Dear Broom Knight

As a future knight by necessity, especially Ciska, who was already on the verge of breaking through and would inevitably advance after her adult flesh and blood stabilized, naturally had her own retinue.

Although these children's talents might not be lacking, their backgrounds were certainly insufficient… Knights requiring armor and steeds could hardly be supported by ordinary families.

Although some people were indeed willing to join the King's army to make a name for themselves and their families, especially those children with outstanding talents.

However, there were still many who preferred a stable future.

Although becoming a noble knight's attendant was certainly not as free, and they could only act according to others' will, they not only did not have to bear huge expenses, but could also take home a lot of salary.

At most, they would be responsible for a few more chores… such as helping their knight tidy up his armor, or sorting out horse feed.

They certainly wouldn't need to wash horses; proper knights would do it themselves, as that was their true love, more important than a wife or husband.

Therefore, as long as the noble knight's reputation was not bad, he could always find a suitable knight attendant.

Even Taylor, who was still confused and relied entirely on his sister's instructions and actions, had signed back two attendants in such a short period of time.

Although this was certainly intended beforehand, it was all thanks to the reputation that Lady Yagris and her Knights had established in the Montes Earl Territory.

With the older brothers and sisters each leading four attendants, plus Taylor's two, Lorry's Gezarr Baron Territory direct knight order was easily established.

"What, no name?" Mar scratched his head, asking the question he was most concerned about, "Are we going to have to announce the Gezarr Baron Territory direct knight order every day from now on?

Isn't that a bit troublesome?

When shouting slogans, we can't shout 'In the name of the Light of Gezarr'... Although Earl Montes is broad-minded, it doesn't seem to be to that extent..."

Ciska glared at him irritably, unsure whether to call him a fool.

Saying he was a fool, he saw such a crucial point.

Saying he wasn't a fool… if Lorry had a clue, wouldn't he have come up with a name long ago?

Ciska didn't expect that Lady Yagris hadn't even discussed these things with Lorry, and really let him make all the decisions himself.

Although Ciska had heard from her mother, who, like Pat, had once been a Countess's attendant, that because of her status as an only daughter, Lady Yagris had been subjected to too many restrictions in the past, and had only reached where she was today through great courage and perseverance, and had to rely on marriage to gain enough freedom, so she hoped that Young Master Lorry would live freely and do whatever he wanted.

But… isn't this a bit too free?

Could Lady Yagris consider reality?

Even she, the oldest attendant official, was not yet 16 years old!

The key was that she not only had to manage her own affairs, but also had to take care of four others.

Looking back at the silly younger brothers who were also looking at Lorry expectantly, trying to get their lord to read their expectations for a good-sounding knight slogan from their shining eyes, and the equally silly attendants behind them, Ciska only felt a darkness before her eyes.

Was she the only one with a brain?

Lorry couldn't care less about Ciska's colorful expression, who knew him best, and didn't have the mind to pay attention to the bright eyes of the others.

After the knight document shone with white light, obviously archived in the Noble Affairs Office, the broken panel that had been silent for a long time suddenly started up greatly.

A virtual panel that only he could see had only one line of large characters: Please give your knight order a logical name.

Of course, when he was a child, no, it should be said, before he completely gave up some inexplicable ideas at the age of five, he was even more pretentious.

It was certainly good to live again, but if it was a way of living with fate manipulated in the hands of others, Lorry would rather close his eyes and sleep forever.

Although his life was short, he had struggled out of a path of his own amidst various rules and restrictions.

Although he was a homebody, lazy, and hadn't made much money, they were all his own choices.

If he really, like some people, was always full of longing for broken things like family affection, his days would definitely not be so comfortable.

There were actually many people with family backgrounds like his, especially in their old-fashioned and face-conscious small town that emphasized both more children and the eldest son inheritance system.

The newest and most complete novels are all available at 69shu.com!

If Lorry really felt that going back to live in that place was more convenient, then even if he was still a homebody drawing pictures at home, his days would definitely not be easy.

Or, like some people, he felt that bringing red envelopes and love home for the holidays every year and getting repeated praise from his parents was a kind of happiness, then his days would definitely not be so comfortable.

Even parents who seem to be okay will start to lower their bottom line as you automatically send yourself to their door… Is it so easy to support a son in a big city with a mortgage and car loan?

But if you show from the beginning that you are very determined, either you give me the same treatment as the eldest, and I will be a filial son.

Or you don't give me anything, and I won't ask for anything from you later, then life will be very good.

Of course, when parents reach a certain age, they must still pay living expenses according to the local standard of living, after all, parents also raised you well when you were young.

Lorry was the kind of person who made everything clear with his parents, so even though they all knew that he had been doing well for the past ten years, no inexplicable broken things happened.

However, having grown up in that small town since childhood and having enjoyed the love of his parents, did he really have no nostalgia at all?

It's just that Lorry understood better what he wanted.

Therefore, facing this panel, which was indeed the game he played at the last moment, but came just as inexplicably, and the gods in the legend who were becoming more and more difficult to appear, Lorry had a lot of grumbling in his heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have played himself into a world-famous naughty bag.

Fortunately, no matter why this thing came, it definitely couldn't control his behavior, and it wouldn't suddenly pop up with any temporary tasks.