1 Squire
The morning mist in the town of Sherya has not yet dissipated, and a rapid sound of horse hooves rings from outside the town. The sound of horse hooves gradually slowed down, but became clearer and clearer.
The residents in the stone house habitually curled up and covered their heads with blankets to isolate the annoying and punctual sound of horse hooves.
"Damn it, why can't he be a little late? "A townsman angrily covered his head with the quilt." I really hope that asshole would stumble and die on the ground."
"Hmm! That's impossible. He has been a squire for three years and his riding skills are not much worse than those of the knights. If you want him to fall off the horse and die, unless it's on the battlefield, "the woman habitually refuted her man.
During the conversation, the sound of horse hooves had already entered the town, and the woman habitually counted. One, two, three, four...
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, turning the street and finally stopping, when the woman finally stopped dreaming. And the man on her is still working hard to make a girl. He already has five sons, and the heavy financial pressure has forced men to use their daughters to alleviate it.
"Dear Knight, everything has been prepared according to the requirements. "In front of a newly opened tavern in the center of the town, two servant lift a large leather bag with difficulty and handed it to the guest at the door.
"I'm just a squire, I haven't become a knight yet. "The guest sat on the saddle and reached out to pick up the leather bag and hang it on the warhorse. Take out a large leather bag from the pocket next to the saddle and throw it to the two guys.
"Tomorrow, on top of the original food, add another pound of meat."
"I will obey your orders, revered Knight. "A servant quickly grabbed the leather bag and looked at the large and strong body on the horse. He flattered," Your excellency is inevitable to become a knight. And I practice now."
"Haha! "The squire laughed loudly. "Flattering, but I like it. "Then he turned his horse and headed towards the outside of the town.
The thick morning mist engulfed the figure of the squire, and the crisp sound of horse hooves gradually became urgent, but the sound became smaller and smaller. The woman in the stone house come to high, while the two servant outside the tavern muttered curses.
"Damn it, if I compliment him a few words, he really consider himself a knight. This miser didn't even give us a tip of a penny! "The guy who just flattered the squire couldn't hear the sound of horse hooves anymore, and immediately cursed in a low voice.
He remembered a little money he had received from a squire in another manor a few days ago, which not only allowed him to make a fortune in the casino, but also fucked a widow in the town. Thinking of the widow, he disliked the squire even more.
"Do you want to die? If others hear your complaints, they may informed him. Then he cuts off your head, and I have to go and find another companion. "Another guy habitually tugged at his companion's clothes, then shuddered and stomped his feet.
" Hurry in and warm up for a while, and the other squire from the other manors will come later."
The servant muttered as he entered the tavern, and after the squire left the town, his spiked riding boots kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and the horse galloped towards the Knight's Manor.
The strong horse lifted the huge body of the squire and tore through the thick fog, galloping quickly to detach the hat from the squire's hooded cloak, revealing a bald brain bag.
There are five scars on his bald head, the most severe of which extends from his forehead to his head. If a wandering mercenary or powerful knight see it, he will definitely recognize that the scar was cut by the most famous Oxhorn axe in the Castu region.
It should be noted that Castu's Oxhorn axe was a top-notch and powerful weapon for the entire Latour dynasty. People who use this type of axe are often very powerful characters. And those who can survive from the Oxhorn axe often have very good skill.
Following the stone road that had just been built a few years ago, the servant passed through a small forest, crossed three small rivers, and then bypassed five low hills. The destination appeared in front of the squire.
The area surrounded by several hills formed a not too large flat land, with a manor in the center that could accommodate two or three hundred people. This manor has a high stone wall and a trench that is not very deep and can only block the impact of the mob.
Slowing down the speed of the horse, the bald squire habitually turned his neck a few times, and a loud and crunch was transmitted from the thick neck.
"Open the door! I'm back, "the bald squire shouted loudly, then lowered his head and looked at the simple trench in front of him.
"Knight should follow my advice, dig deeper into this trench, and then tame some venomous snakes. This way, not only can they dispose of some leftovers in the manor, but they can also intimidate those mobs."
Habitually thinking about the idea he had thought of a long time ago, imagining the scene of those mobs who were unwilling to cultivate the land falling into the snake pile and struggling, he couldn't help but chuckle in a low voice.
This chuckle made several guards inside the courtyard wall feel a bit scared when they were using the stone tower to lower the suspension bridge. Because the expression of the bald squire is really scary.
His face was hard featured, along with several unhealed scars and his fierce eyes, always made people feel that he was constantly thinking of picking up weapons to kill the enemy, and then opening his big mouth to lick the blood stains on his weapon.
The winch turned and made a creaking sound. Two hemp ropes as thick as their arms slowly lowered the suspension bridge.
"Damn it, I knew those lazies hadn't applied grease to the winch yet. Hehe, what expression will they have when this winch is destroyed? "The bald man moved with his gaze as the suspension bridge fell, constantly estimating how far his horse needed to charge in order to jump up and cut the hemp ropes on both sides as soon as possible.
Bong!
The suspension bridge fell to the ground, and the bald horse rode forward. The guards on the stone tower inside the courtyard dared not check his identity card according to the rules. Because of his irritable personality and strong physique, they have suffered a lot.
At the beginning, the bald squire had just arrived at the manor from a rural village, and there were guards who made it difficult for him to enter and exit the manor at will. That night, he was beaten severely by the squire, and three guards who went to help also received a beating. From then on, gradually no more guards would trouble him.
Later on, the squire persuaded the knight to change the entrance of the manor, and after creating the suspension bridge, the guards dared not embarrass him, who was both violent and appreciated by the knight.
Entering the manor, the bald squire picked up a bottle of ale from his leather bag and threw it to the guard on duty.
"How many times have I told you, don't worry about that oil? It won't cost you a penny. Every three days, you have to apply a layer of oil on the winch. This is your fourth day, and after breakfast, if you haven't applied oil on it yet, then wait to be beaten."
The squire roared angrily, and the peaceful manor gradually became lively due to his roar.Some servants get up to boil water and cook, some chop firewood and pick manure, and some feed livestock.
In short, the servants in the manor have become accustomed to being awakened every morning by the loud voices of the bald squires. Because this bald butler would shout at the door every time he returned from buying food. Either roaring at the guard's untidy attire, or cursing at the guard's lack of spirit. In short, all kinds of strange words can emerge from the mouth of the bald squire.
After shouting, the squire followed the path inside the manor and flew straight towards the center. Although the war horse ran for a continuous distance of thirty to fifty miles, it was somewhat tired, but under the owner's spiked boots, it still accelerated its speed and ran towards its destination.
The manor is not large, covering only over 300 acres. The horses galloped and soon arrived at their destination: the kitchen. A gathering place where more than ten women were mixed with three to five men.
"There's an extra pound of meat inside, added to my portion three times. "The squire pulled off his leather bag and threw it onto the shelf outside the kitchen, then turned his horse to the stable at the opposite corner.
The layout of the buildings in the manor is very reasonable, and the road leading to the stables is very wide, and there are no sundries piled up yet.
After throwing the war horse to the servant to feed and wash, the squire walked towards the very center of the manor. There is a spacious stone house there, which is not only used for knights to issue political orders, but also a place for servants to dine.
The owner of the manor, an old knight, would wait there every morning for his eleven squires to dine together and give them some instructions. If time permits, some battlefield skills will be simply taught to the squires.
Of course, these techniques were dictated by the old knight, who had not personally demonstrated them to the young squires for many years.
Along the way, a servant saw a bald squire passing by and quickly stood on both sides of the street bowing his head in salute. The playful children looked curiously at the broad black cloaks, spiked long riding boots, and cowhide pants of the squire.
The bald squire tightly covered his cloak, which covered his body and made him looks like more heavy.
But the children don't care about this, they know that he is very kind to them. Therefore, whenever encountering a bald squire, innocent children would follow the squire for a distance, listen to the crisp sound of riding boots on the stone slab, and seriously discuss with their companions what kind of paint was applied to the dark red colors on the spurs.
