His voice seemed to be infectious, and in an instant, many more soldiers in the ranks knelt down. What is face more important than life?
Moreover!
The soldiers suddenly grinned wickedly as they sized up the noble children. No matter how talented they were, they were still just kids.
They have a kind side, they definitely do!
Get your dirty hands off me.
The boy who was being held back by the soldier suddenly spoke, the marks on his face suddenly glowing, his eyes brooking no refusal.
Dean Xinglan shook her head, and Bogpu smiled as well.
Noah Tilan, the rising star of the Tilan family and a Saint Mark Dominator, shocked the family head by being able to draw the family's longbow at the age of only three!
“Where’s Elsie Tiran?” Bogp suddenly asked. “I remember she came too.”
"Her father has made a great name for himself!"
"Haha..." Xinglan laughed at the right moment.
The matter of Ellen has alarmed the royal families of various countries. Some time ago, the Tilan family and the Sia family fought in Winter City.
The combined forces of both sides exceeded 500,000, which is even comparable to the total military strength of some royal families!
At this moment, the military reserves of both families were exposed, shocking the five countries. Half a million were thrown away without warning!
The wasteland stretching for eight hundred miles outside Honeysuckle City was littered with corpses, and several large rift valleys had appeared.
Legend has it that the battle even alarmed the heavens, and some people saw angels going to stop the war, but now it seems they failed.
No one saw the angels return to heaven, and no one could stop Allen and Windsor's rage.
In that battle, both sides withdrew with their remaining forces. Ellen suffered internal injuries, while Windsor lost her beloved horse.
“So, let me see where this problem originated?” Bergp asked.
Xinglan looked down for a long time before noticing Elsie handing the medal to the bandaged soldier.
Bogp was stunned. For a moment, he wondered if he had seen something wrong. The soldier was too weak. Maybe Elsie wasn't as legendary as he had imagined.
“Well, little girl,” Bergp said helplessly, “I don’t want her to become a political victim; I want her to be herself.”
"In fact, I hope these children can write their own legends in the future, rather than follow the wrong path of their predecessors..."
"At least don't take the extreme path like Allen's!"
...
As the last child chose his knight, the remaining soldiers began to panic, their eyes fixed on the exit.
We must escape! Otherwise, we'll die!
"Release the arrows!" Bogp waved his hand.
"Run! Run!" The remaining soldiers scrambled to avoid the rain of arrows, but there were too many arrows, and they were all killed before the second volley was even needed.
Bogp nodded and said to the knight captain beside him, "Provide the families with the highest military compensation and give all the soldiers a proper burial."
Then he turned to face the children below, and... the chosen knights.
"You are lucky. Your lord has chosen you and given you the right to live. Protect them!"
"After all... their future achievements will certainly not be lower than those of ordinary nobles."
...
The day's classes ended hastily, and Bogp briefly outlined the teaching arrangements for the upcoming semester.
Next, the trainees will return to their lodgings with their knights, and in the future, they will be continuously drawn from the military or other places to form knightly orders.
While learning on their own, trainees will also develop relationships with knights, expand their own armies, and eventually be able to lead a powerful force.
The final assessment will be extremely brutal, but Bogp did not disclose the specifics.
So Leon led Elsie and the bandaged soldier back to the inn.
"Please sit down! The food has been bought!" Firi warmly prepared dinner for the knights.
Lyon nodded in thanks, while Aize and Worson were kept behind by their mentor for some reason.
The knights in the inn were quiet, occasionally opening their knightly manuals and silently reciting their beliefs.
Lyon took a bottle of ale and went outside to get some fresh air.
Firi glanced at the soldier wrapped in bandages in front of her; she already knew that this was the first knight appointed by Elsie.
"I...I'll go see if there's any medicine," Phyllis said as she left.
With Firi closing the door, only Elsie and the soldier who hadn't uttered a word remained inside.
His eyes shone, yet he remained as calm as a snake.
Suddenly, he knelt down on one knee toward Elsie and closed his eyes.
"I, Connor, accept your knighthood and, in the name of knighthood, will defend my lord's interests until death!"
"Time... will witness my loyalty. Even if you are still a child who knows nothing, I swear to protect you as king with my life and soul, and never abandon you for life."
Elsie was instantly shocked... Was she being treated like a child again?
Wait! You're just a child!
So what should I do now? Tell him that he's not stupid and that he can talk?
But seeing Connor's devout expression, she hesitated, after all, doing this... would kill him.
"Ahem!" Ferry awkwardly pushed open the door, her face flushed. She had just heard Connor's oath from outside.
A little bit cringey?
"The medicine has arrived. Shall I apply it for you?"
"Thank you." Connor remained calm as he removed his armor.
The bandages were stuck to the flesh and blood, and a gentle tug would tear off a lot of skin and flesh.
Ferry carefully cleaned his injuries.
"My God! What kind of battle did you go through?" Phil exclaimed.
The last time she saw this kind of injury was... on a soldier who had just returned from the battlefield.
“Borgpus locked us in the training grounds and demanded one-on-one duels. These… were left behind by our former comrades,” Connor said.
"You killed your comrade-in-arms?" Phil asked as she cleaned the blood with a towel and applied medicine to his wounds.
“No, I’m different from the others, I…” Connor recalled, “I did everything I could to keep them alive.”
"That's why I've suffered so many injuries."
No one wants to fail, but no one wants to die either. The only ways to make them admit defeat, besides absolute despair, are to exhaust them.
So... Connor must have gone through a lot...
The bandages had all been removed, and with Firi's cleaning, it was now clear that these injuries had not caused any vital damage and would not affect their combat effectiveness later on.
He has a great physique; the word "robust" is the perfect description.
As the face was cleaned, the other person's delicate features completely captivated Phil.
[And Elsie...wait, aren't you looking at his face? What are you looking at?...Huh? Wait! Hold it in! Elsie!!! Don't lick that filthy blood! It's disgusting!!!]
Elsie: ●v●
This vampire bloodline is ruthless; it's really about to become uncontrollable!
She felt her passive stacks were almost full again. Damn it, could there be some bloodshed in Mirror Lake City?
[Blood Child Curse Progress +1%]
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