Chapter 27 Training
"There's hope!" Jiang You thought happily. As expected, as long as the rewards are enough, people will contribute to the fight against violence and maintain peace.
Even though he had just witnessed the entire process of how the rumors were generated, Jiangyou was still confident in this method: Andre only needed to come back and open the clue box once every night to painlessly obtain a lot of information. After filtering out those that were particularly outrageous, he could still extract some useful information.
This is much more comfortable than the kingdom's knights walking through the streets under the scorching sun.
"Boss, I want to issue a task!"
"Hey, I'm coming right up!"
Jiangyou's soul fire brokerage business is also quite popular. Currently, most of the people who post quests are from nearby businesses. Like Tukes, they've quickly grasped the benefits of posting ads in such a bustling restaurant. Besides, it's just a ball of soul fire embodying joyful emotions. Eating a single dish can replenish it, making it easier than going to Dr. Bird's Beak for a bloodletting.
"The beverage business is really good in this hot summer..." Jiangyou happily enjoyed the cool breeze brought by magic, collecting money and soul fire. Suddenly, a good idea came to her. She looked at Jericho and asked, "What did your young master say he was going to do today?"
"Training new recruits." Jericho asked, "What's wrong?"
Jiang You: "Hey!" Isn't this a new business opportunity?!
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Andrei was sweating profusely while fighting with his knights in the training ground.
Baron Neumann has not left the house since his son's burial. He has been hiding in the city lord's mansion, and no one knows what his plans are. According to the information sent by the spy who replaced Winston as the chief clerk of Winchester, the baron secretly issued many secret orders, and the transfer of money and personnel was quite frequent.
Andrei sensitively felt that Baron Neumann seemed to regard his son's death as a warning from some force. He seemed to be afraid of a storm and was making intensive preparations.
And this threat didn't come from His Majesty the King. Baron Neumann had only recently given him a lot of trouble, dismissed him, and ignored him... This didn't seem like the usual behavior of the royal nobles he had encountered before. It was more like the Baron was busy dealing with more dangerous guys and had no time to pay attention to him.
Andre really wanted to know what force was threatening Baron Neumann, but he couldn't enter the city lord's mansion at the moment and had no more sources of intelligence. He could only suppress his anxiety and train his soldiers in an orderly manner.
——Then again, these soldiers are not that easy to train.
Generally speaking, knights in a kingdom's knightly orders came from two sources: those who had moved away from their homeland due to promotions, transfers, or assignments within the various regional kingdom's knightly orders; and those who were young and strong recruits from the local population. The former were typically dispatched by the king, often possessing close ties to the royal family; the latter were recruited from the local community, including wealthy and powerful individuals as well as young and strong common people.
Each territory recruits a number of new apprentice knights each year to fill the gaps left by veterans due to injury, loss, or retirement. However, not all apprentice knights succeed. In the Duchy of Huntington, the general elimination rate for apprentice knights is nearly 50%. This means that out of the twenty new recruits this year, only approximately ten will pass the numerous trials and remain in the Knights.
Normally, a local lord would rarely entrust the training of new recruits to subordinates they didn't trust. However, Baron Neumann did the opposite. He immediately assigned all of this year's new recruits, along with the most troublesome, stubborn, and veteran knights who were unable to advance due to various problems, to Andrei to lead...
I don’t know whether the Baron really has no time to care about other things, or whether he has some bad intentions in making such a decision.
Andre was not afraid of troublemakers or weaklings. He had been transferred to many places and knew the nature of these knights very well. No matter if they were troublemakers or weaklings, these men who wielded swords and guns had a natural tendency to admire the strong. If they were not convinced, they would be beaten. If one beating was not enough, they would be beaten a few more times.
As long as there's no clan influence behind the scenes, friendships between men are easy to build. Using force on the battlefield, experiencing a few life-and-death battles against a shared enemy, and then offering a certain amount of sweetness, can foster a trust and tacit understanding strong enough to entrust one's backs to.
As for those guys with clan power...it depends on whether his strength and the "sincerity" he shows can impress the other party.
No force is completely monolithic. There will always be people who make different choices for the sake of their own future and interests. If their own clan is already a doomed shipwreck, there will also be wise people willing to start their own business.
In the martial arts arena, fighting magic shone whitely, and heavy wooden swords clashed, not killing, but inflicting a sharp pain. The trainee knights wore only the simplest leather armor, leaving most of their chests bare, save for a copper and iron breastplate strapped diagonally to their chests with a leather belt.
They fought like ancient Roman gladiators under the scorching sun, their sun-baked wheat-brown muscles coated in a layer of glistening sweat, gleaming with youthful energy.
——Andre had no doubt that if Little Bone saw this scene, he would be extremely excited and make a happy "Yo-ho-!" sound.
At this moment, these knights all have a common target - the deputy commander Andre who was airborne above them.
But Andre was still able to think about all sorts of things calmly and at ease, and he really didn't take these guys seriously.
The black-haired, blue-eyed knight quickly knocked over a rookie who had lunged at him. Wiping the sweat from his cheek, he looked around at everyone: "What are you waiting for? Attack together! What? Do you need me to invite you to attack?"
This arrogance immediately aroused the bloodiness of the trainee knights. They shouted angrily and rushed towards Andre together.
Andrei's entire body ignited with silvery-white fighting spirit, its mighty force radiating through his wooden sword. He swung like a silver crescent moon, instantly sending the knights flying. He continued his attack, exerting power from his core, and using the momentum of his strikes, he leaped upwards, striking one attacker in the chest with a powerful kick, then using that momentum to deliver a kick to the next.
By the time he landed, half of the people on the field had fallen. The remaining people were trembling with fear, and their fighting spirit had mostly disappeared. They were knocked to the ground one by one by his punches.
"Tsk, you're useless." Andrei sneered again. "With your level, forget about destroying the bandits? Even if there were another 80 of you, you'd be beaten down by a little girl in a pink tutu with one hand."
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