Knight's Journey

It was a green tent of more than ten square feet, and on either side of the large tent were a number of rare contraptions, small red trees in flower pots, pearl after pearl attached to the underside of a metal frame suspended in mid-air, a grayish-brown bearskin, and a wooden carving of an eagle soaring ...

 In short, Cæsar recognized some of them as things of great value, and others he did not recognize, and thought them even more extraordinary.

Directly in front of the tent was a wooden table glowing orange and red with oil, and to the right was a huge screen obscuring the view behind it, which Caesar judged to be the place where Soren slept.

A young man with light red pupils, black hair, and an upright figure stood in front of the desk, and he looked faintly at the gray-haired, curious-looking sergeant in front of him, who was close to his age. The young man with red pupils was Soren, an iconic feature that showed he possessed the bloodline of the noble Marquis of Sandru's family in the royal capital.

Soren recognized this Caesar who was now in front of him, carrying two bottles of ale. It must be said that Caesar's disheveled gray hair at the moment was very comical with his worn out leather armor plus the image of him carrying two bottles of ale.

Yes, it was comical, Soren who possessed a deep noble cultivation was commenting on Caesar as comical at this time, however, after considering that this was an actual commoner of ordinary commoner origin, Soren was relieved and instead had some interest in him.

This gray-haired, but the body is even stronger than him, the captain of the squadron, in the past two days not a few appeared in his ears, the troops are going to be deployed, but the third and fourth squadrons were crippled by two squadrons still need two lieutenant commanders, the rear of the new recruits have arrived, however, the lieutenant commanders are really delayed to be determined.

Several times in a row, the selection of the lieutenant commander was not finalized, one is that there are several people who meet the standard, but there are only two positions, this kind of real power position is staring at an unknown number of people. Secondly, the first two figures of the barracks have not yet issued a number, his father, Baron Kyle and Soren's teacher, Grand Captain Will Knight. The two of him hadn't given the word, and anything else was a waste of time.

Caesar was also one of the more vocal ones, and surprisingly, two lieutenant captains recommended him, even though both of them were the first and second captains of his squadron. After all, these people were all born as commoners and didn't understand the trade-offs between nobles, both squadron captains promoting their own men, such a crude way of pulling a mountain out of the ground, it simply made Soren grin.

Of course Caesar's strength, seniority are up to standard, and even has a notable reputation in the battalion, reputation is something that is especially important in the military camp, which not only allows him to sit firmly in the position underneath, but also strengthens the ability to fight as a team. As for age, young master Soren is annoyed by this.

Soren was 19 years old this year, and didn't he enter the barracks as a vice-captain of the cavalry lieutenant as usual? Although he only entered the barracks last year, because he was a cavalryman, and the subsequent Battle of the Great Canyon of Fermor didn't enter the most dangerous scramble, so he didn't experience the mill of blood twice.

As for Caesar, he has been in the army for four years and has fought all the big and small battles, so ask the recruits who they serve the most, Brother Caesar. So, overall Caesar promotion may be fifty-fifty. Look at Caesar at this time carrying ale, slightly nervous looking at his appearance, Soren also understand eight points, this man's brain is good ah, Soren thought.

"My lord, I'm Caesar from the 2nd Squadron, I just got two bottles of good wine the other day, I'll give you a taste." After the first few seconds of curiosity and nervousness, Caesar immediately adjusted and respectfully bowed his head, and flashed the two bottles of ale.

"Well, that's good, put it there." Soren pointed to the side shelf. Caesar carefully placed the wine on the shelf, and he quickly swept another glance at the curiosities on the shelf, he was curious about them.

After putting it away Caesar retreated back to his position in the center of the tent, his eyes lowered, and Soren looked at Caesar with such respectful upbringing that he added to Caesar's favor. "What town are you from?" Soren casually asked. "My lord, I am from Iron Mine Town." "How old are you this year?"

"My lord, I am 18 years old." Soren raised his interest, all said that Caesar was too young to assume the position of squadron leader, all said that he was small in age, Soren really didn't know that it was so small, a year younger than him. He looked at Caesar, who had a long beard under his handlebars and a mature face at the moment, and he had a preconceived notion that he was in his twenties.

"I heard that you participated in the bloody battle of Gordon's Heights?" Soren asked with slight interest. "Yes, my lord." This battle that could be said to be the battle of national fortunes between the Kingdom of Shiloh and the Kingdom of Garrel, Soren hadn't heard much about it from the veterans around him, but these people were all veteran soldiers, and Soren didn't believe them when they recounted how valiant they were and how they had killed the enemy.

His teacher, Knight Will, a high-ranking Knight Squire, told him that even he was seriously injured in that battle, personal bravery couldn't even turn over a flower in the bloody battle of more than 100,000 people. Not to mention that he is a high-ranking Knight Squire, even the peak level Knight Squire can not, peak level Knight Squire is the level of the army chief, high-ranking Knight Squire is the level of the regiment chief, we have to say that Baron Kyle with a baronial territory can cultivate a high-level Knight Squire, indeed can not be underestimated.

"Can you tell me about it? Just tell me about yourself." Soren demanded impatiently and invited Caesar to sit in a resting position on the left side of the tent, "This is a couch, the Shilohs are quite good at enjoying themselves, it was captured in the Lord's mansion the last time they breached the city of Fingol." Soren introduced.

"Thank you, my lord." Caesar thanked him and sat down on the "couch" in a formal manner. Seeing how inquisitive Soren was, Caesar thought to himself, "Here's your chance."

Caesar was not a good storyteller, he just mechanically told what he had seen and heard, there was no blood, no passion, but it was vivid, Soren was tired of listening to exaggerated descriptions, this kind of experience like a small bridge of ordinary people facing a war that they could not live with, appealed to him.

Caesar told of the bloody battle that took place in the late autumn of his third year in the army, of how he was then fighting as a lancer following under Uncle York, and he recounted to Master Soren what he had seen and heard of huge balls of fire sliding down from the sky, cold ice picks piercing through the hardest armor, and powerful men in heavy armor on warhorses slashing out waves of air that cleaved over whole squads of men and horses.

The more Soren listened the more interested he became, hearing stories from different people was very different, he obviously enjoyed listening to the stories told by Caesar more than the Will Knight, he substituted himself into Caesar's experiences, the menace, the excitement of it overwhelmed him.

For Caesar said fireballs, ice picks and other supernatural attacks, Soren still know a little, but he is not qualified to touch these, when he inherited the title to get a glimpse of what. So he is more concerned about the kind of knight strongman that Caesar said, he also practiced fighting energy, and knows that to reach a sword cut over ten people at least is a middle-ranked knight squire level strength, he so far is only an entry-level knight squire, this is still he is from the age of nine years old began to cultivate the family heirloom fighting energy.

"Does that kind of powerhouse sweep everything away?" Soren asked.

Caesar shook his head, "I've only seen a powerhouse of that level once, I don't know if the others swept through everything, but that knight was immediately overwhelmed by the surrounding soldiers after mowing down a squad, and was dead to be seen after inspiring a three-foot high blood splatter."

Soren obviously couldn't accept this fact, middle ranked Knight Squire level powerhouses were at least at the level of Grand Captain in both countries' armies, and a powerhouse of this level died so simply? Plainly like a normal person, he was just killed and drowned by the sea of people.