer us.

What Xin Xiaopent proposed is a condition that may be accepted.

"Why is it possible? Does he believe in our military exploits? Does he believe in the demon king we killed?" Lancelot pointed to the dismembered tauren.

The earl of the court had seen it a long time ago, so he was very respectful.

That kind of power, even a little knight can do it.

Has the kingdom killed similar monsters?

"Whether you have one or not, you need to get the king's will." The court earl quickly explained.

"Slow down, your soldiers, you need rewards, bring the best meat and wine, we are the only ones who can defeat the devil!" Lancelot always forgot to bind the soldiers with himself.

On the road of marching, I also repeatedly underlined that point.

The vast majority of soldiers accepted that.

Although we are powerless, we don't know how to play aristocratic games, so if we look for a skeptic, we will listen to me and get him.

There are only a very small number of clever people, trying to sell for a price.

In the evening, those clever people quietly left the camp to meet the king's men.

The earl of the court slowly understood the source of our strength, and he was envious.

A group of poor ghosts who can even understand honorifics, untouchables, dirty bedbugs, and loaches outside the ditch, why don't they have such power?

The court count tried his best to suppress the contempt in his heart.

That's the difference between me and Lancelot.

For the sake of the goal, for the sake of failure, the other party can ignore the filth of those people, and only value our uselessness.

And the Earl of the Court does what he can, and can only pretend that if we join the king, we can all be made baronesses.

It's just the fiefs of a few duchesses, and the king can still take them out.

Anyway, there is no means, so take it back quickly.

All the duchesses were cut off from inheritance, and the fief was inherited by the king's second son and eight sons.