Transcendent Dawn

the next day.

Inside Wolf Castle.

Duke Frank looked at Sulu:

"Sulu Botley...Your bravery is gratifying, your kindness and compassion are more precious qualities...Please let me express my gratitude. I allow you to make a request of me!"

As soon as these words were uttered, Sulu suddenly felt many fiery eyes staring at him, and his jealousy was barely concealed.

In the eyes of many knight servants and guards, this is a shortcut to becoming a nobleman.

As long as you are not a fool, you will definitely choose the fiefdom!

"I have an extraordinary thirst for knowledge. If I can read all the books in the Duke's study, it will bring me supreme joy..."

Sulu was actually very upset with the Grand Duke who sent Mas over early in the morning to capture him to Wolfsburg, but he still made his own request.

This is a bit helpless.

After all, in this era, more knowledge is still in the hands of the nobles.

"It's... an unexpected request, and I agreed."

Frank fell silent, and with a look of regret or gloating, he agreed.

Of course, even though he agreed, in fact, some truly cherished books, such as books that recorded extraordinary professions or knight training, would definitely not be shown to him.

But Sulu didn't have much interest in those either.

He saluted, followed the servants to the study, and immediately pulled out a copy of "History of Witch Hunting: The Rise and Destruction of the Forest Witch" excitedly, and just stood there to read.

‘So there are wizards in this world too! '

‘However, their status is very subtle, they are both feared and desired... Even the court of the Kingdom of Dragon has raised a group of court mages. '

"In the folk, there are all kinds of evil legends about wizards, and there are occasional witch hunts..."

...

"He...he didn't understand my hint at all...this countryman! Stupid pig!"

In the hall, after many servants retreated, Mrs. Montfalley's complexion was a little distorted.

Even she was surprised that what she thought was a sure win turned into the current situation.

"My sister, you are going to be disappointed... The other party doesn't seem to care about the fief at all..."

Frank shrugged his shoulders: "It's really a very interesting little guy."

His level is very high, one more black iron knight or one less is nothing at all.

On the contrary, the group of people who followed, especially Knight Mas, were very upset about this.

This is a duke's solicitation, an olive branch extended by the kingdom's top nobles, how dare a mere pariah refuse?

Although the opponent is a black iron-level knight, already equivalent to a quasi-lord, he is not a real nobleman after all!

Mas Gill watched this scene, and after watching Grand Duke Frank leave, he walked a few steps and came to a knight: "Knight Andrews, long time no see!"

"Sir Mas...I heard that you were defeated by that little one with a sword?"

Cavalier Andrews was tall and strong, and Mas was already a tall man among ordinary people, but he was a head taller than Mas, with a swollen face and a very rude and cruel personality.

The muscles on Masi's face twitched: "He is a speed knight..."

"Excuses... If you advance to become the Bronze Knight,

His defense power has been greatly increased, his sword can only tickle you..."

Andrews laughed loudly, clenched his fists suddenly, his joints exploded, and a layer of bronze-like light appeared on his skin.

"You...you broke through?"

Mas Gill asked in surprise.

In this world, the nobles use the knight order as their strongest force and have a unique set of grading methods.

The lowest one is the knight squire, also known as the knight squire, who is an ordinary person who has mastered some power-generating skills and practiced hard, but has not been promoted to the professional level.

Then, there are the black iron knights, also known as formal knights, who can obtain the title of knight after hard work.

Going up is the Bronze Knight. They are more powerful, faster, and can temporarily harden part of their body, which is enough to resist the stabbing of swords, spears, and even crossbow arrows!

A bronze knight, no matter who joins the camp of any noble, will be canonized immediately, and there is no need to establish meritorious service to prove himself.

As for the higher ones, it is the silver and gold knights.

The fighting spirit defense of the Silver Knight can already spread all over the body, even if it is not wearing heavy armor, it is still a killing machine in war.

There is currently only one person in the entire Northland, and he is serving as the deputy head of the Northern Knights, in charge of most of the regiment's affairs.

Because the titular lords of the knights were all held by successive grand dukes, the other party is actually the real head of the knights.

The last golden knight has become a legend.

Perhaps there are one or two among the capitals of the kingdom, but they are just rumors.

"Yes, I broke through."

Andrews laughed loudly: "I'm already the squadron leader of the Knights of the North. Next time you see me, remember to call me sir! And... Put away your little thoughts, I just look reckless, I'm not a fool, you think Instigate me to deal with that kid? What good do I have?"

In the twilight era of the gods, how can a person who can train himself to the point of being comparable to a second-tier professional be a fool?

Masi's face changed for a while. At first he wanted to back down, but for some reason, when he thought of Sulu's age and that casual smile in the face of everything, he couldn't control it: "I won't Paying too much... After all, he is not a nobleman, but a commoner!"

A somewhat difficult negotiation began immediately.

...

night.

Sulu returned to the inn and tasted the craft of the innkeeper's daughter.

The other party looks average, but she is still very conscientious as a cook, and the pork sausage with sauce is particularly delicious.

Although he was also entertained in Wolfsburg, Sulu's face twitched a little when he thought of that lunch.

By chance, he saw the Duke's kitchen.

Dark, damp, dirty...All kinds of kitchen utensils are placed in disorder, and the ground is full of poultry, ducks and other livestock feces, which are almost close to vegetables and grains.

The cook at the waist of the bucket was covered in dirt, and she was fiddling with the grill and kitchen knife in a vulgar way, and she could flirt with the servants by the way.

In short, the picture is quite eye-catching.

"It is said that in this world...even the kitchen of the palace is of a similar standard...it is really hopeless."

Sulu immediately discovered that the innkeeper became more respectful, which may be the reason why he was invited into Wolf's Castle.

This directly led to a lot less greedy eyes coveting his purse.

"It doesn't matter... Take a short rest and go to the capital in a few days."

Sulu secretly made a plan: "No matter what, try to steal the Dragon Tomb!"

This is what I learned from today's reading. After the death of Dragon I, his successor built a rather magnificent mausoleum for him, and it seems that he buried the fallen dragon around him.

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