Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 867 Short Life and Long Life

  The Black Knights are a little different from Qing Chen's imagination.

  He originally thought that the forces of the four dukes under the Roosevelt family were completely subordinate to the kingdom. The royal family pointed east, and they dared not fight west.

   It turned out that the Black Knights in the City of Silver seemed a little different. The royal family ordered you to join the battle, but you said you got lost?

  伱 Is it okay to get lost?

   Qing Chen silently observed the Marquis of Bolton, the key is that Bolton didn't feel anything!

  The black knight greeted everyone boarding the ship with a smile, and Bolton whispered from the side: "It's normal that you low-level people don't know, in fact, the status of the City of Silver is relatively special..."

   "What do you mean?" Qing Chen wondered, "Are they so powerful that even the royal family can't touch them?"

   "That's not true either," Bolton thought for a while and explained, "In the entire kingdom, only the 11 Marquises of the City of Silver are hereditary."

  Qing Chen was puzzled: "It's not hereditary. I've read some rumors about the City of Silver. The successors of each generation have no blood relationship with the previous generation, right? It's not from father to son."

Bolton explained: "It's normal that you don't know about this. The royal family does not allow rumors: the Black Knights have their own method of selecting heirs. Once a Marquis dies, a new Black Knight will replace him. These people don't need to Merit, all you need is the appointment and dismissal of the Duke of Silver, and the royal family will help them make up the formalities."

   Both Qingchen and He Jinqiu were shocked.

  A duke can appoint and dismiss a marquis by himself? Isn't this the power only the king has!

  Bolton continued: "These people don't have names either. The one in front is the Eleventh Knight. People who are close to him usually call him Old Eleventh."

  Qing Chen suddenly asked: "Does the black knight live long?"

  The lives of knights are very long. As long as they don't die, they can live to 251 years old.

  So, if you ask the lifespan of the black knight, you can probably know whether this group of people is a knight inheritance.

Bolton lowered his voice and said, "Don't mention life expectancy. Members of the Black Knights are generally short-lived. Most die before they are 40 years old. The longest one seems to be only 52. ​​Some people say it's because they overuse potions. People say it's their destiny."

  Qing Chen was stunned for a moment, such a short life should not be a knight inheritance, the difference is too big!

   How can a knight be so short-lived.

  However, at this time, the black knight Eleven turned around and said with a smile: "There is no need to shy away from our lifespan, we don't care about it. But it is precisely because our lifespan is relatively short that we respect the happiness in life."

Speaking of this, I saw an oven in the command room of the floating airship, and two beautiful female soldiers standing in front of the oven turning over steaks, the fat from the tender beef shoulder dripped onto the charcoal fire and sparked , looks very attractive.

   This is not here to fight, it is clearly here for vacation!

  Old Eleven smiled and said, "The steak should be grilled over charcoal fire to be delicious. By the way, how mature do you want it to be? I suggest 30%."

  Bolton: "I want to be mature."

  Qing Chen looked at the old Eleven in front of him. The other party's hearing must have also improved, otherwise the other party would not have heard Bolton speak so softly just now.

   This old eleven looks about 31 or 20 years old. If most of the Black Knights don’t live to be 40 years old, then the other party’s life is coming to an end.

  Qing Chen recalled that when the four major guilds surrounded and suppressed him at the gate of the No. 8 multi-world dungeon, only the Silver guild did not go, and it is said that he went to pick up girls.

   No wonder, if life is destined to be so short, what is the use of saving those fame and wealth?

  Qing Chen was a little puzzled: "Why would the royal family condone the City of Silver so much?"

  Old Eleven smiled: "Secret."

To be honest, Qingchen is a bit puzzled. After all, an organization under the royal family is not so powerful that it is invincible in the world, and it does not work. Why did the royal family not investigate their faults and gave the Duke of Silver the right to appoint and dismiss the Marquis? .

   Lili original score!

   While talking, a young Asian man in the ship cabin walked into the command room: "Master, when is the meal?"

  Old Eleven smiled and said to Bolton: "Let me introduce, this is my apprentice, currently code-named Twenty-Nine, who might take over my title someday."

  Qing Chen thought to himself, it turned out that the Black Knights were also led by the master and the apprentice, and the apprentice took over the title.

   This thing looks more and more like a knight organization, except for the life span, it looks like everything!

  The handsome twenty-nine saw an outsider, and hurriedly greeted him: "Hi everyone... Isn't this the Marquis of Bolton? Why are you here on our airship?"

  Old Eleven said with a smile: "The Marquis Bolton's home is gone, and he has become a polished commander, so he came to stay with us for a while."

  Bolton: "It's stuck."

  At this moment, Old Eleven said, "There is something wrong with the Duke of Storms."

   "What's the problem?" Qing Chen asked.

"Too fast," Old Eleven smiled and said, "The reaction was too fast. As far as I know, a playwright heard the conversation of the giants on the battlefield, saying that the Giant Dynasty had a deal with the Duke of Storms. But the royal family also I just sent two regiments to the No. 9 outpost, but the Duke of Storms rebelled on the spot without saying a word of excuse. Don’t you think it’s strange, at least clarify a few words with His Majesty, or make more preparations, why? It’s like going to a market, and they rebelled vigorously.”

Old Eleven continued: "I have met the Duke of Storms several times. When I went to Storm City, I asked his daughter to drink in front of him. He didn't respond at all. He was very tolerant. Why is he so impatient this time? What? I think it’s cheating, so let’s stay away from the battlefield, just drink and eat steak on the airship, it’s good!”

  Qing Chen felt that Eleventh was right, the rebellion really came too fast this time.

   It has only been more than thirty hours since he divorced the Duke of Storms. This scene seemed to be rehearsed, and everything fell into place.

  Of course Qing Chen had his guesses, but he didn't want to tell these people.

  However, this old eleven is really brave, and even asked the daughter of the Duke of Storms to have a drink in person...

  Bolton asked suddenly: "Then have you made the appointment yet?"

   Qingchen and He Jinqiu silently turned their heads to look at Bolton. The marquis's brain circuit was obviously not normal.

  It's like your girlfriend telling you: "I listened to music and cried until 12 o'clock in the middle of the night yesterday."

  You ask her: "What song are you listening to? Did you cry until 12 o'clock?"

   These are not questions that normal people can ask.

  At this time, Old Eleven asked curiously: "Marquis Bolton, when you were at the No. 9 outpost, why did you detect the attack of giants in advance, and then adjusted the position of the airship in advance?"

  Marquis Bolton said: "No discovery, it is a normal adjustment."

"I don't believe it, how can there be such a coincidence," Old Eleven said with a cheerful smile: "It must be the Marquis Bolton who is wise and powerful, and made a judgment in advance. Tell me."

  As soon as these words came out, Marquis Bolton subconsciously glanced at Qing Chen.

  Old Eleven was extremely alert, he subconsciously glanced at Qing Chen, and then his pupils shrank, as if he had already noticed something.

  It turns out that the Marquis of Bolton is really an idiot, and there is another expert behind him.

   While thinking, 'Twenty-Nine' walked into the command room and said to Eleventh, "Master, it's time to drink the medicine."

  Old Eleven smiled at everyone and said, "Excuse me for a moment."

  …

  This chapter only has more than 2,200 words. I originally wrote more than that, but today’s plot is more important, so I will revise it at night and send the remaining 10,000 words at 12 o’clock.

In addition, updating 40,000 words every day has always been the standard for me to "explode". Maybe some people don't feel tired writing more than 20,000 words a day, but 10,000 words a day is basically the limit for me. I don't do anything except eat and sleep. I only write more than 10,000 a day, and it may be 12,300 if the condition is particularly good.

  So the outbreak I am talking about is 10,000 words per day. Those who are looking forward to 15,000, 20,000 words or more every day, I really can’t do it...

   I don’t think it’s necessary to scold me again for this matter...

  (end of this chapter)