Jerusalem.
Constance Manor.
Laine watched Model train the new recruits with boredom.
Gathering in formation, marching with sticks, turning left and right, squatting down and standing up, square formation, circular formation...
A cacophony of footsteps filled the originally clean and tidy manor with dust.
"Everyone, stand at attention where you are, no whispering, no movements, until the church bell rings!"
Model shouted with a serious expression.
With his full beard and naturally stern face, he was more suited to be the drill instructor than Laine.
He held a whip in his hand, ready to lash out at anyone who moved.
Under the blazing sun, the new recruits in full armor were drenched in sweat.
If not for the higher pay and better food offered by Constance Manor compared to the soldiers recruited by the Kingdom of Jerusalem, these men wouldn't endure such monotonous training.
To them, this training was useless, simply exhausting.
