Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

This is a full-body heavy armor, made of better material and thicker.

Even the joints are made of sheet iron hammered out by the blacksmith.

The whole body is completely covered with steel, armed to the teeth.

Compared with any heavy armor collected by the Ferreira family, it looks inferior to this one.

And the blacksmith's craftsmanship is perfect in the details.

The whole armor is full of beauty and power. For a knight, it is even more attractive than his wife.

The same is true for Derek. It is always difficult for a man to refuse such a weapon.

"Come and put it on me."

As a level 3 elite knight, Derek is now a top physique in the eyes of ordinary people.

When the servants put the heavy armor on him one by one, he still felt heavy.

After walking a few steps, the clanging sound of collision made him feel extremely safe.

"Elite knights can already fight in heavy armor, but the burden is not small."

Derrick silently made an assessment. For others, it is difficult to gather elite knights, but for him, it only takes a little time.

Taking off the heavy armor again, Derek ordered: "I need more heavy armor, at least one hundred sets, and even horse armor should be prepared together."

Little Tru subconsciously showed a bitter face, knowing that he had other tasks.

"I will continue to arrange a group of people for you. In the future, heavy armor and confidential weapons will be manufactured here, and some simple weapons can be moved to Augusta City."

Derrick deliberately divided the blacksmith into two parts. The ordinary ones can be released to make money.

The real confidential ones should be hidden, which is the foundation of strength.

When he heard that there would be more manpower and some tasks would be assigned, Little Tru was relieved.

"I will complete your request as soon as possible."

Derrick stayed in the barracks for a few days, familiarized himself with the people, and strengthened his presence in front of the soldiers.

By learning from some special organizations, he quietly sent a group of confidants to do ideological work in the army.

The effect is unknown for the time being, but the number of heads on the panel has been very stable.

But soon he couldn't stay. Last year he could go home for the New Year, but this year he had to spend it in Augusta Territory.

Before the New Year, he had to go to the provincial capital of Saint Mile Province.

Because... the army from the capital finally arrived.

This batch of troops was originally going to enter the Barbarian Kingdom from the northern province and launch a wave of offensives before the snow fell.

But the barbarians' tricks directly disrupted the plan.

I wanted to make achievements, but I ended up being a nanny.

The credit of the big head has been swallowed by the nobles in the north. How could the nobles from the capital be willing?

Without anyone reminding him, Derek also knew that a storm was coming.

So he set off immediately after the old earl sent a letter.

...

Plan City!

After the war, the city regained its prosperity.

A large number of Rockers moved in, bringing more population and resources.

The upper nobles disappeared, and for the lower civilians, it was just a new group of masters, and even lower taxes.

The unlucky ones were the merchants and small nobles in the middle. Many of them could not escape, and their industries were all in the local area. If they ran away, they would have nothing.

Of course, if you are willing to bleed and change a backer, you can barely survive.

However, the tragedy of family breakdown and death is inevitable.

But in a war between two countries, isn't it normal for the victor to kill everyone?

Derek didn't care so much, and he himself took a lot of bloody gold coins.

People with moral cleanliness are destined to live short in this era.

So after coming to Plan City, Derek's mentality was very good.

And because he expected that there might be some trouble this time, Derek brought enough people.

But these people certainly couldn't all enter the city.

Only servants and some guards were with him.

However, the servants riding tall horses, the fluttering noble square flags, and the iconic double-headed dragon image all let people know the identity of the visitor.

Whether it is the natives of the Holy Maitreya Province or the new residents who migrated from the northern province, the first thing is to recognize the local tyrants.

And Viscount Derek, who holds the Holy Maitreya Legion and occupies a large number of industries and population, is obviously a figure that no one can ignore.

The soldiers guarding the city saw the flag from a distance and even took the initiative to drive out the residents in and out, opening up a smooth passage.

Curious civilians looked at the team from a distance.

The name of Viscount Derek has become more and more legendary as time goes by.

And the script of the bottom's counterattack is even more popular with the public.

Enjoying the privileged passage, Derek quickly passed through the city gate.

However, the first impression that Plan City gave him was no different from other cities in this world.

Crowded and narrow streets, dirty tiles, and this is still the city gate.

Derek shook his head. Although he had seen similar scenes countless times, he always recalled the cleanliness and tidiness of his previous life.

Just when the team had just left the city gate and was about to turn at the intersection.

The accident happened suddenly.

A large number of soldiers suddenly appeared, and even seven or eight archers stood on the roof.

Derek's hair stood on end, the sense of danger was so strong.

He jumped off his horse, and then heard the whistling arrows flying over his head.

"It's a skilled archer."

Ordinary people can't shoot with such a precise aim.

At that moment, he even felt that Plan City had fallen, but fortunately, his mind quickly drove away the chaotic thoughts.

With the help of his peripheral vision, he saw that the assassins who attacked were all ordinary cloth clothes, in a mess.

They looked more like civilians than professional soldiers.

Even the coordination was a bit out of touch. If Derek was in charge, he would definitely let the archers shoot first, and then the others would rush out.

"It's the Holy Cross."

Derrick made a judgment almost instinctively. Only they have the motivation and strength.

After all, Plan City has been under the rule of the Holy Cross Kingdom for thirty years, and the nobles of the United Kingdom and the nobles of the northern provinces are mostly related by blood.

It is not unimaginable that they can hide part of their power.

After that moment of panic, Derek has regained his composure.

He pushed away the servants in front of him and reached out to take down the knight's sword hanging on the warhorse.

"If you want to kill me, you have to send more people. Do you look down on the Northern Knights?"

It is true. The assassins seem to have a lot of people, but in fact there are only thirty or forty of them. It is unknown where they got them.

To deal with normal nobles, perhaps it is enough to take them by surprise.

But who are these servants and guards following Derek?

Each of them is an elite-level warrior. Although they are only wearing simple half-body armor and leather armor, they are not at the same level at all.

Derrick is even the first to take the lead and seize the opportunity to show his bravery.

This trick is what he learned in his previous life. It is called traveling at off-peak times.