Chapter 211 Black Knight Brigade
In a tavern in Rapid City, the solid wood counter was matte black in color, and its original rough tabletop was patinated with oil particles spilled from the food and the sleeves.
Clearly before it was time to eat, there was already a customer sitting in the tavern, but the boss did not chase him away. He knew this man with a tired face, and he was the captain of the Rapid City City Guard, Carl Knight.
Although Knight Carl is a knight, he still often eats in fly restaurants, which are favorite places for civilians, and even gets into fights when he is drunk.
Seeing Karl, the boss simply lit the stove in advance and cooked alone for this important man whom he could not afford to offend.
The meat rolls were baked in the oven, and the tavern owner silently cracked the eggs into the pan. The sign at the door swayed, and another customer walked into the tavern.
The young man wearing a bachelor's robe squinted his eyes and smiled. He sat next to Karl with his back to the counter. He raised his chin, turned his head sideways, looked at Karl's side face, and said in pretended surprise:
“Oh, what a coincidence, Karl, are you here to eat too?”
Holding the handle of the beer glass, Karl said nothing. Without even raising his head, he knew that the person in front of him was who.
"Mitternich, what do you want from me?"
Mitnich put his right hand on the counter and snapped his fingers at the boss: "I want a fried sausage and sauerkraut pea soup, three bowls of cheese and mushroom soup, oh no, it should be two bowls, and a glass of beer."
Karl turned his head: "What do you mean?"
"Nothing." Mitnich turned around and faced Karl, who was facing him sideways, "Isn't this how we usually order? "
Karl looked down at the turbid beer with floc in his hand: "I know, I will apologize to Sissi."
Mitnich smiled, no. To speak, he just took out the napkin from his pocket and stuffed it into his collar, waiting silently.
He knew that Karl had not finished speaking.
Sure enough, after picking up the cup and taking a sip of beer, Karl slammed the cup on the table.
"Mitternich, you and Sissi won't really believe that lie...that Horn and those stupid farmers, right?"
Mitternich smiled and said nothing, but He lowered his head and took a sip of the foaming beer to prevent the foam from overflowing.
“Mitternich, they exposed the Blue Blood Monastery, I admit it. Those who have walked the road of blood and sweat are indeed heroes, and I admire them too.
But if they are asked to train an army capable of fighting against the Imperial Company in three months, ask yourself, do you believe it? "
Pricking a sausage with a fork, Mitnich took a bite of the cold omelette: "Didn't Marshal Denjar train a company that could resist the imperial order in just six months? An infantry army? "
Karl tutted: "Is it interesting for you to be entangled like this? Marshal Dunjar just retrained the elite mercenaries. They were not farmers at all, but veterans who had been on the battlefield. "
"So what? "
"So what? Karl laughed angrily, "A knight starts from being a page boy at the age of seven, goes on a grand trip at the age of fifteen, and then participates in the knights meeting for the first time at the age of eighteen. It takes at least ten years to train a formal knight."
An old mercenary joins the army as a footman at the age of thirteen, and officially goes to the battlefield at the age of fourteen. The earliest he can become a veteran with full salary is sixteen years old. It takes at least three years to train a formal infantryman.
And what do those Salvation Army farmers have? Do they know the four ways to hold a sword? Do they know how to line up? Have they ever killed anyone with their own hands?
In three months, the most you can do is train the serf soldiers. It is possible for four thousand serf soldiers to face hundreds of armored sergeants or country knights. But against the edict knights, are you kidding me? ”
“How will you know if you don’t try it? What we have to do is something that has never been done before. How many people can we trust who dare to confront the church empire? "
After slapping the table, Karl wanted to refute, but Mitnich interrupted: "How many of these people who dare to confront the church empire can prove that they have firm determination? ”
Karl retracted his hand from slapping the table, and the boss placed the plate with meatloaf on the table.
Putting the plate to his chest, Karl tore into the fishy meat rolls with big mouthfuls, as if he had a grudge against the meat rolls.
“We must win over everyone who can stand on our side.” Mitnich slowly took away Karl’s cabbage soup and took a scoop of it and put it in his mouth. "I'm not opposed to winning over them, but they are really overestimating their capabilities." Karl ate his food in a muffled voice, "Anyway, these Salvation Army troops will be out in three months.
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When the time comes, we may have to fight against the Imperial Church in the west, while at the same time detaching troops to support Fort Joan of Arc. I can guarantee that this will be the case then
This alliance is like this meatloaf. It tastes stinky, but you have to spit it out. It is meat after all. It is better to place the refugees in the Black Bone Swamp and call the old camp..."
"What are you doing? ? "
"Nothing. "
" Ask Shengsun and Laoying to join us, right? Mitnich helped him finish the rest of the sentence with a smile, "It's just that you don't like Lord Horn because he killed Darnay, right?" ”
Karl’s father was the leader of Duke Dardenne’s secret army, and their family was once the most valued steward of the Kush family.
The five hundred extraordinary knights in the Black Knight Brigade were all loyal vassals of the Kush family in the past, and they even made an oath that the Qianhe River Valley would never be a family again.
This leads to the fact that the Black Knights are obviously passed down from father to son, but they can only be illegitimate children from generation to generation.
They lost their title and family due to the church empire. Their biggest dream is to revive the Kush family and return the Thousand River Valley to the hands of the Kush family.
But after the incident at the Blue Blood Orphanage and Fort Joan of Arc broke out, Carl and his Black Knights were basically confused.
The Kush family that they regard as their master is secretly selling blue blood wine. Maybe the money used to support them is obtained from the trade of blue blood wine.
In this case, are they Qianhe Valley people or Kush people?
No matter what Darnay did, he was extremely kind to these black knights.
Their salaries were paid on time, and a lot of land was even purchased for them to live in their retirement years. They were not taxed and allowed to cultivate wasteland.
Even when Dardenne sold the Black Knights led by Karl to Catherine, it was only a 99-year lease.
Although it is essentially a sale, because only Catherine has the right to renew or not, and the Duke of Kush of Joan of Arc will most likely escape and become the Earl of Jiba Mountain.
Most of the extraordinary knights under Catherine's control have complicated feelings for Duke Kush of Castle Joan of Arc, and Karl, as the leader of the Black Knights, is the embodiment of this feeling.
After swallowing the meatloaf in three or two mouthfuls, Karl turned sideways and faced Mitternich.
"Yes, I don't like him. I know that Mr. Dacai deserves his punishment. Even the Holy Tree will agree. I... Alas, Mr. Dacai is a bad person, but he has never treated us badly. "
"He did those things after all," Mitny pointed out mercilessly, and his words were even vicious, "Maybe the armor you are wearing was exchanged for blue-blood wine. "
"We unanimously decided to sell those old Black Knight armors, use the money to build an orphanage, and then buy new armors with our own money." Karl's voice was unexpectedly hoarse.
"Is it enough time in three months? Instead of selling it, why not keep it and use the blood of the murderer to wipe away the dirt on it."
"Yes, three months to buy one It's too late to issue new armor for the knights, but the Salvation Army has to spend three months to develop a strong army to fight against the knights?"
Karl sighed: "If we really want to support Castle Joan, I will. They won’t lead the team. You go ahead, or let Sissi go.”
“Are you so sure that they need our support?”
“If they don’t need support, Why rush to form an alliance with us?" Karl threw the fork and silver coins on the table. "I can see through it. That Saint Sun is not stupid. He is smarter than anyone else. He is hiding in the mountains and enjoying the benefits, but we want to help him spread the word. Reputation.”
"Huh, liar!"
(End of this chapter)