Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Ronald smiled stiffly, pretending that he didn't understand what Derek said.

In fact, if he stabbed Derek to death, the king would definitely execute him and even implicate his family.

The king would never allow Derek to die in this way.

But his excellent martial arts and military proficiency were one of his trump cards.

If everyone looked down on him, he might really be able to raise a fairly qualified army.

This is also the reason why he won from a group of competitors.

But now, the dream is shattered.

Ronald held back his other emotions and tried to focus on training.

When he saw the heavy training armor, he frowned.

When Virut unloaded several bags of iron sand bags from his arms and calves, he looked at the iron sand bags several times.

Just now, he felt that Virut's steps were heavy, and he didn't expect that the other party was still carrying a weight.

Although he complained bitterly, Virut's eyes had gradually become sharper.

How could his will be so scattered after honing his martial arts day after day?

Complaining is just a way to get close to each other. When the training really starts, he will never give up.

Boom!

Virut took the initiative to attack. He knew that if he didn't take the initiative, he would not have the chance to take the initiative again.

The dull collision between the two made Ronald change color.

He didn't even notice that the two people on the field had fewer red tape than when he was training.

At this time, he was surprised again and again by the fist-to-flesh fight.

Even in the excitement of fighting, Derek swung up an unsharpened knight's sword and smashed it on Virut's breastplate.

Don't think that it's not dangerous without a sharp edge. The knight's sword is thick and heavy, and it can be used as a blunt weapon.

If it were someone with a weaker body, he would probably be vomiting blood now.

Looking at the knights around him, they all looked at it in a familiar way. Obviously, this was not the first time.

"A title knight, at least a title knight, and the strongest one physically." Ronald was terrified. He thought he was skilled in martial arts and a good knight-level player, but his physical strength was definitely not as good as the opponent's.

And the knights around him, who were as burly as brown bears, were obviously not just for show.

In fact, Virut's talent was really not to be underestimated.

According to Derek's estimation, even without the tempering of war, he could become a good knight-level player with regular training in peacetime.

So he progressed much faster than ordinary knights, and his body became stronger first.

Few elite knights had his physique.

Otherwise, they could not withstand Derek's torment. It was not until Virut began to beg for mercy that Derek threw the bent knight's sword on the ground with reluctance.

"You all come together."

The knights around him were also accustomed to it, and they laughed and surrounded him in heavy armor.

Derek even took the time to kick Virut, who was lying on the ground pretending to be dead.

The latter screamed exaggeratedly, and then jumped up.

This atmosphere was something Ronald could not see in the court.

Although King Louis II claimed to be a knight, his fighting ability was mediocre.

Any titled knight in the court could beat His Majesty the King with one hand.

Moreover, the knight training in the court was more like a game. Not only was it well-behaved, but there was definitely no such atmosphere.

The movements of the heavily armored knights were certainly not very flexible. Derek used the knights as moving targets.

After a while, Ronald even saw some small pits on the surface of the heavy armor, and Derek was able to stop.

The servants pulled up a circle of linen fences in a timely manner to block the surrounding wind.

Derek took off his training armor, and a white mist rose.

Sweat flowed down his body.

After a long while, when his body adapted to the environment, Derek did not wash and started eating directly.

Lunch was also very simple, just roasted lamb, with some sauces and vegetables and fruits as seasoning.

Not exquisite, but expensive.

Ordinary nobles couldn't stand eating like this every day.

Derek cut off a piece of lamb chop very enthusiastically and put it on the plate in front of Ronald.

"Ronald, there is no earl or governor here today, just a simple lunch for friends, please enjoy."

He pulled his small dining table over and sat down directly next to Ronald.

Although he smelled of sweat, Ronald surprisingly didn't feel disgusted.

Perhaps it was Derek's generosity and enthusiasm, or maybe it was other reasons.

"The situation in the North is different from that in the capital, you need to adapt more.

In official business, I may cause you some trouble, because I represent not only myself.

You should understand that there are knights in the North and nobles in the capital, even the king.

Ronald, I hope we can be friends.

The North is big, there are few nobles, and there are still many undeveloped virgin lands.

I think the future of the Farquhar family can be in the North."

Derrick is very talkative, and he analyzes for Ronald as if he is talking to his heart.

Very frank, and a little bit of talking too much.

But what he said makes sense. Instead of fighting the local snake, why not join the other side?

Ronald did not express his opinion, but he also realized that the power in his hands is capital, which can confront the nobles in the North, and can also exchange for what he wants.

What is lost may be the interests and authority of the king, but who really cares?

Ronald's silence is an attitude in itself.

Derrick did not continue to force him. After all, the other party was the earl of the court, the governor of St. Peter Province, and the confidant of His Majesty the King.

If he wanted to convince the other party with a few words, he would underestimate the charm of His Majesty the King and Ronald's vision.

Besides, capable people are arrogant, and it is really difficult to eat on their knees.

However, Derek believed that everyone could still be friends after recognizing the reality.

When the right time comes, today's words will be seeds that will grow into towering trees.

After dinner, Derek personally sent Ronald away.

The latter realized that he seemed to have gained nothing from seeing this side.

"What a cunning Count Augusta, but... it's not bad to make friends."

Political enemies may not be real enemies.

After all, the two sides are not at the point of fighting to the death.

Even if they go back and forth, they are still political allies.

Of course, Ronald has been mentally prepared that the other party will never show mercy.

But how can he be willing if he doesn't try?

If you want to bow your head, then show some ability.

What you see now is not enough.

Ronald returned to the team and soon encountered the first difficulty.

He had a great time eating and drinking inside, but the guards were full of anger. Those northern knights looked down on the noble soldiers from the capital.

And Derek sent Ronald out in a friendly manner at the end. People would believe that the two of them were gay.

The guards came to protect Ronald, but also to monitor him. His Majesty the King would not trust someone without reservation.