Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"It's just the result of many years of military service." The man with the broken arm picked up the wine glass, made a toasting gesture, and then took a sip, showing an intoxicated look.

Seeing this, Celeste laughed, picked up the wine glass, took the initiative to hold the glass with the man with the broken arm, and then drank half of the glass.

"Do you want your broken arm repaired?"

Hearing these words, the man with the broken arm was stunned on the spot and asked with some uncertainty: "Can you repair my missing right arm?"

"I think I still have some ability."

The man with the broken arm sat upright and asked, "Sir, I don't know what price I have to pay."

"How's your story?"

"My story?"

The man with the broken arm repeated softly, nodded, and agreed.

"Milna, you go out to play first."

"Okay, Master."

Milna said with some joy and quickly left the stone house.

"Sir, what do you need me to do?" The man with the broken arm looked at Celeste and asked.

"Just sit down and leave the rest to me."

Celeste stood up and came to the side of the man with the broken arm. He closed his fingertips slightly and used the power of the morning light to transform into a small light blade, cutting off the blockage of the broken arm.

The man with the broken arm looked at his flesh and blood that had fallen to the ground, but no blood flowed out from the wound, and he also didn't feel any pain.

Under the gentle morning light, the flesh and blood of the broken arm began to squirm and grow rapidly.

Pieces of flesh and blood adhere to the white bones and extend downward.

The meridians attached to the flesh and blood are clearly visible, and blood flows through them.

In less than three minutes, a brand new arm grew back.

Yamins, a man with a broken arm, waved his right arm, his face full of joy, and tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes unknowingly.

During the initial period when he lost his right arm, he regretted why he did not die on the battlefield and why he survived.

As time faded, he gradually forgot the pain of the past, and came to Bailang Village to become the village chief. He guarded this small area behind the border and became an insignificant figure in the grassroots ruling network of the Qixing Leader. node.

Seeing Yamins immersed in joy, Celeste did not disturb him, returned to the stone bench, and waited quietly.

He adheres to the belief that people who are lawful and good should be treated with kindness.

Ten minutes later, Yamins came out of the joy of regaining his right arm. He stood up, bowed his head and saluted Celeste, and said, "Thank you, sir."

"Please sit down, I want to hear your story and your truest opinion of your lord." Celeste pointed to the stone bench and said to Yamins.

Hearing this, Yamings came to sit on the stone bench, spent some time organizing his words, and then said: "Yamings is my name, and it is also the name given to me by Lord Orlando."

"Back then, the lord purchased a group of slave boys in Bagamoyo, the slave city of Cardero Province, for Lord Orlando and Lord Hebrew to form a knighthood, and I was one of them."

"At that time, I was assigned to train under Lord Orlando."

"The day before training, Mr. Orlando gave each of us a name. This was the first time I had a name other than a number."

"Unfortunately, due to the limitations of my talent, I failed."

"After leaving the training camp, I became a free man, but unwilling to accept it, I chose to join the army."

"It turns out that my talent is really poor, but with hard work, I have achieved some results."

"I made a lot of friends, some living and some dead, but that's a normal thing in the military."

"We send our blessings to the deceased and hope that they can spend their lives happily in the kingdom of the goddess of life."

"..."

Yamins spoke slowly and Celeste listened carefully.

There is no magnificent story, and there is no epic love, but only the boring military career and the beautiful days of getting along with comrades.

"On August 15, 9738 in the Glorious Calendar, in the middle of the Battle of Wind, I lost my right arm in a battle."

Having said this, Yamings turned to look at his brand new right arm, with a hint of pain in his eyes, and said: "In that battle, my squadron suffered heavy losses, and only half of the people survived."

"In the military, there is a joke that as long as you do not die on the battlefield, no matter how many kinds of injuries you receive, you will not die, because behind us are Pastor Lavia and his disciples."

Celeste recalled the muscle priest and asked curiously: "Is the life priest named Hayes also the apprentice of the Lavia priest?"

"He can be regarded as the successor of Pastor Lavia." Yamings stopped explaining his story for a moment and replied, "I am ashamed to say that in White Wolf Village, no one can compare with Hayes in terms of farming. priest."

"Even the last life priest who came to White Wolf Village was not that good at farming."

Celeste asked again: "So, the Life Pastor is self-sufficient in his daily needs and does not accept your offerings."

"Not only does he not accept offerings, but he sometimes shares the fruits of his labor for free." Yamings replied, "In the Praying Star Territory, the tax on the Life Church is merged into the territorial tax, and there is only one tax. , accounting for about one-tenth of each household’s total income.”

"At the end of each year, Grand Steward Baird will hand over part of the territory's tax revenue to Reverend Lavia, the bishop of the Qixing Church, a secondary parish of the Life Church."

Celeste was a little surprised by this system.

Over the years, he has seen similar tax collection methods, but the taxes here are not as high.

There are tax-free places in some remote places in the Holy Third Kingdom of Dawn, but that is based on the fact that there are enough taxes in wealthy areas. In this small territory, the full implementation of this tax system is a bit surprising.

"..."

"...After wasting some time, when Qixing Territory was opened up for the fourth time, I resigned from my position as sheriff and came to the remote area to open up wasteland."

"Originally, this place was called White Wolf Village, but it was a numbered village until I killed a white wolf monster and it was named after it."

"Most of the villagers here are slaves, and their experiences are similar to mine."

"Here, I found a new meaning in life."