Chapter 5

The guards on the training ground have already prepared everything kukas needs. Logs, boulders and thorns scattered everywhere are full of.

The strong slave, wearing a half body armor and carrying a nail hammer in his hand, stood in the middle of the field. Around him, more than a dozen strong guards carried wax poles to surround him, but I was afraid he would take the opportunity to escape after he had weapons.

"You all spread out." kukas stretched out his hand to guide the guards, turned around and looked at the fully equipped slave, and said with a grim smile: "boy, now I'll give you a chance. As long as you can beat me, I'll let you live."

"Roar!" when the slave saw that the guards around him were scattered to the left and right, he didn't wait for kukas to finish talking, so he roared and rushed to kukas sitting on the war horse. "I will kill you and avenge my dead sister."

"You are not qualified yet." kukas sneered. He is now a hundred steps away from the slave. Although this distance is not enough for his war horse to charge, coupled with a large number of obstacles on the ground, it does not hinder his contempt for a slave.

The fighting and killing caused by some special reasons in the previous life, coupled with the knight training received in this world, he did not believe that an ordinary slave without cruel training could hurt him. Even if he was strong, he would not change the predetermined result.

Under the control of kukas, the war horse stepped lightly. Perhaps it smelled the smell of fighting, and the war horse hissed.

Fifty, forty, ten. When they were no more than ten steps apart, kukas shouted fiercely. This roar was several times louder than the roar of the slave just now. With the drinking of his life, the war horse ran frantically in front under the driving of kukas.

The sharp one horned battle axe crossed the slave's neck. The slave only heard a loud drink. Then he felt the endless wind rolling towards him, and then he lost all his senses.

"May the gods you believe bless you, so that you can reincarnate to the castu area again. At that time, I hope you can become a soldier or knight to fight with me again." kukas took off his helmet, shook his thick neck, jumped off his horse, dropped all his armor, and asked the guards to clean up the bodies on the ground, He continued to hone his skills.

With sufficient food, kukas practiced crazily and applied a lot of precious drugs to him to prevent muscle damage in his body.

The boring and full days passed day by day. Although kastu area is located in the north, and the winter has been relatively long, with the passage of time, the snow has disappeared a little, and the snowflakes falling in the sky are rare. Green weeds drill out of the soil. They try to stretch their stems and leaves to squeeze their own kind in order to compete for more sunshine.

It was early in the morning, when kukas was fighting with people on the training ground, a cavalry ran from the direction of the manor.

"Dear Lord kukas, the knight calls you back." the cavalry jumped off his horse and knelt down in front of kukas.

"The knight himself summoned?"

"No, it was the housekeeper's notice." the cavalry bowed his head and dared not look at kukas. Because he was really afraid of the evil knight and squire in front of him.

"Ha ha! Tell the housekeeper that I'll be there in a minute." kukas nodded his chin proudly to show that he knew about it.

The cavalry couldn't stay. He had to inform other knight guards outside, because every morning, Knight guards took their servants away from the manor, or went to a secret place to practice their skills, or went to a friend to have a rest. Now he only hopes that his speed can be faster and complete the things assigned by the housekeeper as soon as possible.

The cavalry left quickly. After kukas practiced a little more, he put on his armor and returned to the manor.

Katyusha's hooves stepped on the dirt road. After a long time of snow erosion, the originally flat road seemed a little muddy, making the speed of the war horse a little slower.

"It's early spring. What can we do for knights and squires? Can we supervise the civilians to reclaim wasteland and grow food crops? Damn it, if it's such a task, I must push it off."

Along the way, kukas kept thinking. For a moment, he thought that Ken could have a squire break through the restrictions and become a knight. He thought that the old knight had recovered from his illness and needed to call them back to set up a banquet to celebrate; Thinking that the old knight died alone in the early spring, the old housekeeper called them back for a funeral.

In this wishful thinking, kulas returned to the huge house.

More than half of the eleven knights and squires had come. They all sat quietly at the long table and waited silently. A maid brought exquisite cakes and wine, but none of the squires tasted it. Kukas, too, suddenly received the call of the old housekeeper, which made him very confused.

After more than two magic hours, eleven knights and squires gathered here, and the old housekeeper also appeared in front of them.

"Everyone, I'm sorry to disturb your free time. I have to regret to tell you that the territory needs you, the castu region needs you, and the Latour Empire needs you. Poor children, you are going to set foot on the battlefield again. I hope I can see you again." The old housekeeper trembled and groped out a roll of heavy parchment from the waist brocade bag, held it in his hand and said in a deep voice.

"There were a large number of mobs in castu. Among those mobs, the Empire found the figure of our old rival Stuart empire. In order to prevent accidents, the governor decided to summon all knights and knight attendants to eliminate those mobs as soon as possible."

"Old man, last autumn, you said that there were figures of the Stuart Witt Empire among the mobs, but we haven't seen half of the soldiers of the Stuart Witt empire. This year, you said there were their figures. Do you feel good fooling us?" kukas fiercely stood up, put his hands on the table, stared at the old housekeeper with fierce eyes and roared. He didn't like the old housekeeper to deceive himself, even if he was willing to do it at all.

"This is the order of the governor, not my old man." the old housekeeper covered his mouth, coughed a few times, tapped his finger on the table, and motioned kukas to sit down and listen to him.

"This mob was all caused by accident. Although it delayed your free time, I still hope you can clean up these mobs to prevent them from fleeing to the territory and causing serious harm to us." the old housekeeper stretched out his hand and handed the sheepskin roll to the squires to watch the contents in turn.