Food Poems

Chapter 25 Militia

On the school field.

Phocas, wearing old plate armor, glanced at the ten militiamen he had selected with a serious expression.

These militiamen all had a certain level of training, usually doing manual labor such as miners and woodcutters, and part-time village security work. Now, after being selected by Fokas, they officially became soldiers and received professional military training.

The militiamen varied in age, from young men in their twenties to middle-aged men in their forties, and there was excitement or anxiety in their eyes.

The girl at the head of the team was particularly eye-catching. She was about fifteen years old, with flaxen hair braided into two pigtails, freckles on her face, and longing eyes.

From the face of the girl named Lotta, Phocas seemed to see the scene of himself being knighted, and he slowly spoke:
"Many years ago, when I became an apprentice knight, I once fantasized that I could become a legendary warrior like the Twelve Templar Knights."

"But as time goes by and I get older, I gradually understand that not everyone can become a legend."

"But—there are also things we can do."

Fokas said solemnly: "The cold wave is coming, and we will shoulder the mission of protecting Morning Frost Ridge."

The white-haired old man's shoulder armor clanged. He drew out his one-handed sword and said in a firm tone:
"If you don't want to see your homeland destroyed, if you don't want to see your loved ones cry, then hold your weapon firmly and kill those damned monsters until the day when the snow melts!"

The autumn wind is blowing, and the sonorous and powerful words are floating in the wind.

There is a flame called faith burning in the eyes of these new recruits.

"Now, tell me, what weapon do you want to use most!"

Phocas pointed behind him. On the weapon racks in the training ground were swords, axes, shields, bows and other common weapons.

"My Lord, the weapon I want to use most is—"

The freckled girl's braids swayed in the wind and she shouted loudly:
"It's a longbow!"

Some of the others nodded, some remained silent, but their eyes revealed their true thoughts.

Every Golden Lion soldier aspires to become a longbowman, because it symbolizes the glory of the Golden Lion Kingdom!

The Golden Lion Longbow has a bow length of six feet and an arrow length of three feet. The arrows shot from this strong bow can pierce heavy armor. A well-trained Golden Lion Longbowman can fire six high-efficiency shots in one minute. Even a three-ring strongman will be terrified by this!
The elven archers were renowned for their precise archery skills, but the Golden Lion Longbowmen had once caused them great trouble.

"When the instructor asked me that, I gave the same answer as you did."

Fokas said: "However, longbow archery training is not something that can be done overnight, and the finances of Morningfrost Ridge do not allow everyone to be equipped with a longbow. Therefore, I want you to start with the simplest spear."

The spear is cheap to make, and a soldier only needs to master the method of "stabbing" and cooperate with the formation to exert great lethality.

"Among the monster waves caused by the cold wave, there are a large number of wolf- and deer-type beasts. Spears are very effective against them. Next, let me demonstrate..."

It's noon.

Phocas announced a break, and the recruits collapsed to the ground exhausted.

Lotta put her hands on her knees and panted. Seeing the sweat dripping onto the ground and leaving marks on the stone slabs, she wiped her cheeks, walked to the side of Phocas, and whispered:
"Sir, if... I mean if, I can become an apprentice knight, can I become the lord's knight?"

The profession of knight mainly involves honing one's skills and learning "combat skills" that are different from the magic system. They are rated and canonized by organizations such as the Knights Templar.

The first ring is for apprenticeship, the second ring is for junior level, and the third ring is for senior level.

The knight appointed by a noble will become the noble's courtier and swear allegiance to him.

Fokasi glanced at the girl, and recalled the scene when Lotta crushed several adults in arm wrestling during the militia selection, and said in a deep voice:

"Why do you want to become the lord's knight?"

"Because I have never seen a noble like the Lord." Rota whispered, "He has made great efforts for Morning Frost Ridge, and I also want to try my best to do something I can..."

Lotta felt a large hand on her head. She looked up and saw the old man's huge figure standing in the shadows.

"You have the potential to be a warrior, Lotta. As for whether you can become a knight of Brondi——"

Phocas smiled slightly and said, "That depends on whether the lord is willing to confer the title upon you when you are promoted in the future."

Lota's pupils gradually dilated, flashing with a glimmer of hope, and she nodded vigorously.

Yeats personally took care of the militia's rations.

The food consisted of jam, salted bread, eggs and milk.

The militiamen were shocked when they got it.

Lotta's eyes widened as she looked at the supplies in the basket.

This is so luxurious?!

There was an uproar.

"Although I'm a little tired, this meal makes up for it all!" "Oh my God, this is so rich!"

"Praise the lord!"

*
Smelting workshop.

The newly built smelting workshop next to the mine takes on the functions of both refining and forging.

Under Yeats's instructions, the village blacksmith moved his small workshop into the smelting workshop.

clang!
The high temperature was unbearable, and sparks flew as the hammer struck the red-hot iron block.

The blacksmith was shirtless and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a cloth. He picked up the metal with pliers and put it into the cold water beside him.

呲!
"My Lord." The blacksmith turned around and looked at the young nobleman. "Please rest assured, I will be able to hand over these iron spears to Lord Phocas very soon!"

Ye Zhi nodded, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and glanced at the guards accompanying him.

Gray: “What’s wrong?”

"nothing."

Ye Zhi thought to himself, I really envy your heat-resistant physique.

In the plot of "Phantom Wings", Grey has dragon blood. Although it has not yet awakened, she has already shown a physique that is resistant to heat and cold.

This innate supernatural power that comes from blood is actually the biggest feature of the Warlock profession.

But as the heroine of destiny, Gray has her own unique "fate system", which is specifically manifested in killing ancient dragons to level up...

"Kill Gu Long? I'm still Jin Yong." Ye Zhi complained silently.

On the other side.

Steward Derek was sweating profusely from the heat, and he advised carefully:

"My Lord, it's not appropriate for Lotta, a woman, to join the militia, right?"

Yeats had heard about Lotta's deeds and said calmly:
"Don't be so old-fashioned, Derek. Don't forget that there are also women among the Templar Knights of Emperor Lorraine."

Emperor Lorraine is a tough guy sent from heaven in "Phantom Wings" who swept across the continent and established a unified empire. The demigods of orcs and elves were all defeated by him, and even the Holy Light had to give him some face.

Yeats suspected that the Twelve Templar Knights under his command were based on the legend of the Knights of the Round Table, and they were all legendary and ruthless men.

Derek was slightly startled, and said with a little shame:

"My Lord, you are very knowledgeable and I am sorry for being so rude."

"It's okay. If you take the liberty a few more times, you will appear to be knowledgeable," said Yeats.

Gray couldn't hold back: "Pfft..."

Not long after leaving the smelting workshop.

Yeats returned to the manor house and saw a pony galloping from the end of the country road.

The messenger on horseback was in a hurry, his eyes suddenly widened, and he shouted loudly:

"My Lord! The White Night City reported that their hunt failed—"

"A two-ringed demon beast, the Deer Eagle Beast, escaped and flew into the territory of Morning Frost Ridge!"

Drake was shocked... A two-ringed monster? What should he do?

In panic, Derek looked at the lord, only to see Yeats frowning.

"Gray, you said the Deerhawk Beast—"

Yeats asked, "Does it taste like venison or eagle?"

Gray's face changed: "Don't ask me, I won't taste the food for you!"

Derek: “…”

It turns out that the lord is worried about this!

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(End of this chapter)