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The nonsense that Baron Keen had caused due to the bumper harvest came to an end.

About a month later, another envoy from Archduke Thunder came to Keen City from the capital. The strength of this high-level knight was naturally beyond what Creek's men could defeat Sap, not to mention that he also brought a high-level knight with him. mage. However, no matter how strong they are, Creek always said, "In return for accepting asylum, I taught the Church of the Mask of the Void how to handle food."

The envoys did not believe this answer at first. However, they searched and searched but could not find the large amount of food that was supposed to be piled up like mountains in the legend. Moreover, the results of using the lie detection spell also proved that the food was indeed no longer in Keen Territory.

So they had to give up and left in despair.

As for options such as "stealing food from the Church of the Mask of the Void", people who would do such a thing are basically unlikely to live to become a high-level powerhouse. It's like someone on earth asking "Why don't middle-class Americans get killed for fighting with the police?" The reason is very simple. People with this kind of IQ are either at the bottom or the second generation of rich people there. In short, they are unlikely to make it to the middle class...

Before leaving, the knight from the capital gave Creek a serious warning, mainly talking about the knightly virtues of loyalty to the king, patriotism, devotion to duty, diligence, and selfless dedication. Crick seemed to have listened to his speech attentively, nodding his head again and again, but still refused to promise anything.

Seeing that he was so unwilling to go on the road, the knight who was probably of high status was a little annoyed, and shouted sternly: "Baron Keen, you are also a knight under the Grand Duke, don't forget the knight's rules!"

"Knight?" Creek asked with a smile, "When I followed the pioneering knight (the god of knights) and fought bloody battles on the battlefield when the sun went out, I don't remember seeing you. I don't know where you were. Fighting? What’s gained?”

The knight's face suddenly turned dark and he couldn't say a word.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the sickly former baron in front of him was a fierce man who survived the bloody war in which even the legendary strongman could only be a soldier, or a hero who once fought with the God of Knights. . In terms of "knight virtues" and "knight norms", it can be called an industry pacesetter.

Telling this to the other person is simply humiliating yourself!

He frowned for a long time before adding: "Even if you don't think about the problem from the perspective of a knight, you should think about the problem from the perspective of a lord."

This was an implicit threat, but it still couldn't move Creek.

"What do you think of my territory?" Creek asked with a smile.

The knight was silent for a while and said: "Very good. Although the place is not big, it is managed very well. The people in the territory live a stable life and the army is well-trained. Looking at the appearance of the territory, it is really hard to imagine just over two years ago. In the past two years, I have seen several territories that sent troops to participate in that battle, and some of them have not yet recovered from the heavy losses. Regarding the people's livelihood, the army was full of rookies and ruffians, a complete rabble; some focused on military affairs and levied too many taxes, which made the people's lives miserable. However, these two problems did not appear in the Keen Territory during that war. It seems to have no impact at all, which is incredible!”

"Actually, we also suffered heavy losses at the beginning." Creek sighed. "Even me, the lord, was seriously injured. My best friend Spencer died in the battle. You can imagine the situation."

The knight nodded solemnly.

"However, I still led my subordinates and people to quickly get out of the trough and develop again." Creek said with a smile, "I think I am a pretty good lord. Right?"

The knight nodded.

"So, do you think I look like a person who doesn't know the importance of things and is looking for death?"

The knight was silent for a moment and smiled.

"You're right, I was overly worried."

Creek sighed and added: "But there is one thing that I am very curious about. What is our Grand Duke... thinking about?"

The knight was stunned, and then Creek added: "I think I am loyal to His Majesty. He wanted to support the Eagle Kingdom. I brought all the family members in the territory to fight, and even I almost died there. As a result, I brought After returning from injury, almost all of his subordinates died. Not only did he not offer any sympathy or compensation, but he turned around and asked me to support others? "

He sighed deeply, with a look of resentment on his face: "Your Excellency, do you think this approach is a bit inappropriate? Is there some bad person around His Majesty who is encouraging him to make mistakes?"

The knight was silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply.

He patted Creek on the shoulder, said nothing, shook his head, got on his horse, and left with the mage who had already mounted his horse and was waiting.

Unlike the taciturn and cold-looking mage, this high-level knight looked a little desolate when he left.

Watching them go away, Creek frowned and had bad suspicions in his heart.

It seems... there seems to be something wrong with the senior officials of the Thunder Principality, especially those around the Thunder Duke!

But these are far different from just a baron. He just wrote it down and let Raphael have time to make some insinuations, so forget it.

Most matters involving a principality or a duke are earth-shattering events. Crick doesn't expect to profit from such a big thing. He just needs to find out before the danger comes and escape in time.

This requirement couldn't be any lower. I think Lafort and his team should be able to do it.

This matter ended here, and no one came from the capital. As for what the Grand Duke thought of this matter, and whether someone would say bad things about him behind his back, Creek didn't care.

Winter was not far away, and he had to hurry up to tidy up the farmland, plant some fruit trees and herbs that could be planted in time at this last minute, and start what he had prepared long ago.

Militia training.

Baron Keane's territory currently has food and money, and a lot of money. The batch of grain was sold at a good price, so when the chief priest Milomon sent him the money, Creek thought that the chief priest had miscalculated.

With this money, Creek felt confident, and the territory already had enough food reserves. He decided to take advantage of the relatively slack season in winter to gather the young and strong people in the territory for some basic military training.

Of course, the training time should not be too long, and the intensity should not be too high. First, ordinary civilians do not need to have a high level of skills, and they can just help the regular army. Second, there are still jobs to do in winter, and they cannot be delayed too much.

The content of the training is divided into several parts. The first is queue training, which generally includes standing in line, queuing, commands and simple military regulations.

It is crazy to ask a group of farmers to obey orders, but it should be possible to learn some basic military knowledge and cultivate some basic military literacy.

Even if it cannot be done this year, it can be trained again next winter. There is no rush anyway.

The second part of the training is the use of the spear.

The spear is the simplest and most practical of all cold weapons. Although other weapons have various changes, the spear is the easiest to train for recruits without any foundation.

Unlike the regular army, which has mastered various advanced skills and generally has three to four levels of soldiers, the militia only needs to learn two moves with the spear.

The first move is to stab.

The second move is to split and press.

The first move is for killing, and the second move is for fighting. In a battle of civilian level, it is enough.

Of course, to be specific, the stabbing is also divided into upper, middle and lower stabbing, and several people join forces to besiege; the splitting and pressing also has several technical classifications, which is not so simple. But after all, they are just two moves, and there is enough time for them to practice.

This winter, the militia military training was carried out three times, once a month, five days each time. After three military trainings, although the farmers' combat effectiveness did not improve much, at least when they stood in line, they had a little bit of appearance. When everyone held the wooden spears and practiced stabbing and splitting together, the might of shouting in unison could scare people.

Although it was just a show, Creek was satisfied that he could achieve this level in just one winter.

There is plenty of time, and the rest will continue to practice next year.