The weeping moon crown and the old maple leaf mansion.
The crisp sound of swords clashing could be heard from the courtyard from time to time. After finishing the morning's transcription task, Jelann and his knights began to practice sword fighting.
Since it was just practice, not too many extraordinary abilities were used. It was more of an exchange of skills.
Things like combat require constant practice or use to maintain, otherwise if you don't touch the weapon for a long time, some reactions will gradually degenerate and fade.
Several great knights were also watching at the moment. Some of them were leaning against the tree trunks, some were sitting on the wooden stakes nearby, and more were just standing there watching.
"Linton is quite good. He can fight on par with His Highness." Several knights on the side commented on the figure fighting with Jelann.
The knight in the field was named Linton. He had short reddish-brown hair and wore a dark green robe with silver-white plate armor underneath. In battle, this knight was agile and sharp-eyed. Even though he was not as strong as Jelann, he could always handle the opponent's attacks well, and would counterattack from time to time to buy himself space and opportunity.
“Sizzle…”
The swords crossed again. Jelann used his strength to press down the opponent's sword, then slashed back and knocked the long sword in the opponent's hand away.
At this critical moment, Linton did not panic, but decisively let go to avoid the attacking sword. At the same time, he rolled on the ground, drew the dagger at his waist, and stabbed it at Jelann's back.
With a ding, the dagger hit the armor and then stopped.
The two men withdrew their hands, and the people beside them helped Linton pick up the sword.
"Your fighting style is more like a ranger." Jelann took the towel handed to him by the servant and commented while wiping his forehead.
"Hahaha, Your Highness really has a keen eye. He can tell the background of this Linton kid at a glance." The knight on the side laughed, then walked forward and explained one thing after another.
It turns out that although Linton was born into a noble family, their family traditions were rather strange. Males had to live in the mountains of the territory as family rangers during their youth.
During this time, the old hunters or rangers in the family would usually teach the youngsters some knowledge about survival in the mountains, as well as techniques for fighting wild beasts and monsters.
When they grow up, they will gradually enter the towns and villages at the foot of the mountain to handle some simple tasks, such as eliminating thieves and robbers, or driving away and killing monsters, etc.
In this way, when you reach adulthood, you will be recognized by the family and officially become a member of it.
Although life was difficult in childhood and adolescence, it is undeniable that this also allowed the Linton family to maintain a relatively good family tradition and not easily fall into depravity.
Of course, there are disadvantages as well. Such an isolated life has kept Linton's family outside the mainstream aristocratic circle. Some upper-class nobles don't like such rough people. This is why, although Linton is one of Jelann's followers, he is still not familiar with him until now.
There are too many nobles who want to get close to the heir of the Griffin family. It was never his turn before. It was not until he lived in the forest that Linton gradually stood out.
"It's very interesting. Perhaps others don't understand it, but I believe it's an ancient and practical tradition in the West."
Jelann did not laugh like the people around him, but nodded in appreciation. He had read the books in his home and knew the origins of the nobles in the West. During the disaster at the beginning of the Third Age, the heroes who bravely fought against Chaos often had humble backgrounds. Many of them were rangers, soldiers, hunters, etc.
It was also because they preserved the fire during the disaster that they were later recognized by the church and the world, and became the earliest group of nobles. Later, the most famous hero in the West founded the Griffin family.
Such traditions should not be ridiculed, but unfortunately the atmosphere in the empire has long changed, so few people are willing to learn about the knowledge of the past.
After patting Linton on the shoulder, Jelann put away his sword and went to dine with the knights.
Although his influence in the family and the western territory has been greatly weakened compared to the past, as an heir who has been expected and favored by everyone since childhood, Jelann still retains a group of loyal knights around him.
These knights are not only good at riding and fighting, but many of them are heirs of some noble families in the West, which represents a kind of political power in itself.
On both sides of the large long table, the knights were enjoying lunch, some gnawing on roasted leg meat, while others were munching on sweet fruits.
Although there is not much meat in the Emerald Forest, there are plenty of fruits and grains, so various fresh fruits are often included in the daily menu.
Sitting in the main seat, Jelanen ate lunch and drank the fruit wine at hand while looking at his companions in front of him.
'Grace, Duncan, Commons, Trask...'
He silently recited these people's names in his mind, recalling the origins of these companions and the time they spent together over the years.
Many of the knights were companions who had grown up with him. It was actually inappropriate to describe these people simply as subordinates. It was not an exaggeration to say that many of them were friends and brothers of Jelann.
They had been training and studying together since they were young, had gone to Emenas together, fought on the battlefield together, and so on. They had developed a strong bond with each other. Even though Jelann had lost power now, they followed him to the forest without hesitation.
"I can't let these people live in obscurity because of me."
After swallowing the last piece of meat pie on the plate, Jelan wiped his mouth with a napkin and muttered this to himself.
He knew that many of these knights, if they were willing to leave and report to the Western Territory Legion, would easily be able to obtain high-level military positions given their backgrounds and abilities. Nowadays, the Western Territory has been expanding its military, and opportunities to make money and gain military merits are everywhere, which is not comparable to staying by his side.
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