George no longer bothered with it, withdrew his gaze and thought.
This evening he was necessary to go out with Alexander, in addition to those escorts.
'Although these bandits have had some changes, but is not change that unreliable nature. We have to take this opportunity to temper the tempering.' George looked at those busy retainers in the tavern and thought in his heart: 'You not only have to become my reliable force, but also have to blind faith in me. Only then can you be my trustworthy tomorrow...''
At present, among the squires, the only one who can do this is Martin.
Obviously Martin alone is completely inadequate.
When George had scrubbed, his clothes were also washed by the squire. After the robes were wrung out and dried, George instructed the men to go to bed early.
The time now is actually only about eight o'clock, but at this time of the year people are accustomed to early to bed and early to rise, in addition to the day's exertion, so not much time passed, the tavern will be snoring.
"Alexander, I may have to be hanged by those fools tomorrow." Lying in bed, George suddenly said to Alexander, who intended to go outside the house to hit the floor.
"Why, master? After all you have done for them, why should they hang you? Don't they embrace you?" Alexander slapped the shiny back of his head and asked a series of questions.
He had no doubt about the lord's words, so he really couldn't understand why those fools were like that.
"Because an evil demon is compelling them." George said with a helpless sigh.
"Where is it? I'll go kill it!" Alexander said with wide eyes: "Kill all the villagers too!"
"I don't need to kill the villagers, I still need to use them to work. Alexander, if you help me kill the evil demon, the villagers will come to their senses..." George looked at Alexander pitifully and said, "The evil demon is outside, I believe you can easily put it out of the way. But it is hiding, it will only come out in the latter half of the night!"
"Then I'll go in the latter half of the night!"
"Well, that's a good idea. Alexander, you are so smart... But I'm afraid you won't be able to get up."
"Then I won't sleep!" With that, Alexander flung the rag he had just wiped his face with and sat down on the floor with a puff of anger.
He stared out the window with big eyes, staring at the moon without moving - he knew that by the time the moon had burrowed into the mist, it would be the latter part of the night.
"Okay, wake me up then. I'll go with you, or you won't find it. Also, when we wake up your escort - you are a knight, Alexander ah. We can't let the master risk his life and let the servants sleep at home, right?" George said in a daze, rubbing his sore thighs. It was still very tired after a day of riding.
"Don't worry, chief! Whoever doesn't get up and go out with us by then, I'll cut off his head!"
"Good..." George grunted and slowly fell asleep.
...
The moon hid into that mist alone, leaving only those stars, shining unceasingly over the shelter.
When the tall knight roughly called the squires up, they looked confused, and some even complained in their hearts. But when they came to the fire pit and saw the lord sitting quietly there, all the sleepiness was awake.
Because his eyes were the same as that day in the monastery, making people's hearts chill.
"You damned sinners! Not only were you not hanged to atone for your sins, but you also enjoyed my shelter. And now you are still thinking that on the morrow, you will be able to make those village women with big asses serve you. But have you never thought that you should have died long ago?"
The squires who had not yet understood the situation were completely baffled after hearing these words. They did not understand why their lord, suddenly pulled them up from the sweet dream, and then rehashed the old story with a murderous face.
Is it because they did not perform well enough during the day?
But he had already praised himself...
They couldn't understand, but their hearts were tinged with some hope that it was just a joke played on them by the lord lord. But fear still made them kneel on the ground with weak legs, whispering and begging for mercy - the big pie the lord had drawn for them earlier was too beautiful for them to imagine what would happen if this pie was wiped away.
"- I said I would give you a chance, and today is the time to prove whether you are qualified to win that chance!"
George said, "Just now, the God of Asylum pulled me up from my dream and told me that some zombies had slipped and strung around, and that He couldn't stand by and watch those people confined to a rotting repellent shell without being allowed to live, nor would He allow such filth to exist near the Asylum.
"He is calling His guards to purify these living dead who should be resting in peace. Originally I would have been able to take care of them all with Alexander and myself, but your venerable officer wanted to but up the sins in you, and he wanted to share the glory with you through this opportunity and give you a chance to redeem yourselves."
The lord continued, "I think God is right, as guards, you should not fulfill their duties? The people are here now, they will cook and wash for you, and I will even pay for some village women to pucker up to you. But only if you first redeem yourselves from the crimes you have committed and perform your duties well!"
The squires suddenly understood that the lord lord was trying to take them to clear the neighborhood of hidden dangers.
For the past two days they had been apprehensive, trying hard to do everything well, hoping to get the Lord Lords forgiveness. However, the lord lord only praised Martin and did not say anything about the others.
So it seems that now is the time to put them to the test.
But do we have to go out now? The fog of the night is scary to think about... (Someone could not help but ask this)
But at this time, Alexander suddenly shouted: "Is not just zombies? I can fight a hundred of them when I'm full!"
Seeing this brutal and unreasonable and terrible governor, the squires suddenly remembered the consequences of raising questions - it must be this fool who made the proposal!!!
Only he could come up with such a nonsensical and torturous idea!
The squires all lowered their heads, not daring to ask questions. Because the officer was so powerful that they could not give birth to a single thought of anger. They would rather fight with zombies in the dark than see him lift that great sword.
"Well, Sir Alexander can indeed fight a hundred of them. So you guys just deal with some fractions." George said as he scratched his fragrant hair.
The squires' eyes suddenly widened.
Yes, with such a powerful knight, what were they worried about?!
Isn't it just zombies? They had dealt with them at night. Once they did not live in the shelter, there are often monsters in the night to harass them.
Some people turned red and gathered courage to ask something, but the lord lord was the one who spoke first.
"But there are only a few zombies in total, so those who want to redeem their sins and be able to start receiving divine blessings tomorrow should be careful. Because the opportunity is rare, and the number is really limited..."
George's words made the squires suddenly nervous, at this moment, they are no longer concerned about whether to go out tonight, but to focus on something more important.
"Kill five and you will be redeemed, kill ten and I will take you to pray to the gods so that He will watch over you - oh yes, Martin has already killed four, and Jack has killed three. I have seen all of these, so some of you are very close to the goal. And as long as you continue to move forward and follow in the footsteps of your Lord Knight, then someday in the future, you may not only break away from being untouchables and become my vassals, but you may also become God's defenders!"
"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for you. Generations of your ancestors have probably been dreaming of such an opportunity someday! Now it is right in front of your eyes!!!" George suddenly said loudly, "- stand up, bring torches and weapons, and seize this opportunity!"
There had always been an unbridgeable gap between the commoners and the nobles. To be chosen by the lord as a knight (to become a noble) has always been as rare as winning the lottery.
If you live in the mist, it doesn't matter whether you have the status of a knight or not. But in this asylum, there is no fog.
The pie George drew was so beautiful that the squires, who knew nothing, felt they could clearly see the promising future!
They could see what the nobles and knights meant after the order was reestablished. They could see the people who were gathering! They could see how they, the first campers, would be treated in the future!
This may be a gamble, to use their lives as a bargaining chip. But as George said, the opportunity is once in a lifetime - if not for this chaos, they would never have had such an opportunity.
This night battle, at this point in the hearts of the squires has completely changed the flavor.
So they could no longer hold back the words in their hearts.
"Da, my lord, can we use the bow?" Someone clutched his shirt and cautiously asked the topic he was most concerned about - they believed in the big pie the lord had drawn for them, but they still had to save their lives well tonight.
After hearing this George frowned darkly, but turned his attention to him and said gently, "You can use anything."
Someone else asked, "What if someone kills more zombies? I mean, if someone kills more than ten zombies!"
This time George nodded and said, "God is watching here, and everything you do He can see, and the more you do, the more likely you are to gain His approval and become a defender of God - you should have heard how awesome those old masters inside the cathedral of Ariadne are, right? ?"
When these words were spoken, some people got excited, but others were not too impressed.
Yet the lord lord was adding another sentence, "Of course, besides God, I am also watching you. So, whenever someone kills one more zombie, I will reward him with a piece of silver fox!"
When all the [really not very reliable escorts] face color all from white to red, excited to pick up weapons to launch a ruthless. George knew that these [inspired rabble] could finally do something.
What they thought in their minds was no longer how to escape and find what kind of excuse. Instead, they began to think about how many merits and silver coins each zombie would get back.
However, even Martin and Jack, who were excited, did not remember that they had killed three or four zombies...
But the lord of the lords was aware that he was one step closer to his plan.