"Your Highness, what are you doing here?" Carter used to think that the fourth prince was just acting arbitrarily, but now it has risen to whimsy.

When it comes to training a warrior, the chief knight feels that no one is more professional than himself. His family has a complete set of training methods, from the age of ten to fifteen, it takes only five years to train a warrior who is proficient in all types of weapons. If you add another five years, you will be a knight who is well versed in the etiquette of the upper echelons - provided that the trainee is not of civilian origin, of course.

Look at the group of idiots in front of you, you only have food in your eyes! and...... Eggs are expensive, okay!

Roland plucked his ears, "Just look at it, remember, the training in the next few days will also be carried out according to this." Of course, there will be some details that I will list on paper one by one. ”

In the age of cold weapons, two or three months to train a group of qualified warriors? Roland had no idea of this, and he didn't need the kind of Spartan warrior who could tear a beast apart in a trouser. The individual combat effectiveness of the army may not be strong, but it must be strictly disciplined and prohibited.

The strength of the team most of the time exceeds that of the individual, which is determined by the social nature of the person. If you want to do this quickly, it is probably a good choice to move the military training set over and improve it according to the current environment. In his personal experience, it only takes half a month to fuse students from all over the country into a whole, and no matter what the process is, the effect is still obvious.

After this group of people thoroughly understood what discipline was, Roland could implement the next step.

Vanna didn't manage to get the second egg.

This time he stood for more than twice as long as the previous one, until someone got weak and couldn't help but sway from side to side.

It was at this time that the fourth prince announced the rest of the whole body and instructed the attendants to distribute lunch. This succeeded in diverting the anger of the crowd against the offenders to the food, but also led Vanna to suspect that His Royal Highness might not have intended to give them a second reward.

Lunch was carried out of town in four large earthen jars and hauled out of town by several wagons. In addition to food, the car also carried many wooden basins and spoons.

As Vanna licked his lips and prepared to rush forward, the chief knight stopped in front of everyone.

His Royal Highness ordered everyone to line up in four columns, one by one to come up and receive the utensils, and anyone who disturbed the order would be forced to be the last to distribute food.

The crowd squeezed out four lines in a haphazard manner, and he was lucky enough to be at the head of the outermost column. Of course, some people expressed strong dissatisfaction with this, and there was a commotion in the team. Soon the knight and several guards rushed into the crowd and drove the troublemakers out.

Fool, Vanna glanced at the troublemaker, the most aggressive "Crazy Punch" in town. usually relies on brute force to cause trouble everywhere, but now he is being obediently squatted aside with a sword. Look at his pathetic appearance!

He felt that he had probably figured out the preferences of His Royal Highness the Prince.

It's uniformity.

The line must stand straight, the line must be a line, and the order must not be interrupted...... Vanna had heard the well-informed merchants of the big towns say that some nobles had a strange penchant for having to put everything in order, and that they would force themselves to tidy up if anything didn't go right.

In Vanna's consciousness, this kind of person is simply idle and bored, with nothing to do, so much so that he deliberately finds some trouble to torment himself.

I didn't expect His Royal Highness the Prince to be such a person.

When the lid of the crockpot was lifted, Vanna smelled a rich fragrance.

The tantalizing smell that spread out almost intoxicated him, and there was a stirring in the crowd, and the roar of the knight was heard in front of him at the same time. Probably going to line up again, he thought.

Sure enough, the fourth prince asked everyone to line up to receive the food in the order they had taken the basin and spoon before.

Despite everyone's spittle and stomach growling, everyone honestly lined up in view of the example of Crazy Fist.

The clay jar was filled with hot wheat porridge. Vanna was surprised to find that there was still dried meat in the porridge! Although it was only a thin slice dug into the wooden basin, it was also meat! After serving the porridge, he also got an extra egg as he wished.

Vanna almost gobbled up his lunch, licking the bottom of the basin. The egg didn't even have time to bite, and swallowed it directly into the stomach in one bite. Because he ate too quickly, he accidentally blistered his tongue.

Putting down the tub, Vanna patted his stomach and burped. It had been a long time since he had enjoyed such delicious food. And what's even more incredible is that he actually feels full. The sweetness of the porridge was completely heaven and earth compared to black bread, and he even wondered if he could eat such food every day, even if he was fighting evil beasts on the front line.

After eating, there was a long break, and everyone was taken back to the city walls, all the way to the camp where the town's patrolmen lived. A burly man of different ethnicity stepped out of the group and began to teach the group how to set up a tent.

Vanner knew him—there were few people who lived in Lao Cai who didn't know Iron Axe. His mastery of archery amazed the most experienced hunters in town. Wait, Iron Axe is now working for the fourth prince? It seems that he has been seen staying by the knight's side before. Fanna's brow furrowed, what the hell was His Highness thinking?

"Are you really going to appoint a Sandman as your captain?" Carter asked, "He doesn't belong to the Grey Keep, or even to the Continental Kingdom. ”

"Witches don't belong to Greykeep," Roland disagreed, "but they all belong to Frontier Town. Besides, aren't you still watching here?"

"But, Your Highness......"

"Don't worry," Roland patted the knight on the shoulder, "Frontier doesn't care about origin. As long as they have not violated the laws of the Kingdom, they will remain my subjects. If you really don't worry, you can pick two more outstanding captains, anyway, the number of this team will expand in the future, and it is not bad to cultivate a few more potential now. By the way, I've already written the training rules, and I think it's better for you to care more about this than Shamin. ”

Carter took the parchment roll from Roland's hand and scanned it from beginning to end, dumbfounded. These trainings are unheard of – such as taking everyone around the frontier town in the afternoon, from deer hour (2 p.m.) until the sun sets. The regulations emphasize that everyone must complete this and that they are allowed to assist each other on the way, and if no one gives up, an extra egg is added to dinner. Another example is to blow the assembly whistle as soon as the wolf is over at night, so that everyone can dress and assemble as soon as possible. After tossing like this, I'm afraid that the team will disperse in a few days.

If the first few are slightly understandable, the last one makes Carter completely confused.

"Every day after dinner, we all went to Mr. Carr's college for cultural training. 」

"Your Highness...... What does cultural training mean? Do you want to teach them to read and write?"

"I'd like to see that, but it's too short to teach simple words and numbers, and to be able to read and write commands. I'll explain this to Carl personally, you just have to bring them over. ”

"But why are you doing this?

"Who said that?" Roland yawned, "a team that is good at fighting must be a cultured team, this is the experience of history." ”