Working Prophet

"Pay attention to my movements."

"Hold the sword with the little finger of both hands, keep the other fingers relaxed, and the wrist must be straight, because if you don't straighten it, your sword will not hit the target accurately, and you may even injure yourself.

"...Keep your center of gravity stable, especially when changing moves, don't expose any flaws.

"...When you draw the sword, you must remember to use the power of your body, not just the power of your arms..."

Albus got up before dawn to practice sword practice. When Orwell arrived at the training ground, the boy was already sweating profusely.

After finishing the warm-up, the Wandering Knight also took a wooden sword from the weapon rack and sparred with Albus for a while, coaching him on his postures and movements.

After that, Orwell began to exercise on his own. When he felt tired, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and put away his sword. He looked over to Albus and found that the boy was still doing the training in a meticulous manner.

Orwell said to Albus, "Hey kid, you need a rest."

"I'm not tired yet!" Albus gritted his teeth and said, "Those Wing Tribe people are going to fight, and I have to become stronger. Only in this way can I help Lady Ilea."

The wandering knight smiled, "Sir Ilea has the help of the prophet Merlin, and now that so many nobles have gathered in the green field, there is no shortage of you."

"This way I have to prove myself even more," Albus said. "Of course I can't compare to the Prophet, but I will not lose to anyone else except the Prophet!"

"Maybe ten years later." Orwell shrugged, "I know you want to become a knight, but everyone must go through long and rigorous training before becoming a knight, especially a commoner with no family background like you, who can Being a knight before the age of ten is pretty good."

"That's too long." Albus frowned.

Orwell said, "It wasn't long at all. I only became a knight in my early thirties, and I didn't have a fief yet."

"Where is your lord dead?"

"No, as far as I know that guy is still alive and well."

"Then why did you leave him and come to Greenfield?"

Orwell patted the boy on the shoulder, "When you grow up to my age, you will know that some people are not worthy of your service."

"But doesn't this violate the code of knightly loyalty?" Albus asked in surprise.

"I guess this is life, you have to lose something, but you are lucky. Sir Ilea is a good person and the monarch that all knights dream of."

"So I have to work harder!" Albus clenched his fists.

"It's good to be motivated, but don't work too hard. The human body has its limits." Orwell said, "That's the end of your training for today. Come with me."

"Where are you going?" Albus gasped.

"The rally is about to begin. Don't you want to go and see the excitement?"

Albus's eyes lit up when he heard this. He knew that today was the appointed day. Many noble families had sent people to Green Field, preparing to discuss with the female lord how to resist the Winged Tribe people.

Of course, Albus also wanted to participate in the rally and fight for the Arias family and Shuangxiujiao. However, he was too young. Although many of the guards in the castle recognized this kid who was picked up by Ilea in Lake City.

But they wouldn't let Albus in at this time.

But if Orwell was willing to take him, that would of course be a different matter. The two of them encountered no obstruction along the way and soon arrived at the hall where the nobles gathered.

Albus saw Ilea sitting at the top of the hall. The female lord was not wearing a dress today, but was wearing armor. This dress also showed her determination.

In addition to her, there were nearly a hundred nobles in the hall, sitting or standing in small groups. Many people were shouting something, and the scene seemed a bit chaotic.

A bearded man had the loudest voice and shouted, “We should attack immediately before the Wing Tribe people come over.

"If you ask me, any family that didn't send anyone here today has either already taken refuge with those Wing Clan people, or is planning to take refuge with those Wing Clan people.

"We must strike first, defeat their army, occupy their land, and capture their lords. Otherwise, when the war begins, those guys will definitely attack us, and maybe even stab us in the back!"

His words were approved by many people, but some people objected, "You mean you want us to declare war on the Figuerola family now?"

"Is there any problem with this?" the bearded man asked.

"Of course, the Figuerola family is the master of the Western Territory. We are all vassals of the Figuerra family and have made oaths. We cannot just break those sacred oaths."

"How can this be considered a breach of oath? It was the Figuerola family that gave up the Western Territory first. They accepted the conditions of the Wing Tribe people and planned to exchange the Western Territory for their previous territory in the Northern Territory. It was they who abandoned us first." Another person retorted.

"Even if you don't consider the issue of breaking the oath, declaring war rashly means pushing all other families to the side of the Wing Clan people... And before those Wing Clan people come over, we start fighting ourselves. How can this be done?"

Everyone was chattering, each sticking to their own words.

The most noisy ones even glared at each other, looking like they were ready to take action at any moment.

Their names for each other have also changed. Some people accused those who refused to send troops immediately as spies sent by the Yi tribe to pretend to infiltrate the rebels to delay time.

The people on the other side retorted that those who clamored for war now were the lackeys of the Wing tribe, because only those Wing tribe members wished that the Western Territory would be in chaos now.

There are still some people who still hold on to a glimmer of hope, thinking that the Wing Clan army will not come to the Western Territory so soon.

Because in this case, Allister in the north is likely to take advantage of this opportunity to regain Lionheart Castle in one fell swoop. They should conquer the north first before considering the west as their next target.

This way, the big guys still have some time to prepare and win more allies. Some people even proposed to get in touch with the Monteverde family in the north now.

They can be loyal to Allister in exchange for an alliance. Allister is the younger brother of Garth, the last emperor of the empire, and it is perfect for him to lead the resistance.

Some people also think that they should talk to the Figuerola family again and persuade Clovis to change his mind, so that the Figuerra family can continue to lead everyone.

Albus listened attentively at first, but later on he became more and more impatient.

Especially when he heard that someone was planning to lobby the Figuerola family, he finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped out.

"The Figuerola family allows those Wing clan members to attack their sincere vassals. Do you really want to serve such a monarch?"

"Then who do you think we should work for?" Someone asked, "Allister is good, but the North is too far away from us."

"What's there to hesitate about? Have you forgotten who saved the Western Territory time and time again, and who was the first to stand up against the Wing Tribe people and warn everyone?" Albus asked in a loud voice.

Sorry, I feel the call of Saturday today. There is only one update left. Let me take a breather and adjust my schedule. Good night everyone