Verdict of Fate

Chapter II

As a servant of the Lord's Manor who specialized in taking care of war horses, Roy's daily morning job was to wash and saddle more than a dozen war horses.

The morning air was still chilly from the night. But Roy was already sweating.

Since 60 years ago, when the first Lord was the first to charge into the siege of war, breaking through the ranks of the Duke of Luria, who was waiting for his rescue, and taking this small city, which was not much bigger than a town, as his souvenir, the first clan had ruled this place for over 60 years.

After the management and construction of three generations of barons, the Polabel City was flourishing day by day. Population, grain, and trade taxes have risen more than tenfold.

Increased economic power also meant greater military strength.

Including the current Baron [Brian] himself and his son, Lord [Les], who had already become an apprentice knight in Viscount Wenger's territory in the west. The city of Borabel now had nine knights.

The number and rank of Knights who possessed allegiance to each other was widely acknowledged in the Avalon Continent as well as being the most intuitive standard of strength.

It was a proud number of Polabel people that a small baron territory had nine knights.

One had to know that even the nobles of the land that was larger than Polabel City could not afford to have so many knights!

Moments later, the warm-up for the Knight acolytes ended. A few knights dressed in leather armor also left the hall and began to instruct the apprentices.

At the center of the arena, the number one Knight of Borabel, Barker, was instructing a retainer on sword techniques.

Barker, with his dashing, well-dressed body, and his valiant retainers, who were dressed in dirty linen, each held a two-handed greatsword in their hands, moving at high speed as they chopped out with their swords to block. Sparks flew when the broadsword collided, and the violent clanging of metals could be heard.

In the middle of the fight, the squire, Geiger Barker, suddenly struck with a powerful strike.

The spectators only saw a flash of light from above his head, shooting towards the top of Barker's head like a bolt of lightning, and they all cried out in alarm.

Roy, who was in the middle of brushing his horse, stopped his brush and stared blankly at the training grounds. He subconsciously looked down at Barker's feet. He thought to himself, "He should be using the 'retreat' step and 'sweep away all the clouds', right?"

As if he had heard the words in Roy's mind, in the arena, Barker took a step back, avoiding the attack of his retainer, and at the same time, drew half a circle in the air with the greatsword in his hand, sticking close to the retainer's longsword and twisting it.

With a clang, the retainer's sword flew out of his hand and into the sky.

"Wow!" The audience was dazzled by what they saw. They erupted in cheers and applause.

Those who were familiar with the technique would understand that this technique, 'Whirlwind', was Barker's unique technique. It was normally hard to see.

Not a single one of the Knights in Polabel City had been able to block Barker's attack. As long as it was caught by his sword, it would immediately be torn to shreds! "A trial!"

Although the shield-bearer who had battled Barker was a tall and sturdy man, and his martial arts were outstanding even amongst the cavalry officers of the Empire's border armies, in front of Barker, he was still unable to withstand a single blow. Barker didn't even use any battle-qi. He only used a bit of force to send his sword flying.

This was a Knight! If Barker circulated his battle-qi, this retainer of his probably wouldn't even be able to take a single blow!

The level of Knights in the Avalon of Five Elements was divided into six levels.

The lowest rank was [Armored Knight]. Above them were the [Brave Knight], [Justice Knight], [Glory Knight], [Grand Knight] and [Holy Knight].

According to the different levels of strength of each knight, they were divided into one to five stars.

Barker was a three star [Armored Knight].

Such strength might not amount to much in those famous knights or knights under the great lords. However, in a small city like Bolabel, it was already the pinnacle.

Applause rang out all over the training field. Royce, on the other hand, had already begun the task at hand.

After brushing the horses' fur, the big-headed boy first covered them with decorations embroidered with different knight insignia, and then saddled them with a saddle.

Then, he picked up a wooden fork that was leaning against a pillar, and with a flip of his hand, he picked up a bundle of hay. The rope that tied the hay was broken in the air by a spinning wooden fork. The grass flew in a semicircle with the pitchfork, accurately and evenly landing in the troughs of several warhorses.

From the backhand to the complete feeding, the whole process was done in a single go.

"Hey!" The youth happily brandished his fist.

If someone had noticed Royce at this moment, they would have been surprised to discover that when he picked up the hay, the forks drew a semicircle, and the rope was broken. The move that Barker had used just now was considered a secret technique, [Whirlwind].

He finished the work on his hands. Roy walked to the edge of the training ground and squatted down, enviously looking at the Knights who were training.

The fence at the side of the training grounds soundlessly separated the big-headed teenager from those of the same age in the center of the training grounds who were full of vitality and pride.

It was like two different worlds.

At his feet, the fat dog Oliver was lying on his belly in the sun, bored out of his mind.

Oliver was a crossbred dog of unknown breed. Its fur was black and white, its ears were big, and its eyes were small. Its four limbs were unusually short, and its tail was standing straight like a flagpole.

Due to its short legs and excessive obesity, its body twisted as it walked, and its round belly was almost touching the ground. If he didn't move, he would look like a piece of bread from afar.

Everyone who saw Oliver for the first time swore that he was the stupidest and fattest dog they had ever seen.

And everyone who had come into contact with Oliver swore that this was the most lazy dog they had ever seen, the one who loved to steal people's mouths the most, the one who was the most shameless, the one who was the most despicable, the most useless, and the one who was the most annoying.

This dog was either lying on the ground or lying down all day. If there was nothing wrong, he would shamelessly circle around the beautiful female dog. He couldn't warn her or be defensive, but when he saw good food, he would grab it and run.

No one could figure out why Roy was raising such a guy. Not to mention those precious warbeasts of the noble knights, even a random hound would be ten thousand times better than Olivier's.

Roy, however, turned a deaf ear to all this.

He and Oliver were as good as brothers, inseparable from each other every day.

Over the years, whether it was morning or dusk, whether he was working or staring at the sea in a daze, beside the big-headed boy's figure, there was always a fat figure that was either sunbathing with his belly turned up, or sitting on the ground and rubbing his buttocks, or lying on the ground and breathing heavily with his tongue hanging out.

"Meat dog, if you bite through the pants, I will sell you to the dog meat shop." Royce said, resting his chin on his hand and not looking back.

The fat dog, who had been nibbling on the corner of Roy's pants, let go of his lips. With his tongue out, he twisted his body and rubbed it against his back, lying down more stably.

I thank my brothers and sisters for their continued support. It allowed the ruling to soar to the heavens.

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