Warhammer Throne

"At that time, the barbarian warriors raised their shields and spears. The formation was really scary, but I was not timid. I followed a white wolf knight and rushed into the barbarian army with them. In, my beloved horse ran into a barbarian tribe..."

"Stop, stop, stop, this... Mr. Ike? Please allow me to correct your small mistake, that is, the White Wolf Knights did not participate in the Wenler offensive and defensive battle at all. At that time, the White Wolf Knights were working Winter City rested. It was the cavalry of the White Bear Mercenary Group who participated in the Wenler offensive and defensive battle, and they had never charged.” Teresa unceremoniously interrupted Knight Ike’s thoughts.

"Oh! No wonder I thought the white wolf on the banner was so fat at the time~" The handsome guy corrected him immediately.

"The White Bear Mercenary Corps is just acting as the responsibility of logistical protection, together with Wenler's spear." The female warlock stretched out her small hand and ignited the fire. The heat from above made her feel very comfortable.

Well, it would be better if that man could chat with her by her side at this time.

"Ah, that's right! I said that the brethren of the Long Spear Company are really good and they are very friendly to me. They also brought out marinated venison for me to eat..."

"Wenler's spear company is a group of businessmen and craftsmen. It is notoriously poor in combat effectiveness and stingy. It likes to blackmail the villagers on the marching route..." The female warlock corrected again, her beautiful face was completely helpless. .

"But there are always a few good people among them, aren't they? After that..."

"Theresa, are you feeling better?" A gentle voice interrupted Ike's chattering. Ryan didn't know where to go and then returned after a round: "What can I do for you?"

"Can you pour me a glass of juice, Ryan?" The sorcerer showed a bright smile at the visitor, like a bright red rose blooming in the proud snow, and then she smiled at Ike: "Mr. Ike Let me leave you alone, my male companion is here."

"Oh! Oh! Okay, I'm sorry to bother you." Ike's gaze greedily swept across the White Wolf Knight badge on Ryan's chest, and then he slammed his shoulders: "Please, Mr. White Wolf Knight."

After speaking, Ike turned to another table and continued to brag about his story, but this time the content was replaced by how he cleverly coordinated the White Bear Mercenary Corps and the Wenler Spear Company during the Wenler offensive and defensive battle. Relationship, reconcile their contradictions, and use their own efforts to turn the tide, successfully guard the story of the burden.

"Your admirer?" Ryan offered a glass of juice.

"No, no wandering knights." The female warlock took the juice and said with a grin: "There are too many such people. You should have seen these wandering knights?"

"Wait a minute, I forgot one thing when I came back." Ryan took out a blanket made of a whole white wolf skin from the space ring and handed it to Teresa. The female warlock felt warm. He took the blanket and put it on his lap: "This is yours?"

"Yes, you know, I am a white wolf knight, and occasionally I have to show respect to the lord of the white wolf." Ryan nodded, and he sat down beside the sorcerer.

Teresa also knows this. The White Wolf God of War, Urik, is a deity who advocates force and competition. This deity pays attention to weeding out the weak and admiring the strong. An important way to please the White Wolf God of War is the "White Wolf Trial." , The tester entered the snowfield alone, hunted a white wolf with his bare hands and went to the White Wolf Temple to sacrifice. The stronger the white wolf he hunted, the happier the White Wolf God of War.

It's just that the death rate of the trial is very high, and many outstanding young people are gone forever. This causes the nobles to not recommend their children to participate in this trial.

She wrapped her legs in a blanket, leaving only the toes of white high-heeled shoes outside. The female warlock was in a daze and felt that she had returned to her living room in Skydome Castle. Suddenly, she felt that this kind of banquet was not as bad as she had imagined. Take the initiative to talk to a man: "Another wandering knight, there are so many people like this recently."

"A radish has a pit, isn't it?" Ryan chuckled lightly.

As I said before, those with fiefs and titles are the knights of the kingdom.

The one with no title is the Ranger Knight.

And those without titles and titles are wandering knights.

Compared with the kingdom knights with fixed income, although the ranger knight does not have a fixed income, as a titled knight, his activities within the boundaries of his country will be recognized. The ranger knight does not have fixed income such as fief income or salary. However, they still have job income or military salaries, and when the country needs them, they must also respond to the call of the nobles to give them titles.

The wandering knight is the worst existence.

Wandering knights are not knights at all. They come from many sources. There are bankrupt knights who mismanage their titles, children of former nobles who have been deprived of their titles, illegitimate children of nobles who have inheritance rights, and wealthy adventurers or soldiers who have become wealthy through accumulation and hard work. What it looks like now.

Their common feature is that they have neither titles nor fiefdoms, and even some officers are inferior, because they have no positions or salary income, and they only have a set of basic equipment and horses.

These wandering knights follow the same route as their names, constantly wandering, and wherever they go, they will try their best to promote themselves, try their best to win a position, or get canonized by other nobles, and become ranger knights, if If they can’t do it, they will give priority to completing the lord or the church’s commission, earn a commission that is enough to live and maintain the horses, and then go to the next place and continue to wander, until one day a noble is willing to canonize him, or they are older Then choose to settle down.

There was once a very famous figure among the wandering knights, that is, the "Rose Knight" Taylor Buddha. This knight was the illegitimate son of a duke of the empire. His mother was a lowly laundress. After the dispute between the duke and the duchess This Taylor Buddha was ordered not to inherit any of the Duke’s property. After he became an adult, the Duke threw him a sword and brought a horse: "Taylor Buddha, you are not the medal on my clothes. There is no need to stay at home and go out. Wander around."

After that, the poor illegitimate son was swept out. This is the opening of the legend of "Rose Knight" Taylor Buddha.

"Mr. Ike has thick calluses on his index and middle fingers. I can see that he should be a good swordsman." Ryan watched the wandering knight bragging to the unknown soldiers. All kinds of credits, said to the female warlock maliciously: "I dare you to say that he must have seen your dress before he came up close. If he can have a good relationship with a lady, his future adventures will definitely be There is a lot of help."

"Tsk tusk tusk, Ryan, don't tell me, you are also suffering from the wickedness of those wandering knights?!" The female warlock seemed to suddenly think of something, and a dangerous aura appeared in her silver eyes.

"Hahahahaha!" Ryan laughed heartily, tears coming out of his smile.

Yes, the wandering knights are actually a group of restless guys. They quickly found a "shortcut" to make a fortune and make a fortune.

That is to treat those lonely lord's wives as little faces.

"So, I'm actually annoying these guys, you know? I often hear complaints from fellow White Wolf Knights in private. They always suspect that their wives are related to the wandering knights in the territory." Ryan complained casually. Said: "Does it matter that they don't have a B number in their hearts?"

"Hahaha~ Maybe they just don’t want to admit~" Teresa also snickered and chuckled, looking at the man next to her, the brilliance in her eyes flashed: "Are you really? Also... I heard about you and the king. Your majesty’s granddaughter Caroline once had a period..."

"Nonsense! I even only met Princess Caroline once." Ryan seemed unwilling to continue on this topic: "Can you tell me about your progress on Garland? There is the excavation of the ruins. What breakthrough?"

"No, since Rohart died inside, Aunt Martha said that she would stop exploring the depths for the time being." The sorcerer shook her head, and she picked up a bowl of corn ham soup. Use the silver spoon you brought to taste carefully.

"The ‘Big Band’ Rohart is also dead? Oh my God, this is the third legendary powerhouse of your Jialan to die." Ryan vomited, of course he knew what the Jialan Council was doing.

"Don't talk about it." The sorcerer seemed to think of something: "Can you tell me about Belt? How can a master hunter finally fall into the embrace of Chaos?"

"Bert? Indeed, Bert's life is generally divided into two stages." Ryan sighed: "Before he was 36 years old, he was an excellent demon hunter, cleaning up corruption, eliminating evil, and using himself. His scimitars and firecrackers purify those impure things, and they are also respectable masters of demon hunting."

"36 years old? What happened that year?" The sorcerer liked this environment very much, as if talking at night by a furnace, and the surrounding noise seemed less uncomfortable.

"A plague took away his family, his wife, and his daughter. After that, Belt became gloomy, did not like to talk, did not like to communicate with others, he shut himself in the house all day, and waited until England. After Archbishop Northen noticed something was wrong, it was too late." Ryan shook his head: "Tonight is a banquet. I don't want to talk about these things. If you want to listen, we can find a time to talk in detail later."

"Ms. Mercy bestows us the thin priest and the fat doctor, cheers~ Ryan" The sorcerer held up the juice.

"Cheers!" Ryan couldn't help smiling when he heard the saying.

This saying implies that the fat priest will not give much aid to the poor, and the treatment plan of the thin doctor is not very effective.

The level of medical care in this world is not very good. Because there are elves’ medical books for reference, it is better than the dark Middle Ages on the earth, but it is also quite limited. If it weren’t for his own psychic powers to purify germs, Ryan thought he had them. May be plagued by disease.

The two people chatted very pleasantly. The man’s humorous words made the woman laugh and cover her mouth. The beautiful and charming face of the sorcerer looked red by the fireplace. From time to time, she turned her head to look at Ryan’s handsome and handsome face, thinking about herself today. It still makes sense to dress up seriously.

Time slipped away quietly, and someone came to disturb them: "Mr. Lane?"

The visitor was Oliver. The imperial businessman finally found a chance to talk to Villard. Unfortunately, Villard refused to send troops to **** them. However, Lord Lord was relieved on some things, and Oliver had something to do. After harvesting, he hurriedly found Ryan.

But he just spoke, and immediately felt the extremely unkind gaze from Teresa. The female warlock's gaze was like a needle prick, and the imperial merchant's head suddenly felt pain like a needle prick.

This is not an illusion, but a real pain, because even Ryan can feel the magical fluctuations of the Sorceress.

It seems that her body has recovered a lot.

Seeing the upset look on Teresa's face, Ryan reached out and patted the back of the woman's long white lace gloves: "Theresa, business matters."

"So we didn't do business before?" Who knows that the woman turned her head unhappily, her silver eyes staring at him tightly through black-framed glasses with butterfly patterns, and her purple eye shadow shimmering slightly.

"When the discussion is over, we have time to have a good chat, don't we?" The man knew that he couldn't be angry with her at this time, so he whispered in her ear: "Of course I would like to spend more time with the beautiful you."

"Then let's go together." Teresa nodded, and the huge mental pressure lingering in the mind of the imperial merchant slowly faded. Oliver had sweat on his forehead, and he felt that walking with the caster was not so good for the first time.

Any of her anger may directly destroy the merchant's fragile life.

The spellcasters are affected by magic all the year round, and their personalities will change somewhat. Ice warlocks like Teresa are still good, but they have a colder personality and don’t like to talk to unfamiliar people, like Oliver learned that the fire wizard of Marienburg was extremely hot, and it was possible that any one of them would explode if he didn't agree with him.

Other spellcasters are also stubborn, such as the earth-based spellcasters have stubborn characters, and the transformational wizards are very good at dealing with the gossip spread among merchants. Some people even compiled a manual for this purpose "How to get along with the spellcaster" and Popular among adventurers and merchants.

When Ryan and Teresa followed Oliver to the round table where they discussed, all the men on the round table were amazed by the beautiful appearance and luxurious dress of the sorcerer, and then everyone felt that their head was pierced with needles. Sober up soon.

"Welcome, Mr. Lane, Ms. Teresa." But a middle-aged man who looked forty and a small man at the round table said in a hoarse voice. He has a thatch-like hair that looks like a long time. Not washed, the tattered cloak wrapped around his thin body, and it looked very unfit. This man looked like a farmer on the roadside, and belonged to a look that would be forgotten at a glance.

Very dangerous man, if Ryan didn't think wrong, this man should be Bilge, the head of the Grey Blade Mercenary Group.

interesting.