Outside the town of Tyre, barracks.

Dean was still preparing in his room—in fact, it began after Ike left; After all, in order for the Baron of Tyre to confirm his identity, it was not possible to rely on some 'smoke bombs', and something substantial was necessary.

For example: this ring in front of you.

Of course, this is no ordinary ring.

Or rather, after passing through Dean's hand, the ordinary ring became unusual—it had a cumbersome, esoteric family crest on it.

Layers of scale-like inscriptions rise from both sides of the ring, and in the center of the ring, two tiny long sword inscriptions are carved into it.

On the inner ring of the ring, the number '7' is engraved on the seal.

Rings made entirely of gold, except for the first seal carvings and inscriptions, are no longer decorated, whether they are crystals or precious stones.

In fact, that's what the ring originally looked like.

As for the origin of this ring?

Once, the descendant of one of the hundreds of knights who had followed the 'empress' across the horizon - of course, the descendant had been dead for a long time according to the real information, and at this time, the ring should still be among the descendants of the burial goods.

It will only be dug up by two tomb robbers around the time of the Second Blood Moon War.

As for why Dean is so clear?

For he was the one who executed the two tomb robbers, and he was the one who finally got the ring; That's why he's so familiar with this [Knight's Ring].

It's just that he doesn't have the blood of those knights, so it is obvious that he can't arouse the power that really belongs to the [Knight's Ring].

Of course, there's nothing to be ashamed of.

After all, the descendants of those knights also have a lot of power that can't stir the [Knight's Ring].

However, the people who possess the [Knight's Ring] are all descendants of the knights who followed the 'Empress' back then, and they will have a considerable status in the Emerald Kingdom.

This is true even as times have passed.

At the very least, a title with a hereditary title is inevitable.

Of course, in order to deal with the Baron of Tyre's inquiry, Dean had already figured out a way - the reason that 'the title should be considered only after the glory of the ancestors has been restored' is definitely acceptable to anyone, and will even bring him a higher level of reputation.

When the number '7' was also engraved, Dean put down the knife and rubbed his sore arms and eyes—even Dean was a little overwhelmed by such a quick engraving.

However, after looking at this [Knight's Ring] and comparing it with the [Knight's Ring] in his memory, Dean picked up the ring and walked towards the campfire.

A ring that has been around for thousands of years obviously can't be so new.

Therefore, it needs to be old!

And this is not a difficult task for Dean, some honey, wax and plant ash, plus the right amount of temperature, is enough for him to complete this old process.

However, even after this was done, Dean still felt a little sorry-

"A fake is a fake after all!"

He put the ring on the index finger of his left hand, looking at the restrained luster under the natural light, after the aged ring, not only did it not have the glare of gold, on the contrary, it was more soft, as if the owner was wiping it from time to time.

Undoubtedly, both in appearance and color, this ring is very similar to the [Knight's Ring].

However, only Dean understands that compared to the real [Knight's Ring], this ring is just a shell.

After all, the Knight's Ring is a magic ring.

Dean, who once possessed the real [Knight's Ring], did not bring out the power in it, but he was sure that it was a special magic ring.

Unlike the fireball ring in his bag.

The Knight's Ring does not need to be charged, it can be used continuously, and it does not even require spells, gestures, etc.

Ordinary magic items, on the other hand, not only require spells and gestures, but also need to be charged once in a while, otherwise they are just a solid ordinary item.

Of course, Dean wasn't afraid of Baron Tyre seeing out.

In fact, as a nobleman, it is impossible to do anything to play with the emblem of someone else's family symbol, and such an act is not just rude, but provocative.

And Dean can be sure that his 'knight's ring', as long as it is not played with carefully, then it will not be faked.

Afterward, Dean sat quietly in his chair and closed his eyes, waiting for his militia captain to bring back the good news.

As for failure?

Dean hadn't thought about anything like that at all.

Or rather...... Dean didn't think it was something that would fail.

After all, he really knows everything about the Baron of Tyre, and even the other party's, the staff member who is praised by the Grand Duchess, Dean is quite clear.

And under such a premise, every step of his arrangement is in line with the other party's guess, even if it is unexpected, it is within the acceptable range of the other party.

For Dean, who used to work part-time as a liar, he knows very well that if you want to make others believe something, then you don't need to take the initiative to tell the other party anything, but let the other party take it for granted that this is what it is - in fact, this is the usual method of scammers, but it is precisely because of the 'habitual' that it is effective.

Of course, Dean would prefer to have an open and honest conversation with the other party if he could.

It's just that, thinking about the character of the Baron of Tyre, Dean very wisely gave up the idea.

Dean didn't have a long rest, and by noon Ike had already returned—

"Captain, this is an invitation from Lord Baron!"

The emaciated militia captain pulled out the invitation.

"Well, Ike, you go and tell Siren to pick out a team of people and go to the dinner with me in the evening!"

Dean nodded, and commanded again.

"I—We're going with us?"

The thin militia captain asked with some stammering.

"What? Don't you want to go? ”

Dean smiled at his militia captain, who immediately shook his head.

"No, it's not!"

Excited, Ike's words became more and more stammering.

"Very good, then you go and choose those leather armor and weapons now, remember, I want you to show your most glamorous side, after all, you represent not only yourself this time, but also me!"

Dean nodded and said with a straight face.

"Yes, Captain, but ......"

The thin militia captain immediately replied loudly, but the next moment, he was embarrassed again.

"Worried that someone won't be convinced because they can't go?"

Dean chuckled and looked at his nodding subordinates, and his voice became softer: "In my barracks, only the strong are needed, not the weak - let them fight, and the victor will follow me to the banquet!" ”

The emaciated militia captain walked briskly out of the room.

It was only a moment later that Dean heard an outward cacophony, followed by a punch to the flesh.

Obviously, his subordinates conveyed what he meant with complete clarity.

And listening to the bursts of cheers, Dean, who was standing by the window and watching, added a few more people to the list in his heart.

As for the rest, don't save it on the zài list?

Naturally, in the spring of next year, they will leave the barracks and return to their respective homes.

Perhaps, this is a bit cruel, but Dean has no better way, after all, what he needs is a group of soldiers who can really go to the battlefield - because of geographical restrictions, his knights must not have too many people, and he wants to rely on not many people to participate in a battle.

The ability, strength, and discipline of these soldiers are all indispensable.

"At least two thousand people are needed!"

Dean silently reported the number of people after thinking about it in many directions.

However, such a number is out of reach for him at this moment; After all, the approval of Tyr Ling is only about six thousand.

This is a figure that already includes the entire population, including the elderly, children, women and children.

If you only count the young adults, it is only about 1,200 to 1,500.

It's still a lot short of the number that Dean needs at least.

Almost subconsciously, Dean's gaze looked through the window at the snow-shrouded mountain forest, the snowy forest.

In it, he knows some places that can replenish the source of troops, but it is clear that in order to obtain the source of troops there, he still needs layers of planning.

And that's after that.

As for now?

Of course, it is necessary to attend the dinner party of Baron Tyre, and to confirm the identity of the head of the Knights of Fecharon.

Taking a deep breath and tidying up his belongings, Dean pushed the door out of his Central Knights' uniform.

Outside, in addition to the two militia captains, the twelve who came out of the battle were standing there straight, waiting for Dean to appear.

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