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Because Leon, the butler, often came to Lawson's tavern for drinks, and he could always hear his old comrade complaining about Linton, a guy who was even more clingy than a slime.
“I won’t bother Mr. Leon any longer. Professor Lawson told me to hurry back and prepare for the relocation of the forging workshop.”
Linton bowed to the butler, Leon, explained his situation, and then walked past him to leave the tavern.
The butler, Leon, did not stop him, and he finally entered the tavern.
As he approached the bar, Lawson, the pub owner, also happened to emerge from the back room.
"Isn't this my old buddy? Judging from the commotion at the door, you must have seen that kid Linton, right?"
Leon, the butler, sat down at a table at the bar and continued the conversation:
"Yes! Congratulations on finally taking on this apprentice."
Seeing the butler Leon making fun of him, the tavern owner Lawson glanced at him with disdain and retorted:
"Isn't that in response to the call of your young master, the esteemed Lord Arthur of Blackrock?"
"I never realized my young master had such great abilities."
After hearing this, the butler Leon waved his hand at him.
"I doubt even if I use my old comrade's influence, I can persuade you to come out of retirement."
Tavern owner Lawson didn't stop working; during a break in the conversation, he had already prepared a glass of greenberry liqueur for the butler, Leon.
As he questioned the butler, Leon, he pushed the glass of wine toward him:
"What do you mean?"
"Last time I asked you to help repair my armor, I begged and pleaded but couldn't get you to help."
The butler, Leon, took the wine. He first recounted a past event in a complaining tone, then changed the subject:
"I never expected that little girl Lani would have so much influence, that she could actually persuade you to come out of seclusion."
In response, tavern owner Lawson explained:
"That's my granddaughter. She's never asked me for anything since she was little. Can't I spoil her this once?"
Upon hearing this, the butler Leon gave a meaningful smile.
He picked up his glass and, as usual, downed the strong liquor in one gulp.
After drinking the strong liquor, he spoke again, uttering something astonishing:
"Granddaughter? Lani isn't your biological granddaughter, is she?"
"How did you know?"
Upon hearing this, Lawson's expression changed slightly, and his hands, which were resting on the table, clenched unconsciously.
"Both of us are Silver-rank knights, and we have a deep understanding of the power of life. We should know that there is a subtle resonance between the life forces of people who are related by blood."
Butler Leon explained:
“You and Lani have been living in Frostraven Town for almost ten years. I’ve watched Miss Lani grow up, so I can naturally sense that faint resonance that exists between you two despite the lack of blood ties.”
"Alas, I'm getting senile. I've wasted more than ten years of my life. Now I have the level of a Silver Knight, but I've almost forgotten even this basic common sense."
Tavern owner Lawson sighed with relief and loosened his clenched fists.
"Don't worry! My dear old comrade, whether you want to keep things to yourself or tell me, I respect your choice."
The butler, Leon, patted him on the shoulder, encouraging him not to be discouraged:
"Aside from my impetuous young master, you are the only person I care about."
“Leon, I’m not refusing to tell you Lani’s secret because I don’t trust you. On the contrary, I’m afraid that if I tell you, you will suffer some kind of misfortune.”
The tavern owner, Lawson, also valued this old comrade-in-arms with whom he had forged a deep friendship, and he solemnly explained:
"You just need to believe me. I have always regarded Lani as my own granddaughter, and I want her to live a peaceful life more than anyone else."
"I believe you."
The butler, Leon, nodded, and then dismissed his curiosity about Lani's identity.
Then, he began to talk about the real purpose of his trip:
"How are the arrangements for establishing the Forging Guild going?"
"After Linton found out that I was willing to take him as my apprentice, he has been working non-stop to reorganize the forging workshop these past two days. He came to report to me today that preparations are almost complete, and we can set off for Linfeng Village and Hanwu Village tomorrow."
"That's what Lawson, the tavern owner, has to say," Lawson replied.
Butler Leon pressed further:
"So you're closing your tavern?"
“I’ve handed it over to Lani to handle, and I’ll have her find some experienced people in town to take over the management.”
The tavern owner, Lawson, seemed to sense something amiss in Leon's words and added:
"Oh, and remember this! I haven't gone out of business; I've just temporarily entrusted it to someone else. I still have the money for your drinks on my tab, so don't even think about trying to get away with it."
"Ahem! Look at our camaraderie built up over the years..."
"Not a single cent can be missing!"
Chapter 25 Lancelot's Desire to Become Stronger
Black Rock Fortress, barracks.
Inside a stable.
Arthur was grooming his warhorse Nightshade, a way of increasing his bond with his mount.
While combing Nightshade's sideburns, he casually opened his own attribute panel:
[Host: Arthur.]
[Occupation: Knight]
[Rank: Black Iron Knight (4/500)]
[Territory: Blackrock Territory.]
Virtue Points: 295.
[Status: Blessing of Mercy (Lv.2); Blessing without Virtue.]
[Combat Skill: Blood Boiling (Proficiency: Skilled; Unleashes potential, grants a 50% increase in Strength and Speed, lasting three minutes.)]
After his battle with the one-eyed wolf, Arthur seized the opportunity to break through and successfully advanced to the Black Iron rank knight.
Now, without needing to rely on the combat skill "Bloodline Boiling," he can unleash waveguide power with his life force without delay.
At the same time, his understanding of the flame waveguide of the "Flame Lion Breathing Technique" also gradually deepened as his realm advanced.
This means that he can learn more powerful combat techniques based on the Flame Wave.
I've finally truly stepped into the extraordinary profession of knight.
Thinking this, Arthur was now full of ambition and anticipation for his future path to becoming a knight.
Of course, this wasn't the only thing that made Arthur happy.
Arthur spoke earnestly to the tall, imposing figure of Ma Yeying with his black hair:
"Nightshade, you should thank Miss Lani, whom you used to dislike, for making it possible for me to comb your sideburns today."
In the past two days, Lani's seemingly impulsive decision to join the group has provided a huge boost to his next step in developing his territory.
The first issue is the disposal of the large number of adult wind wolf carcasses.
He and Lani, along with fifty soldiers from the militia, divided the tasks among themselves and arranged for the removal of the adult wind wolf carcasses.
On another, more important matter, was the establishment and implementation of the forging union.
Lani took a hands-on approach, basically handling everything by herself.
First, Lani communicated smoothly with her grandfather Lawson and successfully persuaded the esteemed level-two rune-forging craftsman to come out of retirement.
Then, she contacted the craftsmen in the town's forging workshops and quickly reached a preliminary agreement on the formation of a forging guild.
She is currently working on the preparations for the relocation of the forging workshop to Linfeng Village and Hanwu Village, such as taking inventory of important forging tools and arranging enough transport wagons.
Lani's proactiveness and affability made Arthur realize one thing: the development of the territory could not rely on him alone.
He plans to discover more talented individuals in the future, gradually guide and cultivate them, and utilize them for his own purposes.
"My lord, I apologize for keeping you waiting."
Just as Arthur was thinking this, another person he valued appeared at the opportune moment.
It's Lancelot.
The boy stood upright at the entrance of the stable, his face delicate and still showing signs of childhood innocence.
But after the baptism of the battle against the wind wolf pack, a sharp and resolute look had been honed in his eyes.
Lancelot's current position in the militia is second only to him as the wartime provisional deputy commander.
Initially, Arthur thought that promoting the young boy to temporary deputy commander through the competition would cause resentment among the other soldiers in the militia.
Fortunately, he hasn't been organizing the militia for very long; it's only been a month.
Driven by his belief in becoming his knight, Lancelot did not resist the corps training; instead, he actively integrated himself into it.
the day before yesterday.
When Arthur sought help from his butler Leon because of Lani's fervent pursuit, he heard that more than 90% of the militia soldiers were recommending Lancelot as the official vice-commander.
Later, Arthur inquired about the details from his butler, Leon.
It turned out that after he led his Iron-rank squire knights to fight against the elite wind wolves led by the one-eyed wolf.
Lancelot displayed exceptional bravery in the battle against the wind wolf pack, and his command was remarkably calm.
Many soldiers said that if it weren't for the help of the temporary deputy regimental commander, they might have really perished in the jaws of the wind wolves.
With that in mind, let's return to the present.
Arthur finished combing the sideburns of the black-haired horse and walked toward Lancelot:
"Isn't this our esteemed Vice Commander Lancelot?"
Arthur's teasing made Lancelot uneasy. He placed his left hand on his right chest and bowed slightly.
"I dare not accept such praise; it is all thanks to the excellent guidance of the Commander."
"Great deeds deserve great rewards, and I am already aware of your heroic performance in this battle."
Arthur patted him on the shoulder, signaling him to relax, and then continued:
"Many soldiers in the corps are recommending you for deputy regimental commander. What do you think about this?"
"Commander, I do not wish to accept this position at the moment."
To Arthur's surprise, Lancelot shook his head at him and refused to promote him.
"why?"
"My lord, I do not mean to belittle myself, but I believe that my qualifications are too shallow and my strength too weak, and I am really not capable of taking on such an important position."
After Lancelot finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists.
At this moment, a scene from the battle of the Wind Wolves flashed through his mind that he could never forget—the Wind Wolves broke through the enemy lines with a suicidal charge, and as the battle commander, he was unable to respond in time, ultimately falling into a disadvantageous position.
If it weren't for the lord's miraculous healing blessing, their militia's various combat groups might have been overwhelmed by the remaining wind wolves.
So, after returning to Blackrock Fortress.
Whenever Lancelot recalls this scene, he reflects on how he should reduce the disadvantage on the battlefield.
He thought that if he could see through the wind wolves' intentions and order his soldiers to shrink their formation in advance, he might be able to make the wind wolf pack pay a greater price to break through the formation.
He thought that if he had been more determined and remained calm in the face of danger after realizing that the formation was doomed, he might not have fallen into a disadvantageous position.
......
Lancelot realized that all of this was due to his own weakness.
"You want to become stronger, right?"