"Ahh

With a shout, Carl. Tyr picked up his sword and rushed at Dean in a frenzy.

"Stop, Carl!"

The baron shouted to stop; However, at this time Carl. Tyr obviously didn't listen to anything, and he had already lost his mind by being 'humiliated' in public.

The sword was swung and whirred in his hand, far more majestic than it had looked before.

However, Dean was more relaxed - if Dean still needed to be careful in the face of the kind of mediocre knightly swordsmanship in the previous moment, then this kind of unstructured attack was obviously not needed.

Thump!

It's almost a remake of the last time - Dean easily dodged the opponent's attack, and then, with a kick in the opponent's ass; Suddenly, Carl. Tyr fell to the ground unsteady on his feet.

And this time, Carl. Tyre didn't get to his feet.

Of course, it's not Carl. Tyre did not want to stand up, but the chief of the guard, at the baron's signal, grabbed the young man and carried him in his hand.

"Carl, you've let me down so much, now you give me a cool down!"

The baron glanced at the young man and waved his hand; Suddenly, the chief of the guard left the hall with the other party, and saw that Karl. Tyrna's flushed face turned slightly pale, and all the guests shrank their necks—it was clear that they knew that this seemingly promising young man was doomed.

After all, the baron's blocking voice had already appeared.

However, the other party didn't care about it, which was obviously out of the baron's bottom line, or rather...... It is the bottom line of any nobleman.

Therefore, it is impossible for the other party to have a future in Tyrling!

As for leaving the Tyrell?

It's never a good idea to be a freedman and join other realms - just the feeling of inferiority is not acceptable to everyone.

The guests in the hall, looking at the baron's unkind face, did not dare to come out, for fear of stepping on Karl. Tyre's footsteps, especially the Weppor, hid behind the crowd, not even daring to leak their heads.

"Lord Baron!"

As the guests lost their voices, Dean walked slowly up to Baron Tyre and bowed apologetically.

"Dean. Ken, it's not your fault...... Now I declare that Dean . Ken became the head of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon and obtained the qualification of 'knightly baptism', is there any objection? ”

The baron waved his hand at Dean and then looked around at the guests.

No doubt no one would object this time - even if they were relatives of the Baron, but that didn't mean they could ignore the Baron.

At the end of the day, they still need to rely on the baron to make a living.

It's just that, at some moments, for the sake of the greater good, it is just relying on the strength of the crowd to come out and show the existence of zài.

In fact, it is still Baron Tyre who can call the shots.

And Dean saw this precisely because he would ignore these people - a noble relative in a frontier territory, obviously did not need more planning from him.

Those people in the Emerald City are pretty much the same.

"So...... The party begins! ”

Seeing that no one answered, the baron announced the beginning of the feast.

However, contrary to the enthusiasm of the imagination, the guests were all preoccupied, especially when the baron invited Dean into the side room.

Even, there was some distraction, and the Weipol stood there in a daze, not knowing what to do; And the people who were originally very affectionate with him also retreated at this time, as if this Mr. Weber had a plague on his body.

And when the tables of these guests fell into the eyes of the members of the Knights, these young people suddenly appeared, and these big people who seemed unattainable in the past seemed to ...... Nothing remarkable.

……

In the side room, the baron invited Dean to sit down—

"Can you show me your injuries?"

The baron's gaze swept to Dean's right arm.

"Of course!"

Dean nodded, and took off his coat and gown, revealing his bandaged right arm—not a suspicion, but a concern.

There is both guilt and care.

And in this regard, Dean naturally will not refuse.

The baron nodded when he saw the bandaging technique that came from the army, and when he saw the blood stains on the bandage again, the baron frowned again.

Obviously, he knew where such blood stains came from.

Although Dean seemed to win very easily before, this does not erase the fact that Dean was injured in his right arm, and in battle, the arm is not only used to wield weapons and raise shields, but also to regulate balance; Therefore, Dean, who is already injured in his right arm, is likely to aggravate the injury.

That's why the baron invited Dean into the side hall to check it out.

After all, if a promising young man regrets his life because of a banquet he entertained, he will definitely have a troubled conscience.

"Ahh

As the bandage was untied, such an exclamation appeared on the body of the Baroness Lady, who had followed her father into the side hall, and at this moment, she was covering her mouth, looking at the deep wound on her arm in disbelief.

As for the young master of the baron's family?

This very shy boy who had been very shy from the beginning had already hid behind his sister at this time; The owner of the Snow Bear House, who followed him in, frowned, obviously he understood that Dean's injuries had aggravated because of the previous fight.

Hearing the exclamation, Dean smiled at the young lady of the Baron's house, indicating that he was fine, and the latter had brought new bandages and medicine without his father's orders.

"I'll do it!"

Dean rejected the Baron's kindness, took the bandage and the medicine, and continued to bandage himself as he knew it.

【Bandaging +1】

When the bandaging was completed, such a prompt appeared on the character panel, and Dean glanced at it before retracting his gaze.

"Thank you for the bandages and wound medicine!"

Dean looked at the Baron and the Baron's Lady, expressing his gratitude.

"It's nothing, it's just because of me...... Ikos, Dean. How was Ken Knight's injury? ”

The baron waved his hand at Dean and then looked at his staff.

"Originally, it only took about two weeks to recover, but now, it will take at least twice as long!"

The baron's staff said very objectively--before, when Dean was bandaging the wound, he had been paying attention, although the wound was not long, but it was deep enough, and he even suspected that if it went a little deeper, he would see the bones; And such an injury is obviously impossible to be careless.

Therefore, he gave a far more expected time from Dean: one month.

In fact, in just two weeks, Dean was very satisfied.

However, if he could get some more time, Dean would not mind.

"A month? Dean. Knight Ken, it looks like your trip to Vauban for a knight's baptism has been postponed for a month! ”

The baron sighed at Dean.

"I'm already very satisfied to be eligible for this baptism, as for waiting another month? I don't mind, after all, a month will help me better manage the entire Knights! Dean smiled and said, "Although we have killed the 'Brute Bull' Sibur who murdered the head of the Bozi regiment, some other bandits are still active around us, and these guys must not let it go!" ”

"Dean, don't be in a hurry, you can take your time, and heal your injuries now!"

The baron was very pleased with Dean's words, and even changed his title a little.

"Lord Baron, I have a request!"

Dean said suddenly.

"What a request, just say!"

The happy baron once again revealed his generous nature, while the staff and the young lady of the baron's family on the side looked helplessly at the financial constraints of his lord and father, Tyre, and a considerable part of the reason was due to this baron.

Luckily, Dean didn't have the lion's mouth wide open.

"I need Lord Huck's help!"

Dean said.

"What?"

The baron was stunned, and Huck on the side was even more stunned.

"The current Knights are composed of a number of militiamen, although they are all great young men, but I still need a veteran, a real veteran to lead and train them - although it is only the first time we have met, but Lord Huck has been very impressed by the battle in the face of danger, so I hope that Lord Huck will enter my Knights, and I am willing to give the position of deputy head to Lord Huck!"

Dean said with a serious expression, and at the same time, with unusual sincerity, he invited the owner of the Snow Bear House.

"Lord Huck, I hope you will consider ......"

"I do!"

Before Dean could finish his words, the owner of Snow Bear House had already stood up and shouted excitedly—it was clear that Huck was convinced that a military career was more suitable for him than an innkeeper.

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