mousepad-d2 Chapter 5 Conditions for Joining the Knights
Chapter 5 Conditions for Joining the Knights
Roger tried his best to bandage the wound carefully. Fortunately, both of them had only injured their arms. He only needed to sprinkle some medicine powder on the wound and then wrap it tightly with a cloth to secure it.
Throughout the bandaging process, the two men from Mettenheim gritted their teeth and remained silent, letting the inexperienced and clumsy Roger complete the entire operation in a flurry of activity.
afterwards,
Roger carefully put the medicine bottle and the remaining strips of cloth into the bag, tied the bag tightly, and then went to the knight's side and handed him the bag.
Without a word, the knight took it and stuffed it into his mount's bag.
The long-legged knight was also secretly surprised by his own impulsiveness, having inexplicably lent his personal belongings to a stranger.
Just as Roger was about to express his gratitude, the knight ignored him, immediately turned his horse around and rode away to his companion, riding alongside the tall knight.
The two reined in their horses and stood still, waiting in silence.
The rescued civilians were cleaning up the battlefield and gathering all the usable items left behind by the bandits. Some of them even got into a fight over the weapons left behind by the bandits.
In this dog-eat-dog world, for the underprivileged, possessing weapons is their only means of fighting against death.
Fortunately, an old man, taking advantage of the fact that the two knights hadn't left, stopped the fight...
No one dared to disturb the two knights' peace and quiet.
These knights in plate armor were a level that ordinary people could never reach in their entire lives.
After everything was gathered, the commoners, seeing that the two knights remained standing still without making any move, could only wait along with them.
After waiting for a while, a knight's figure finally appeared on the horizon.
The newcomer was another griffin rider who had gone to pursue the bandit leader.
At this moment, he was guiding his mount forward slowly, holding the reins of another horse in his hand.
Upon seeing his companion appear, the small knight secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that they were worried about their companions' safety; they had unwavering faith in their companions' abilities.
Seeing his companion leading the bandit leader's skinny horse, the outcome was obvious, and he was completely relieved.
……
At the signal of the burly knight, the eager commoners surged forward, and Rogge joined them.
Upon approaching, the common people bowed deeply, knelt on the ground, and repeatedly expressed their gratitude.
Roger, who was standing beside him, was stunned by the sudden turn of events.
He never imagined that kneeling and bowing to these common people would be such a commonplace and trivial matter.
But he was different.
From childhood to adulthood, Roger only performed the kneeling ceremony a handful of times when worshipping his ancestors.
Normally, his knees never bent for anyone...
He stood there, stunned.
Through the gap, he could feel the undisguised scrutinizing gaze of the petite knight.
Roger subconsciously tucked in his rather prominent single abdominal muscle.
Even with his thick skin, he suddenly felt inexplicably embarrassed...
Looking at the civilians kneeling all over the ground, Roger suddenly felt somewhat out of place.
He was torn between whether to adapt to the times, follow the crowd, and try kneeling down.
But the understanding ingrained in his bones for over twenty years made it impossible for him to bend his knees no matter what.
My face felt hot and my scalp felt numb.
Fortunately, the Great Knight didn't keep him waiting long; a deep, resonant voice came through the mask:
"Get up, all of you. This is our duty."
"It's difficult for us to remount while we're in armor, so please don't mind our arrogance."
The Grand Knight's voice was loud and clear, but Rogge sensed the sincerity in his tone, and his words always conveyed a sense of respect for commoners and humility.
Upon hearing this, the commoners all stood up, and an older commoner stepped forward, bowed, and said:
"Thank you so much, esteemed knights, for saving our lives!"
We are villagers of Ryze. Our village was ransacked by this gang of bandits, and many of our fellow villagers were brutally murdered by them!
"If it weren't for your help, we might all have died on the journey."
"Don't mention it, it's what we should do."
"Gentlemen knights, may we ask your names?"
Upon hearing this, the Great Knight calmly spoke:
"It's inconvenient for us to disclose our whereabouts; we don't want too many people to know."
The old man was momentarily speechless at the Great Knight's directness and frankness. He had some thoughts he hadn't yet expressed, and his face gradually turned red.
Rogge stood in the crowd and silently observed the two knights' attire.
Although the two knights wore silver-black plate armor, the emblems on their chests were completely covered by black robes, making it impossible for ordinary people to identify them as griffin knights.
Rogge was able to recognize the knights' identities only thanks to his keen insight.
These knights had no intention of revealing their identities, and even now, they still wore their heavy barrel helmets.
"Is there anything else?"
The great knight glanced at the expectant commoners surrounding him, and for a moment felt somewhat helpless. He frowned slightly inside his barrel helmet.
The old man finally mustered his courage, his voice trembling slightly:
"Sir Knight...we...we are homeless. The village has been burned down, and we can never go back!"
"My lords, I beg you, could you please take us with you...?"
"We're sorry, but we can't help you with your requests..."
The Grand Knight understood the old man's request for protection, and once again reluctantly refused.
The old man thought the knight hadn't understood him and was about to try again when the great knight interrupted him directly:
"I'm sorry, the three of us have important matters to attend to, and we cannot take you with us or escort you to the nearest town."
Upon hearing this, the old man's expression darkened; the great knight had completely blocked all his requests.
He also understood that the knights had important matters to attend to and dared not ask for more.
It was already an immense blessing that the knights were able to rescue them on their way.
"Very well, thank you so much, sir knights, for saving my life!"
As the old man spoke, he knelt down again and kowtowed deeply, his attitude sincere.
The knights who had gone to pursue the bandit leader had arrived, and Roger knew they would be leaving soon.
Unfortunately, he didn't learn any more useful information.
His Eye of Insight cannot directly obtain information such as the names of strangers unless their names are marked on their plate armor.
These knights seemed to be concealing their whereabouts, not revealing any personal information.
Seeing the three about to leave, the old man seemed to remember something and quickly asked:
"Sir Knight, we found some valuables and weapons on the bandits. Shall we fetch them for you now?"
"No need, keep it for yourselves for self-defense. We're leaving!"
The great knight seemed somewhat reluctant to do so, and reined in his horse, offering the following advice to the group:
"We'll be heading north, clearing out some bandit gangs along the way... You might be safer heading north..."
"Yes, my lord!"
The old man, having received guidance, beamed with joy, his face no longer showing such confusion.
Regardless of the country, villagers rarely leave the area of their hometown.
It wasn't just because they didn't know the way or were restricted by the kingdom's laws,
Furthermore, along this route, there were bandits, robbers, and ruthless rogues running rampant.
After the Grand Knight finished speaking, the three of them turned their horses around together.
Roger snapped out of his daze and instinctively shouted:
"Gentlemen...gentlemen knights, I would like to ask how I can join you?"
Hearing Roger's impulsive yet hopeful words, the knights neither responded nor turned around, continuing to steer their horses forward at a slow pace.
A wave of barely concealed disappointment washed over Roger.
Just as he was feeling dejected...
The smaller knight suddenly turned his horse around, reined in his horse, and looked at Rogge. His gentle voice slowly came from inside the barrel helmet:
"Want to become my knight... that's not impossible."
First, you need to have a sufficiently high reputation and prestige;
Second, you need to gain the approval of all of us;
Third, you also need to have enough family wealth…
"Of course, the most important prerequisite is that you can beat most of the bandits first!"
Young people~
Hone your skills, learn about the world, and become stronger!
Accompanied by a faint, mocking, and barely suppressed giggle coming from inside the helmet, the knight spurred his horse and rode away.
Roger felt his ears getting hot.
How could he not understand the knight's meaning?
Just now, even though he was tall and strong, he was beaten back by the bandits and had no power to fight back. If the knight hadn't come to his rescue, he would probably be a corpse by now.
Watching the knights gradually disappear on the horizon, Roger scratched his head and let out a long sigh.
The hardships of the past few days have made him even more resilient.
He was only teased a couple of times, which was better than losing his life. The embarrassment he felt was quickly forgotten.
The elderly commoner led the group back, saying they wanted to divide the collected supplies among themselves.
Roger realized it was time to summarize their gains, and that they should distribute the supplies and set off again...