Western Fantasy: From the Eagle Tribe to the Angel Empire

This scared the young farmer. He subconsciously raised his hoe and looked at the tall man with vigilance.

"Who are you? Why are you in my haystack?"

However, the man did not speak, but looked at the sky in confusion.

The young farmer approached cautiously. He found that the man was wearing a white and gold robe, which looked very precious, which made him feel inferior.

"Are you a noble?"

The man still did not answer him.

After asking many times in a row, the man's expression was indifferent, and the young farmer was helpless.

He looked up at the sky, and the scorching sun was still overhead.

So he took out his wooden water cup and handed it to the strange man.

"It's so hot, drink some."

Originally thought that the man would be like before, but unexpectedly, he took the water cup and drank it all.

"At least leave some for me, how can I work later."

The young farmer was extremely helpless, but he didn't want to waste time, so he hurried to the field and continued to work.

The strange man also went down to the field and plowed the field directly with his feet. The speed was amazing. In less than a moment, he had plowed all his fields.

This made the farmer stunned.

"Are you...are you a knight?"

In his impression, only knights have such ability.

As for wizards, sorry, he is not qualified to contact wizards these days.

Even if he contacts them, most of them can become materials.

The man still did not say a word in the face of the farmer's question.

The young farmer sighed and glanced at the field.

"Anyway, everything is done, and I should go back. By the way, do you want to go back with me?"

The man nodded this time.

….

The next day.

When the young farmer got up, he saw the middle-aged man he brought home yesterday in the yard, practicing with a sword. His golden hair was extraordinarily thick, like a lion king rolling in the yard.

Seeing this.

He immediately showed envy and longing.

"Really, Sir Knight!"

Although the knights in this world are only wizard bloodline tests and attempts at other cultivation systems, the upper limit is very low.

But for most ordinary people, it is still an unattainable existence.

Because, no matter how weak the knight is, he is also extraordinary!

He leaned against the gate of the courtyard and looked for a while. He felt that he had no chance to be a great man like a knight, so he wanted to fetch water.

At this time.

The middle-aged man who had not spoken yesterday suddenly spoke.

"Do you want to learn?"

"What?"

"Want to learn, this knight's way."

"Are you willing to teach me?"

The young farmer asked excitedly.

"Of course! Child, when you meet a stranger who appears on your own land, you can raise your weapon without retreating. The sun is scorching, but you are willing to share your water with me. I am homeless, but you are willing to take me in!"

"Among the virtues of a knight, you have courage, compassion, and dedication, which have accounted for three. I am willing to hand over the knight's way that I have created to you."

The middle-aged man smiled.

He didn't speak yesterday because he didn't know the language of this world yet and could only roughly guess the meaning.

So last night and this morning, he walked around this village and the nearby town of Camelot. The powerful demigod spirit and ability allowed him to learn the language of this world in one night.

At this point, he shouted to the young farmer.

"If you want to learn from me, come here."

He was willing to teach the way of knights in this world. In addition to quietly carving the time and space beacon as a cover for himself, the most important thing was that he saw the opportunity to become a god here!

In this world, besides wizards, there are knights!

In the yard.

"Yes, sir!"

The young farmer approached with excitement.

"From now on, you are my knight squire, kneel down."

"Yes."

The middle-aged man took out a long sword from somewhere and placed it on the young farmer's shoulder.

"If you want to believe in the way of chivalry, you must abide by these eight virtues: courage, loyalty, honor, compassion, honesty, justice, humility, and selfless dedication."

After saying this long paragraph in a rage, the middle-aged man looked at the young farmer, but saw that he was confused and tried to understand.

He felt a little headache, but soon understood.

"You may not understand it now, but I want you to remember it in your heart!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Get up, by the way, this sword is for you!"

The middle-aged man smiled.

The young farmer took the long sword with both hands with excitement.

"Thank you, sir!"

"Then, now, tell me your name, squire!"

"Sir, Gawain, my name is Gawain!"

"Okay, Gawain!"