Section 2 My Castle ()

This small castle called Mark Fort stands on a plain. In the center of the castle is a steep top four tower. Around the tower are four defensive arrow towers, which are placed in four directions like stars holding the moon. The gray stone walls are thick and simple. A deep trench surrounding the stone walls are a narrow stone bridge. A narrow stone bridge becomes the only road to the castle. Schwab and the dwarf Rued came under the castle. A guard with a helmet poked out from the stone walls of the castle and looked down.

"Who are you?" the guard shouted loudly, and it was obvious that he was not very nervous. After all, only two people did not pose any threat to the castle.

"Hold up the city gate, your master, the noble knight Farod Von Schwab arrived." The dwarf Rod waved one hand over his head and shouted to the guards on the city wall. After hearing this, the guards exchanged views with each other in surprise. One of the guards hurriedly left his companions. At this time, the castle was silent. Schwab sat bored and waited. The dwarf Rod seemed to be humming an unknown little song in his mouth.

"Who are you?" After a short moment, a big man with shaved hair looked down, frowning and impatient with them.

"Open the door quickly, Lord Farod is going in." The short man shouted, and the bald man waved his hand to the guards. The city gate was slowly hung up. Schwab and the short man drove into the horse. On both sides of the dome gate, which could only accommodate one person to enter, several guards holding long halberds were watching them vigilantly. When they first entered, they heard a loud noise and quickly put them down again.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" The bald man pushed away because of curiosity. He surrounded their civilians and guards. His tall and stout body squeezed into Schwab without any effort.

"This is your new master, Lord Farod. This is the last order given to you by your original master." The dwarf Rude took out a piece of parchment from his arms and handed it to the bald man. The man looked at the parchment in confusion and handed it to an old man in gray robe beside him.

"The seal and signature on it are correct. It seems that Urk Fort has replaced the master, ha." The old man looked at them mockingly, and then handed the parchment back to the dwarf Rued.

"Where is the master's bedroom there? The master needs rest." The dwarf Rude proudly stuffed the parchment back into his clothes. The man waved his hand back. A young servant wearing a short-sleeved square robe ran over and guided them into the tower.

Schwab didn't say a word from beginning to end. First, he had not figured out the situation, and second, he had never left the country and was excited in a real small castle. However, Schwab soon discovered that the small castle seemed not as grand as he imagined. Apart from the thick walls, the internal facilities seemed to be inferior to the Chinese farmhouses. First of all, what is intolerable is the dirty ground, muddy and black, and the feces of people and animals. The people in the castle, whether they are soldiers or civilians, seem to never take a bath and make a strange smell. Schwab lamented whether he, as the castle owner, should he give orders to let these people take a bath.

"Master, please rest in the master bedroom inside." The little servant squeezed out a smile on his waxy face and said to Schwab politely. What a poor child. In the future, children of such a big child should stay in school. Schwab nodded and followed the young servant, while the short man Rued stayed in the stable because he wanted to take care of their precious horses. The so-called master bedroom was actually inside the square tower, entering it through a small stone door. The first floor was like a dining room, almost lined up from the door to the long wooden table inside. At the end of the wooden table was a wooden staircase in two directions. Up the stairs was the second floor where the lord lived. The little servant brought Schwab to a room.

In the room close to the window, Schwab felt that the reason why he used this place as the master bedroom was that the lighting was better, while the rooms in other places were too far from the windows on both sides of the corridor were extremely poor. He pushed open the door and lamented that this was worse than the dormitory he had when he was in school. There was almost no decoration in the room, and there was only a large wooden bed in the middle of the house. On the right side of the bed, the wall was hollowed out, which was probably a washbasin and other things on the cabinet. On the left was a small wooden table with an iron candlestick on it, and three candles were inserted. The servant picked up the flint next to the candlestick to light the candle. There was finally a faint light in the dark room.

"My master will have a dinner party later. I will call you. Please rest first." The servant bowed respectfully to Schwab and pulled the door to leave. Schwab fell asleep in a while on the wooden bed. In his dream, the city manager was chasing behind him. A knight appeared in front of him shouting fakes and chopped the knife down on his head. Schwab was awakened from his sleep and heard a polite knock on the door. When the door opened, the servant bowed carefully to him and told him that the dinner had begun.

With the help of the little servant, Schwab wore his best armor and came to the dining area on the first floor. He saw the bright lights downstairs, and the long wooden table was filled with candlesticks and lit bright candles. The guards and identifiable people in the castle sat on both sides of the wooden table, eating the fruits and meat from their plates in large mouthfuls, while the civilians and the low-ranking people sat on the ground covered with straw, waiting for some leftovers like beggars.

"Master, come here." The dwarf Rude was loyal and guarded the middle of the wooden table. Schwab nodded and walked slowly towards his seat. Although he felt that the people in the castle started to eat without waiting for him as the castle lord, he was not sure whether this was a habit of this era, and the heavy armor made him feel a little uncomfortable. Could it be that the nobles of this era have to wear such heavy armor?

"What to eat?" Schwab sat in his seat. On his right was the bald man and on the left was the old man in gray robe.

"Eat what you have, my master." The bald man said indifferently, stuffing a piece of black meat into his big mouth, and the old man in gray robe smiled.

"Master ignore him, look at me, I have brought you some fruit and suckling pork, which is very good." The dwarf Rued put the food in his arms into Schwab's plate. Schwab saw repulsion and contempt from the bald man's tone and the eyes of the people around him.

"What's going on with your hand?" Schwab suddenly saw blood on the dwarf Rued's hand, and blood seemed to be around his eyes.

"No, no master, I accidentally fell down." The short man Rued hid in concealment, and the guards next to him burst into laughter.

"Who hurts you?" As soon as Schwab came to this era, the dwarf Rued was with him. Compared with other strangers, it can be said that Schwab was like a relative. Now he was bullied. This is to say that although the roommate in the same dormitory often had conflicts, if his roommate was bullied outside, the people in the dormitory would not have the reason to not find the place back.

"Master, I'm really fine." The dwarf Rued seemed to be frightened by Schwab's serious expression. He was just a servant without freedom. To put it bluntly, it was the master's tool. Now the master seemed very angry at someone bullying him. People around him also found something was wrong here and stopped talking to him. Looking here, some timid people subconsciously retreated some places.

"Who the hell did it? Why don't you have the courage to admit it?" Chen Jun swept the crowd around with sharp eyes. These high-nosed foreigners subconsciously lowered their heads under his gaze. Of course, it was not because he was so awesome, but because of the habit of surrendering to the authority of the nobles.

"How was it me doing it? You little white-faced." The bald man threw the food on the plate and stood up regardless of the pulling of the old man in gray robe.

"You?" Okay, a thorn finally appeared. Schwab thought that I was feeling depressed enough to come to this broken place without understanding. There is no need for a punching bag delivered to the door. With the divine power given to me by the gods, I still feel very confident in hitting this big man.

"How is it me, what do you want?" The bald man stared at Schwab indifferently, and did not lower his head like others. His eyes seemed to be saying, "You dare to touch your brother and try it."
Chapter completed!