Chapter 1

The morning fog in shierye town had not yet dispersed, and a rapid sound of horse hoofs sounded from outside the town. The sound of the horse's hoofs gradually slowed down, but became clearer and clearer.

The residents in the stone house habitually curled up and covered their heads with quilts to isolate the annoying and punctual sound of horses' hoofs.

"Damn it, why can't it be later?" a townsman angrily covered his head with a quilt. "I really hope that boy stumbled and fell to the ground."

"Well, that's impossible. He has been a knight's retinue for three years. His riding skill is not much worse than those knights. He wants to let him fall off his horse and fall to death, unless on the battlefield." the woman habitually refuted her man.

While talking, the sound of horse hoofs had entered the town, and women habitually counted. "One, two, three, four... Here we are."

The sound of the horse's hoofs faded away, turned across the street and finally stopped. At this time, the woman stopped her fantasy. The man on her is still working hard to cultivate a girl. She already has five sons, and the heavy economic pressure has to make men want to ease it with their daughters.

"Dear knight, everything is ready as required." in front of a newly opened tavern in the middle of the town, two guys struggled to carry large leather bags and handed them to the guests at the door.

"I'm just a knight's squire, but I haven't become a knight yet." the guest sat in the saddle, reached out his hand to pick up the leather bag and hung it on the horse. He took out a large leather bag from the pocket next to the saddle and threw it to the two guys. "Tomorrow, on the basis of the original food, add a kilo of meat."

"All follow your orders, dear knight." a man quickly caught the leather bag and looked at the huge and strong body on the horse. The man swallowed his saliva and complimented: "it's sooner or later for adults to become knights. Let's practice now so as not to change our words in the future."

"Ha ha!" the knight's retinue laughed loudly. "You're the best flatterer, but I like it." then he turned his horse and turned to a layman in the town.

The thick morning fog engulfed the figure of the knight and his retinue, and the crisp sound of the horse's hooves gradually became faster and faster, but the sound became smaller and smaller. The women in the stone house reached the peak, and the two guys outside the tavern whispered curses.

"Damn it, if I compliment you, I really think I'm a knight. Miser, I don't know how to reward us with some copper coins." the man who just complimented the knight's squire could no longer hear the sound of horses' hooves, and immediately whispered curses. Think of a few copper coins obtained from the knight and squire in another manor a few days ago, which not only made him get a sum in the casino, but also paid some copper coins to sleep a widow in the town. Remembering the taste, he hated the knight even more.

"Do you want to die? Let others hear your complaint, and I can't say they will report. He will cut off his head at that time, and I'll go there to find my companion?" another guy habitually pulled his companion's clothes, then shivered and stamped his feet: "go in and warm up for a while, and the other squires in the manor will come later."

The waiter complained in a low voice and went into the tavern. After the knight's squire left the town, the spurred riding boots kicked the horse's belly hard and galloped towards the knight's manor.

The strong horse lifted the huge body of the squire, tore the thick fog, and ran quickly to peel off the hat from the squire's hooded cloak, revealing a bare brain bag.

There are three or five scars on the bald head, the most serious of which spread from the forehead to the top of the head. If wandering mercenaries or powerful Knights see it, they will recognize that the scar was cut by the most famous ox horn Tomahawk in kastu area.

You should know that castu's ox horn Tomahawk is a high-quality and powerful axe for the whole Latour Dynasty. People who use this kind of Tomahawk are often very powerful people. The strength of those who can survive from the ox horn Tomahawk is often very good.

Following the Qingshiban road just built a few years ago, the squire crossed a small forest, crossed three small rivers, and bypassed five low hills. The destination appeared in front of the squire.

The place surrounded by several hills forms a not too large flat land. In the middle of the flat land, there is a manor for 200 or 300 people. The manor has a high bluestone wall and a trench that is not very deep and can only stop the impact of the mob.

Slowed down the speed of the war horse, the bareheaded squire habitually turned his neck a few times, and a rattling sound was transmitted from the thick neck.

"Open the door! I'm back." the bald squire shouted at the top of his voice, and then looked down at the simple ditch in front of him.

"The knight should follow my advice, dig the trench deeper, and then domesticate some poisonous snakes. In this way, he can not only dispose of some leftovers in the manor, but also intimidate the mob." he habitually thought of the attention he had thought of a long time ago, imagining the scene that the mob who did not want to cultivate the land fell and struggled in the snake pile, He couldn't help laughing in a low voice.

This smile made several guards who were lowering the suspension bridge with the help of the stone tower feel a little scared. Because the expression of the bald squire is so scary.

With a face of horizontal flesh, several unhealed scars and fierce eyes, it always makes people feel that he wants to carry the guy to cut people all the time, and then open his big mouth to lick the blood on the weapon.

The winch turned with a creak. Two hemp ropes with thick and thin arms slowly lowered the suspension bridge.

"Damn it, I knew those lazy guys haven't applied grease on the winch. Hey, hey, when the winch is destroyed, I think you'll have some expression." the bald squire's eyes move with the drop of the suspension bridge, and his heart constantly estimates how far his war horse needs to charge to jump up and cut the hemp rope on both sides as soon as possible.

Bang! When the suspension bridge fell to the ground, the bareheaded retinue rode forward, and the guards on the stone tower in the courtyard wall dared not follow the waist token of the retinue required by the rules. Because the squire's irritable character and strong body made them suffer.

At the beginning, the baldheaded escort had just arrived at the manor from the rural village. The guards embarrassed him and prevented him from entering and leaving the manor at will. That night, he was severely beaten by the baldheaded escort, and three or five guards who helped in the past were also beaten by the way. From then on, gradually there was no guard to embarrass the bareheaded retinue.

Later, the baldheaded squire persuaded the knight to change the manor gate. After making the suspension bridge look like, the guards did not dare to embarrass the baldheaded squire, who was both violent and appreciated by the knight.

After entering the manor, the bald bodyguard took a bottle of ale from his leather bag and threw it to the guard on duty. "I've told you many times, don't love those animal oil, it won't cost you a copper plate. Apply a layer on the winch every three days. This is the fourth day. After breakfast, I think you haven't applied animal oil on it, so wait to be beaten!"

The bareheaded squire roared angrily, and the quiet manor was gradually lively because of his roar.

Some servants got up to boil water and cook, some hewed wood and picked dung, and some fed livestock. In a word, the servants in the manor were used to being awakened by the loud voice of the bald squire every morning. Because the bareheaded squire would roar at the door every time he came back from buying food. Either roar that the guard's dress is not neat, or curse the guard's spirit. In short, all kinds of strange words can be drilled out of the mouth of the bald squire.

After shouting, the bareheaded squire followed the path in the manor and ran directly to the center. The horse galloped thirty or fifty miles in a row. Although it was a little tired, under the owner's spurred boots, it still accelerated and ran towards the destination.

The manor is not big. It covers an area of only more than 300 mu. The war horses galloped and soon arrived at the destination: the kitchen. A gathering place of more than ten women mixed with three or five men.

"There's an extra kilo of meat in it, and it's added to my food three times." the skinhead pulled off his leather bag and threw it on the shelf outside the kitchen. Then he turned the war horse and ran towards the stables on the opposite corner.

The buildings in the manor are reasonably arranged, the road leading to the stables is very wide, and there is no sundries piled up.

After throwing the war horse to the servant to feed and wash, the squire walked towards the center of the manor. There is a large stone house, which is not only used for issuing decrees by knights, but also a place for the squires to eat.

The owner of the manor, an old knight, would wait there every morning for his eleven squires to have dinner together and tell them something by the way. If time permits, it will simply teach the squires some battlefield skills. Of course, these skills were dictated by the old knight, who had not 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 and bowed his head. Some playful children looked curiously at the squire's wide black cloak, long spurred riding boots and cowhide trousers.

The bald squire covered his cloak hard. The wide cloak covered his body, making people look a little heavy.

But the children don't care. They know that a fierce bald head is very kind to children. Therefore, after meeting the bareheaded retinue, the innocent children would follow the retinue for a distance, listen to the crisp sound of the riding boots stepping on the stone slab, and seriously discuss with their companions what pigment was applied to the dark red color on the Spurs.