Chapter 511： 511: Noble language

The Valkyrie troops are indeed made up of all women, but are this group of women ordinary women?

That was the unit that gathered the toughest ladies in the entire city of Merlot.

Among them, Mordred needless to say, Melo City's strongest knight instructor, in terms of combat effectiveness alone, Melo City's knights are the strongest, even Arthur and Gawain consider themselves not their opponents.

Captain Ashley is also a master swordsman. Among them, the Valkyrie troop is now divided into two parts, the main force is the Valkyrie, and there is only one team in total, but the female soldier in it is also a junior professional.

Another unit is called the Valkyrie Army, which is the reserve force of the Valkyrie Army. It has three wing sizes. Except for a few officers who are professionals, most of them are ordinary soldiers. As long as they become professionals, they are eligible to become the official Valkyrie Army. member.

Coupled with Aslan's preference for the Valkyrie army, it is no exaggeration to say that its equipment is no worse than its Merlot army.

"What did you just say?" The patrol squad leader drew out the long sword, and the long sword burst into red light in his hand.

"Senior Swordsman!" the guard said in surprise.

Duke Durandal also looked over curiously.

"A few of you should apologize honestly. The Captain of the Valkyrie Troop is famous for his shortcomings and angered him. You are not facing one or two strong mentors." The veteran saw the female squad leader. He was eager to try, and quickly reminded.

Duke Durandal was a little surprised at this moment. The other party actually had a background of instructor-level powerhouses. In order not to affect the subsequent penetration of the people, Duke Durandal gave a wink at the head of the bodyguard.

The chief bodyguard could only stand up helplessly: "Sorry, I apologize to you for the mouthy I just subordinated."

"Is this an apology?" The female squad leader became even more angry when she saw the appearance of the head guard.

The veteran immediately shouted: "Squad leader Tan Li, have you forgotten what the lord once said? The school is a sacred place of civilization, the future of the young people in Merlot City. The young people make the country strong! The young people make the country strong! The young people make the country rich! You Do you want to do it in front of the school?"

The veteran's words made the female squad leader Tan Li immediately stimulated, and she quickly put away the long sword in her hand and lowered her head to say something.

"Sorry! I was impolite just now."

Duke Durandal was shocked, and he savored what the veteran had just said.

"A strong young man makes a country strong! A young man makes a country strong! A rich young man makes a country rich!"

This time, Duke Durandal did not have the arrogance at the beginning, but lowered his posture to apologize in person. Squad leader Tan Li nodded in satisfaction, pointing to the guards and letting him retreat aside.

"The lord has orders! Those who enter the school, the nobles get off the cart, the knights get off the horse, and they are not allowed to enter the school with weapons." Tan Li said firmly.

Duke Durandal nodded and asked the guard to hand over the weapon. The head of the bodyguard wanted to refuse, but was glared back by the Duke Durandall and handed over the sword obediently.

The environment inside the school is very good, and the greenery is no worse than the courtyards of many nobles, so Duke Durandal couldn't help but nod.

"Looking at how many of you look like, they should all be veterans of a hundred battles on the battlefield! Why don't you continue to use your residual heat in the army?" Duke Durandal asked if he had something to say.

The veteran shook his head and said: "We also want to, but if the body is disabled and the combat effectiveness is not as good as the peak period, we can only retire."

"Retired!" Duke Durandal was a little surprised, but he didn't pay much attention to this word, and it was probably the same as dismissal.

"Your lord is really too much! Obviously you are still qualified fighters."

The veteran was not angry. He shook his head and said: "We consider ourselves qualified fighters, but Lord Lord does not allow it. He said that we have already paid a heavy price to defend Merlot, and we should stop and rest. Then the war will be handed over. It’s time for the recruits to take charge, and it's time for us heroes to live a good life."

"Hero!" The chief guard sneered and smiled.

The veteran was also very embarrassed and said: "I also don't think I deserve the title of hero. What kind of hero I am, is it not just a dozen soldiers from the Ten-party Alliance who died in the defense of Melox."

At this time, many children playing in the playground saw the veterans coming, and stopped and raised their hands in salute.

The veteran also straightened his back and raised his hand in return.

When Duke Durandal saw this scene, his face couldn't help being solemn, because he didn't see a trace of awe in the child's eyes, but a simple and unpretentious admiration.

These children may be admiring the deeds of the veterans, or they may be admiring the veterans' previous occupations.

No matter which one, it proves the quality and thinking of the students of this school, as long as they are properly trained, they are all born professional knights.

"There are fifteen teaching buildings in the school. Each teaching building consists of five floors. Each floor has four classes. Each class has 40 to five students. The Merlot No. 1 Primary School is the education of the entire Mellock Province. The elementary school with the best level and quality." The veteran said proudly.

Duke Durandal couldn't help showing a solemn expression.

"This school actually has more than 12,000 students." Duke Durandal said in shock.

The captain of the guard behind him couldn't help but breathe in a cold breath.

With more than 10,000 students, can there be so many people in Merlot that can afford to send their children to school?

"Almost this number." The veteran said with a smile.

Duke Durandal couldn’t help showing a gleam of light in his eyes. He suddenly saw a little girl sitting under a big tree, watching with a book in her arms, and walked over curiously. When he saw the book in the little girl’s hand clearly, Can not help but reveal a touch of surprise.

It is a complete book of knight training rules and cavalry group tactics that nobles are qualified to learn.

"Are you a child of the noble family?" Duke Durandal asked in aristocratic language.

This aristocratic language is only circulated among the nobles, and even knights are not qualified to learn it.

Obviously, he took it for granted as a nobleman.

Hearing someone say hello, Gwennaville raised his head subconsciously, quickly closed the book, and looked at the kind-looking old man who suddenly appeared in front of him in confusion.

"Noble! No, I never thought I was a noble." Gwynnaville did not answer in aristocratic language, but in the lingua franca of the mainland. Aslan did not ask her to learn aristocratic language, it was all that Altria taught her. Yes, and she very much agrees with Aslan's words.

Only the language that the people can understand is the real language. As long as a few people can master the language, it is just an inferior means to separate the aristocracy from the people.

When Duke Durandal heard this, he was taken aback. It was obvious that the little girl in front of him could understand him, but the answer was somewhat intriguing.