It is not impossible that the poorest people at the bottom will produce great knights, but this possibility is very low. Even 99% of them are trained by the noble lords.

It has nothing to do with talent, only financial resources.

But even if a person is extremely talented, but his family is poor and he can't even have a full meal all day long, how can he have the energy to hone various skills? Children from poor families will be scolded if they don't work in the fields or go out to play -

-This is not a joke, but a true portrayal of poverty.

There is a famous saying in Ashan continent, if you want to become a qualified knight, you must have a good appetite.

Every knight is famous for being a big eater, and a great knight is even more so. A meal of half a sheep and ten pounds of food is a common thing for them, otherwise you would think that they have a monster-like physique.

How did it come about?

Meditation for Qi?

This is just a joke. Even warlocks with bloodline abilities will not guide outside energy into their bodies. It is a kind of murder, a kind of murder of oneself.

Of course, this may also be because they are not at a high level and cannot do such otherworldly things, so they can only use the most secular methods to temper themselves.

Why do once you become a knight, your loyal noble lord will give you a manor?

Creating wealth is just nonsense. Only the production and supply of a manor can keep this knight in peak condition. A small manor composed of ten families can barely balance the books by supplying a knight - it does not purely refer to the knight's food and drink.

It also includes the knight's horse and two retinues, as well as simple weapon and armor repairs.

As for making new weapons and armor, knights need to find their own way. Many knights' armors may have been inherited from their father, grandfather, great-grandfather, or great-great-grandfather.

Saying that those weapons and armors are family heirlooms with a glorious history is all nonsense. It's not because they don't have the extra money to build brand new weapons and armors.

If he had this ability, Sun Tzu would not build new ones. Apart from the changes of the times and the advancement of forging technology, those old antiques have been repaired and modified countless times, and their sharpness and protection are not satisfactory.

Needless to say, no matter how skilled the craftsmanship is, it is not as good as a tailor-made fit.

I have never seen those powerful nobles always display their heirlooms in the castle for everyone to admire. When they go to the battlefield, they wear brand-new armor tailor-made with the latest technology.

There are always exceptions to everything. If these antiques are old enough and passed down from the Andis Empire three hundred years ago or even the Elf Empire a thousand years ago, then it will be a completely different situation.

Because such armor usually has some unique abilities, which can be as small as enhancing a certain ability of the user, or as large as being able to affect the outcome of a battle.

The most typical representative of this is the Sword of Courage mastered by the Lancelot family of the royal family of the Byron Alliance. It is said that this sword has magical power. Even the weakest person will be overcome by the aura of this sword.

An outburst of courage comparable to that of an elite veteran.

In all wars led by the Lancelot royal family, as long as this sword appears on the battlefield, it has never been defeated. Therefore, this sword is also called the Sword of Victory and has become one of the greatest symbols of the Lancelot royal family.

Legend has it that this sword came from Evans, the most famous forger master in the Elf Empire at that time. This elf forger master liked to use a leaf from the Tree of Life as his signature. He only forged seven weapons in his life.

Each sword has left its own glorious chapter in history, but those six have disappeared in the long river of history. Only this sword of courage has been passed down by accident.

Becoming a knight is always an unattainable dream for those poor children.

Closer to home, the Grand Knight Ajer was not born into a poor family, but from a noble family. The Manyu Army was led by a well-known family, which can be traced back to the early days of the Byron Federation.

He has had a hereditary title since he was born. Although he is only a hereditary baron at the lowest level, he is also a person who holds the power of life and death for tens of thousands of people in a city and county. If he were not restricted by the guardian oath he made easily when he was young and frivolous, even if he kills

Without him, it would be impossible to appear here - at least not in this playful form.

If he were a barbarian commanding an army of thousands or even tens of thousands of people to conquer the Andes Mountains, he would naturally not be hiding his head and tail like he is now.

Now that it has been exposed, Ajer no longer intends to cover up the truth. Controlling this slave-hunting team that is already on the verge of collapse is naturally his first priority. If he wants to take the seriously injured Bartley out of the mountain alive, he still needs to

help from these people.

As for the slave-hunting soldier he just questioned, before he finished speaking, he was decapitated with a sword and became the chicken to scare the monkeys - it doesn't matter whether what he said is reasonable or not, what is important is that they obey

, and absolute force is the easiest way to make them obey.

Every Grand Knight is an excellent grassroots officer. Even if he does not understand military formations originally, he must make up for this shortcoming when he becomes a Grand Knight.

On the ever-changing battlefield, one person's power is ultimately limited. Not to mention the great knights, even the champion knights do not dare to charge alone.

Numerous cruel facts have proven that the death rate of a knight with his own bodyguard is far lower than that of a knight without a bodyguard.

Ajer, who was born into a noble family and received a good education from an early age, was naturally not too bad. He was able to rectify a team with only 120 or 30 people left.

The first thing the soldiers did when they regrouped was naturally to collect the wounded, and by the way, give the Andis mountain people a sword blow while they were still breathing. Ajer had just stopped the slave-hunting soldier. Apart from the factor of killing chickens to scare monkeys, he just didn't like it.

That kind of killing to vent one's emotions was not prepared to let go of the Andis mountain people who couldn't escape. It was definitely something that would offend the public and a wise man would not do it.

Just a few hundred meters upstream of the mountain stream at the foot of the mountain, Ajer sent people to set up camp. Although it was just past noon, there was no way to continue the journey today under such conditions.

On the other side of the mountain forest, the fleeing Andis mountain people were gradually gathering under the guidance of the horn. The leader was none other than Sean, who had been forced to flee in embarrassment by the great knight Ajer.

Now there are more than a dozen Andis mountain people gathered around him. Although there are men, women and children, most of them are strong and powerful men. In the previous brutal fights, these hunters who have been walking on the edge of danger all year round have a greater chance of surviving.

"Don, Sean*Tang, it's really you." An Andis mountain man who had just emerged from the forest shouted with surprise, and then shouted behind him, "Come out, everyone."

, it’s not a trap, it’s Tang, it was Tang who saved us before.”

Soon, twenty or thirty Andis mountain people emerged from the forest one after another. It was obvious that they had gathered together consciously on their way to escape.

"Chad, it's great that you are still alive. Benz, where are Corbill and the others?" Sean quickly walked up to him and gave him a bear hug. At the same time, he searched the crowd behind him, but he was disappointed when a familiar face appeared.

Although there are quite a few, they are not from their own village.

"Ben was stubborn and was killed not long after he left the village after being captured. Kaubir and I were separated too far, so I don't know their situation very well, but one of the people who guarded them had been to the

Regular knights on the battlefield are only afraid of bad luck." I don't know if he has become numb after seeing too much life and death, or if he is trying to be strong.

Chad didn't show too much sadness. He hammered Sean's chest and said, "We knew you would come to save us."

"While talking." Sean winked at the familiar faces behind Charlie and dragged Chad aside.

"Sean."

"Don."

"teacher."

The Andis mountain people came over to salute Sean one after another, their expressions were a little less close than Chad's, and a little more respectful, sincere respect.

These Andis mountain people are all young, the eldest is only in his early twenties, and the youngest is only seventeen or eighteen.

Although these young Andis mountain people come from different villages, they have similar origins and the same life experience. They are grown-up Marshalls.

Faced with a mother who was not very good at taking care of her children, Sean could only use his brains to make his life more comfortable. At first, he could only rely on the adults in the village. When he gained a little more ability, he began to consciously gather the lost people.

Orphan children are for their own use.

Firstly, it is convenient for me, and I can use their hands to do many things that I cannot do at my current age.

Secondly, these children's life was really too difficult, and I couldn't bear it, so I wanted to find a new way of life for them.

And this thing, once done, cannot stop the brakes.

There are too many orphaned children among the Andis mountain people. Not to mention the dangers of slave hunting teams, hunting in the mountains is also very dangerous. Coupled with natural and man-made disasters, children are usually the last ones left - why? Which one?

Parents don’t fight tooth and nail to protect their children?

There are generally only three places for these orphaned children to go.

One is to be adopted by one’s close relatives;

The second is to be raised by a village, which is often said to eat the food of hundreds of families;

The last type is the most miserable. Those who have neither close relatives nor a decent village can only become street children. If they meet a kind-hearted family to adopt them, there is still a way to survive. If not, they can only fend for themselves.

Even the first two types of life are not necessarily easy. After all, they are not raised by themselves, and their own children may not have enough to eat, let alone raising outsiders. Once there is a disaster, the first two types of children will

It often becomes the third type.

At first, Sean took the initiative to recruit orphaned children. After his reputation spread, some children who had no way of living took the initiative to come to his door. In the end, not only orphans from surrounding villages were sent to Sean, but also some poor families came to him.

Find a way for his children to survive and send them to Sean.
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