Western Fantasy: I can write unlimited entries

The carriage drove away and disappeared at the end of the road. Ron turned around and returned to the mansion. During the negotiation process, Viscount Fast's sudden change made him confused for a moment.

There was a slight difference from his plan to have the Viscount personally come to thank him. Before leaving, the other party specifically reminded the identity of the person behind the murder, but he already knew that there was no need to accept this favor.

Through Viscount Fast's various abnormal behaviors, it seems that he intends to 'take refuge'. Perhaps Ron does not know enough about the aristocracy. Is this normal?

"Haha, it looks like the Baron got a good dog."

Amelia put down the book in her hand and looked at Ron with cold eyes. When Ron told her about this, the princess who was proficient in power naturally saw clearly that Viscount Fast just took a fancy to Arnold. Big tree.

Tsk.

Hearing this, Ron clicked his tongue and looked disgusted. At this time, Amelia's voice sounded again, "Baron, you don't have to resist like this. This is not a bad thing, but it will be beneficial to you."

After being reminded, Ron also figured out that although he was not ashamed of Viscount Fast's behavior, Amelia was right.

With a tool like Viscount Fast, it will be much easier to deal with some things.

Fastland operates the largest horse farm in the kingdom, and thus knows many powerful people. In the future, Arnold will establish a business group, and perhaps can easily join the market and develop through Viscount Fast's connections.

Not only that, there were many positive aspects that appeared in Ron's mind. Of course, there were also negative aspects, but they were insignificant.

Thinking of this, Ron figured out that this dog could be kept.

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the other side.

After Viscount Fast returned, he announced in the aristocratic circles that there was a misunderstanding with Baron Arnold. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, the two have a good relationship.

Although they are all a group of lower-ranking nobles, many of them know a certain upper-ranking noble. Moreover, many nobles in the kingdom are eyeing the Arnold family. After Viscount Fast spread the word, the news soon spread throughout the kingdom.

Of course, many people don't believe it. However, they did not jeer because they were waiting for a signal.

Historically, there were cases where the two territories were halfway through the war, and sometimes stopped fighting. Due to many reasons, the war could no longer continue, so they had no choice but to reconcile and save the least face.

They know full well that this is the case now. And the way Viscount Faster looked, it was obvious that he had his head lowered.

The war between the two territories started only after an oath was taken in front of the royal family. Correspondingly, if the war ceases, it should also be witnessed by the royal family.

They were all waiting for the Arnold family to speak out. Viscount Fast was even more anxious and sent several letters to the Baron's Mansion in consecutive days.

Baronial Palace, Office.

Ron looked at a stack of envelopes from the Fast family on the table and chuckled, "This Viscount Fast is really interesting."

Forget it, that’s it for dog training. He picked up the pen and wrote two letters, one of which was to Viscount Fast, asking him to calm down and that it would take some time before the witnessing ceremony was lifted. The Viscount could just wait in the royal capital.

The second letter was sent to King Meredith. In addition to the meaningless greetings, it told the king that the misunderstanding between him and Viscount Fast was resolved, so that the king could feel relieved that the Arnold family would still guard the southern border of the kingdom. And so on.

He did not say a word of request, but the king must have understood the reason for his letter.

Soon, at a kingdom meeting, King Meredith suddenly talked about the war between the Arnold Territory and the Fast Territory, and 'exploded' that the two parties had reconciled, but Baron Arnold had something to get away from and could not come yet. The royal capital.

After the king opened his mouth, the ministers and high-ranking nobles all understood what was going on. Viscount Fast finally breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, he was shocked at the ability of Baron Arnold to allow the king to 'narrate' it on his behalf.

On this day, something that attracted much attention took place in the Arnold Territory - the selection of the knights.

The Lord's Mansion has issued an announcement and the selection will be held today. But unfortunately, the selection process is not open to the public, and only the final 30 candidates will be announced.

Even so, everyone still maintained high enthusiasm and waited for the final result.

The refugees on the construction site would talk to each other about the matter after breaks. Even if it had nothing to do with them and they wouldn't be giving out more food, it was a joy to have a common topic with someone they could talk to.

Beside, Knight Byron listened silently to everyone's discussion. He liked this lively atmosphere very much. Sometimes he would be asked which guard he liked the most.

Under the attention of everyone in the territory, some outstanding guards stood out and were regarded as seed knights. These people have a high probability of becoming one of the 30 people.

Some 'good people' posted a list based on the topical figures they talked about. It not only included portraits, names, but also some basic information. It can be said that they were fully prepared.

When he heard someone ask him, he thought for a while and said, "It's hard to judge. It also depends on which Knight of the Round Table is being tested."

Seeing Byron's answer, the people around him suddenly fell silent and looked at each other. One person came up to him with his face licked and said, "Brother, is there a way? How do you know the content of the selection?"

"Well, I just heard what others said. Don't take it seriously." Byron said vaguely. Of course, he couldn't say that Marvin told him these things during a casual chat, otherwise he would continue to ask about his identity.

After finally getting rid of those people, a man came over and called out: "Captain, the weather is so hot, come and drink a glass of water."

Byron frowned and scolded: "Don't call me captain anymore, I'm just a foreman now!"

"Ah, I'm sorry, I forgot. Foreman, please drink a glass of water." The person who spoke was one of the one hundred elite knights, who could be regarded as Byron's cronies.

When Byron heard the word 'foreman', he felt particularly cordial. He reached out to take the cup filled with red liquid and drank it in one gulp.

Gululu.

"Tsk, what kind of water is this? Why is it so sweet?" Byron asked, licking his lips.

"I heard them say this is called iced juice, and it is distributed in limited quantities every day." The confidant said.

Headquarters of the Knights of the Round Table, Knights Hall.

The eleven people gathered together. Marvin handed a stack of documents to Thomas and gave a brief report.

"There are a total of 248 guards who meet the recruitment requirements. We can divide them into batches of 50 for assessment. The assessment should be completed within two days."

The document contains basic information about 248 people, and some people worthy of attention have special annotations.

Thomas glanced at the document and quickly read it. He chuckled and said, "The people you selected are all on it. It seems you have done a good job in investigating it."

Everyone was noncommittal and had no emotion on their faces, but what Thomas said next made their ears prick up.

"The person the lord asked me to pay special attention to is also on it. I hope he will not disappoint the lord's expectations and pass the assessment."

The lord values ​​a guard?

They were surprised and asked one after another: "Who is it? Is it the person I chose?"

Although this question makes no sense, they really hope that the person the lord values ​​is the person they choose.

Thomas didn't hide anything and said bluntly: "The man's name is Jessefor. Only the captain and Marvin have chosen his name."

They investigated more than one person, and there would be duplicate candidates, but only Abel and Marvin both chose Jessepher.

This means that two of the Knights of the Round Table think highly of him.

Hearing the name 'Jessepher', some people frowned and thought, while others looked astonished. Marvin said: "I am very impressed by this man. His strength is not very strong, but he is very perseverant. I always Every time I go to the Territory Affairs Office to do business, I can see him."

Ibuprofen wondered: "This guy doesn't seem to be on that list."

Hearing this, Marvin frowned and said to Thomas: "What list are those people doing in private? Will it have any negative impact?"

Although the appearance of the character list aroused the enthusiasm of the people, there will also be uncontrollable factors, which Marvin is worried about.

Thomas looked at him faintly and reminded: "If you had seen the portraits of the people on the list, you wouldn't have said this."

kindness?

Marvin was stunned, "Is there anything wrong with the portrait?"

"Those portraits were made by Veronica."

Thomas replied that when he was in the royal capital, he was arranged by Ron to be Veronica's bodyguard, protecting her from drawing buildings around the royal capital. He easily recognized who made the list.

"Mr. Thomas, you mean?" Marvin's eyes widened.

"I don't know, don't worry about it."

Thomas said in a cryptic tone, and then looked at everyone, "Okay, people should be here soon, let's start the assessment."

Everyone stood up and left the Knights Hall together.

Training Course.

On the huge stone field, fifty people stood neatly. They were of different ages, but their faces were all full of excitement.

They suppressed their excitement and tried to show their best side. After a while, Marvin came to them with a stack of paper, and everyone recognized this person's identity.

"My name is Marvin, and I am the examiner for your first assessment."

His voice echoed on the training ground. The newcomers did not know the content of the assessment in advance. Now that they heard that this was only the first game, doubts arose in their hearts.

"In order to save time, I will keep the story short. The first assessment is to answer questions. You can pass by completing ten questions within a time limit of thirty minutes. You can go to the next venue for the second assessment."

When they heard that the content of the assessment was different from what they imagined, the fifty people were all confused. They had never heard that joining the Knights requires a literary test.

Someone asked: "Mr. Marvin, as long as you complete ten questions, will you pass regardless of whether they are correct or incorrect?"

Hearing this, Ma Wen looked over and saw the person's name in his mind. He smiled and said, "That's right, Mr. Hisoka. I believe you can answer ten questions easily with your talent."

The guard named Hisoka didn't expect that Marvin would know his name. People around him looked at him differently. He was a powerful competitor!

Soon, the first assessment began.

Marvin handed out answer sheets to fifty people. Under the scorching sun, an assessment of fifty people was going on simultaneously.

This was specially arranged by Thomas. In fact, the assessment had already begun when the fifty guards entered the headquarters of the Knights of the Round Table.

In the building, the rest of the Knights of the Round Table were observing secretly. Cliff smiled and said: "The man named Hisoka is the one I like, not bad."

Anthony dismissed it, "So what, the main thing is to look at the second strength assessment."

He held an answer sheet in his hand, stared at the first question on it, and said loudly: "But what's going on with this question? You come to a fork in the road, and on the left is a third-level wolf monster. , you can’t beat it. On the right is a level 3 tiger monster, and you can’t beat it either. Finally, I ask, you only have one chance to attack, which way will you attack?”

"If you can't fight, why don't you run away? Why go to die? Who asked this question?" Anthony seemed very puzzled. He was not protecting the lord, so there was no need to fight to the death.

"Well, your answer is correct. Besides, these questions were all asked by me. Do you have any questions?" Thomas glanced at him and asked calmly.

"Uh, no, I just think that Mr. Thomas is worthy of being the think tank of our Knights of the Round Table, and the questions he poses are full of wisdom." Anthony flattered him knowing the current affairs.

It's a pity that Harvey is not here today, otherwise he would have looked at him with disgust again.

The first assessment will end soon. You only need to complete ten questions to pass. No one will choose empty questions.

They came to the second assessment site. There was already a man standing here. He was wearing bright silver armor and holding a three-finger-wide long sword. The sword body shone with silver light, and under the sunlight it gave people a strange feeling. The feeling of ice is chilling to the bone.

Malcolm had a stern face and said softly: "Originally, the examiner for the second assessment was Knight Harvey, but he was temporarily busy, so I will be the examiner for your second assessment. Well, my name is Malcolm."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was some commotion at the scene, and some people couldn't help but get excited when they saw their idol.

Malcolm Knight in Knights of the Round Table!

I heard that he created hundreds of sword skills, each of which was very powerful. If he could be recruited into the Knights, he might be able to learn one and a half of them!

Immediately afterwards, Malcolm explained the content of the assessment. He would use his first-level strength to fight each of them. As long as they lasted 3 minutes in his hands, they would pass.

It is worth mentioning that if Harvey was originally the examiner, it would have taken 5 minutes to pass.

"Let's start, whoever comes first."

Malcolm stood in the center of the field, his sword-like sharp aura spreading around, making everyone take a step back in shock.

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The mansion, the lord's sleeping quarters.

It was Harvey's turn to write the entry today. He was kneeling on one knee in front of Ron, with only a pious expression on his downcast face.

After scrolling through the entries for an unknown amount of time, a beam of purple light suddenly appeared on the screen in front of Ron.

Is it finally here?

There was no excitement in his heart, only relief. After writing entries for Harvey for so long, it would really be unreasonable to say nothing more.

He took a closer look, his eyes widened suddenly, then patted Harvey's shoulder with his hand, and said seriously: "Harvey, let's not be knights anymore, let's change our profession."

Hearing this, Harvey trembled all over and there seemed to be tears in his eyes. His lips trembled and his voice was squeezed out of his throat, "Lord, Lord, have you done anything wrong?"

Seeing this situation, Ron looked at him with a complex and envious look, but said nothing.