The military parade ceremony in the winter festival of 9

Srick looked at the thin boy in front of him, scratching his head depressedly, and the little boy also stared at the adult in front of him who wrapped himself tightly with a cloak. Schwab looked at the two people with big eyes and small eyes interestingly. The little boy was brought from the school that Schwab supported construction. This school was an institution funded by Schwab to cultivate the reserve force of the Mark Legion, and all admitted children from poor families.

"Sir, what does this mean?" Srick turned his head and looked at Schwab, who was gloating, and Schwab coughed softly.

"This is the apprentice I have found for you." Schwab said after his expression. Srik's excellent reconnaissance and assassination ability made Schwab realize that he should have an organization like the Duke of Hanruowei. Assassination and poison stealing in this dark era are not rare. On the contrary, the nobles love this way of investment and rewarding. Nothing is better than assassin, whether to protect themselves or perform some special tasks. This child is Schwab's assassin apprentice handed over to Srik.

"Apprentice? What's your name?" Srick could understand Schwab's idea. When the local position reached Schwab's level, it was indeed necessary to protect Schwab and his family in the dark, but Srick thought Schwab would reject this way that most knights considered mean and dirty.

"I am Hank's son." The little boy had learned from the conversation between Schwab and Srick that the lord of Mark's territory, Lord Schwab, was standing in front of him. Although he felt a little nervous, he remained calm in front of Srick. This calmness made Srick feel a little satisfied.

"So you don't have your own name." Srick knew that some farmers' children did not have their own name. After all, naming a name requires a certain amount of cultural knowledge. Often, fathers and sons have the same name, and at most, when the father is alive, small characters are added in front of the child. The phenomenon of not having a name is also very common.

"I'll give you a name, Choirel." Schwab said, this was the name of a dark elves he had read in his previous life, similar to the name of a very famous novel.

"Thank you, Lord Earl." The little boy was ecstatic and was very honored to be given the name of Lord Earl.

"Well, no matter what your name is, if you die, it doesn't make any sense. Do you know what you are going to learn from me, or do you know what you are going to face?" Srick said in the eyes of Choirel seriously.

"I don't know, but I am willing to serve the Count, working hard and dangerous." Although I was a little timid towards this terrible adult, Little Choir said firmly, with brown eyes revealing unyielding eyes.

"Okay, from tomorrow you come to my room, I will teach you, go." Srick shook his head helplessly.

"Can I leave?" Little Trierel looked at Schwab and asked carefully.

"Go, kid." Schwab nodded, and little Trierel bent down and left.

"How did you choose this kid?" Srick asked.

"His father and family escaped from Baron Russell's territory." Looking at the thin figure of Treir, Schwab felt a little guilty, but he also understood that this era was like this. No one had no choice since he was born as his identity, and he could only do his best to do his job.

"Escape slave?" Srick was a little curious. There were many Escape slaves, so why did Schwab choose this child.

"Barl Russell sent many cavalry to chase them at that time, and was almost caught. Later, this smart child let his family jump into the river and escape to Mark's territory." Schwab's simple words were enough to make Srick's crisis scene appear in his mind.

"Jump into the river." Srick was also a little impressed. At that urgent moment, it was difficult for adults to face it calmly, let alone a child. Maybe he should accept an apprentice.

"Sir Earl, Baron Dick is here, he is waiting for you in the hall." At this moment, the young attendant William knocked on the door and reported to Schwab.

"Very good, I'll come right away." Schwab said. All preparations for the Winter Taming Festival have been completed. The nobles of all sizes around will also bring their families to Mark Fort. Schwab will also take this opportunity to integrate the nobles' strength. Therefore, he wrote to Baron Dick and Sir York to take the lead so that he could discuss with them the decision to conquer Stedingshire.

"Sir, then I won't disturb you." Srick quickly bowed and left.

In the lord's hall, the young Baron Dick was sitting on a wooden chair and discussing a piece of logic with Old Lauke. When Schwab strode down with the company of his servant William, Baron Dick quickly stood up, and Schwab understood Dick's inconvenience in legs and allowed him to sit down.

"Sir, I'm here as you told me." Baron Dick's face was rosy and his complexion was very good, which was very different from the previous period of downs and downs. He said respectfully to Schwab.

"Very good, thank you for your arrival. I believe Sir York will come soon." Schwab sat on his lord seat in the hall with a smile. Baron Dick's respectful attitude was as expected by Schwab. Not only did Schwab defeat his father who tried to deprive Baron Dick of inheritance, he also sent troops to seize Baron Russell's castle, handed the castle to Baron Dick's hands, and supported him into the baron. Of course, Baron Russell was under house arrest.

In the tower, but his confidants were still many. Therefore, in order to stabilize his dominance, the young Baron Dick urgently needed Schwab's support, and Schwab did not disappoint him to send an elite force to help him stabilize his power. However, Schwab did not kill Baron Russell's confidants cleanly. According to Schwab, it was for kindness, but Srick secretly guessed that it was just a means to restrain Baron Dick.

"Sir York arrived with his family." Just as Schwab and Baron Dick were having a chat, the guards outside the door reported.

"Welcome, Sir York." Schwab said with a smile from his seat.

"Great Earl, I'm so embarrassed. I met a pack of wolves on the way, but fortunately my sword is not old, haha, I accidentally got a few wolf skins." Sir York said proudly with his beard, his cheerful voice echoing in the hall.

"Then congratulations to Sir York." Schwab stretched out his hand and asked his servant to bring a wooden chair for Sir York to sit down. At this time, Sir York and the young Baron Dick sat on the left and right sides respectively, and Schwab sat on the lord throne slightly higher. Of course, they dared not question any of this. Schwab not only had the title of Count higher than them, but also had a legion of extraordinary strength. In this era of strength speaking, no one dared to question the real power.

"Sir Earl, is there anything you want to ask us to come?" Sir York sat down and rested for a while, and asked curiously.

"There is something important to discuss with all the nobles." Schwab knew that these nobles did not like the way of speaking in circles, so he said straightforwardly.

"Oh, what's the matter? Does anyone question your authority?" Although the young Baron Dick was young, he was very keen to detect the solemn atmosphere in Mark's territory.

"No, no, besides your father, who dares to question the authority of Lord Earl?" Sir York said out loudly.

"Oh~." Sir York's words made the young Baron Dick feel a little uncomfortable. Although Baron Russell had wanted to deprive him of his inheritance, it must be his father. Moreover, he was now under house arrest in the tower and was punished as he deserved. At this time, being unveiled by Sir York in public, Baron Dick was a little embarrassed to come to Taiwan.

"Of course Sir York has nothing to do with Baron Russell. That's a thing that has happened in the past, and no one will mention it in the future." Schwab saw the young Baron Dick's ugly face and quickly changed the conversation. These nobles like to expose each other when they are together. Many times, those disputes are completely unnecessary, but they are in trouble. Schwab doesn't want this to happen when he is expeditioning to Stockingshire.

"Okay, listen to your Count." Sir York did not dare to contradict Earl Schwab's words. It must be that the terrifying combat power of the Mark Legion always echoed in his heart late at night, making him secretly resolve in his heart that he would never become Schwab's enemy.

"In fact, I'm bringing you all together because I will take back my territory after winter, Stockingshire." Schwab sat on the slightly taller lord seat, looking down at Sir York and Baron Dick. This condescending aura made Sir York and Baron Dick stunned.

"Regain Stocking County?" Baron Dick frowned and fell into deep thought. He thought in his mind that he would have a chance of winning. He must have obtained his title under house arrest. If Schwab fell, his rights would be taken back.

"That is also what it should be. It was your territory. I believe that with the wave of your arms in Stockingshire, the nobles and people will gather under your eagle flag." Sir York did not think so much. In his opinion, Schwab, who had won the title of Earl of Stockingshire, was a natural thing to become the lord of Stockingshire.

"It's not that simple." Sir Dick smiled bitterly and shook his head. He knew very well the complex situation of Stockingtonshire. There were not only aristocratic forces, but also church forces and some town residents who demanded autonomy. If they were not good, they would be driven out. If they had such a good foundation, the Duke of Han Ruowei would not easily hand over Stocking to Schwab, a knight who was not from a long family.

"That's right, it's not easy. I also believe that there is no way to get my own things back through peaceful means." Schwab pounded the handrail hard with his hand, and he was not afraid to meet any challenges.

"Yes, it's the Count who matches my temper, haha." Sir York laughed. For Sir York, who was a warrior, of course, his own things must be fought for by force.

"So, Lord Earl, what do you need us to do?" Seeing that Schwab was determined to get back the dominance of Stockingshire by force, Baron Dick knew that only by fully supporting Schwab himself could he have a way out.

"After winter, I need you to call on the civilians and soldiers from the territory to follow me to Stockingshire. Of course, I will tell you the specific combat plan at that time." Schwab said to them.

"Yes, obey the order of the Count." Sir York and Baron Dick looked at each other, then stood up and bowed. At this time, the two of them did not realize that their actions were the same as those of Schwab's vassals, but they did not resist at all.

When the nobles led their families into the Mark Fort lively, the last festival in the long and cold winter began. The square was built with colorful ribbons. The children shouted and ran around. The huge wooden tables were placed in rows of open spaces. People gathered under the Mark Fort. The jugglers who played tricks drove their carriages to the town. The jugglers in clowns red and yellow costumes threw several small wooden balls into the air and then caught them one by one. The fire-breakers spewed the flames out of the children's screams. The heat wave of the flames brought the warm festive atmosphere of the town in the cold wind.

"Come on, eat, eat." The fat chefs placed large pieces of wild boar meat and broth in the stew pot on the wooden table. People laughed and sat around the wooden table and ate happily. Mark's prosperity benefited the people. When the big barrels of ale were placed around the wooden table, people couldn't help but shout the generous Schwab's name.

"People love you, sir." When Schwab appeared at the window of the castle tower, he looked at Schwab's exposed face, and people knew that it was their generous and kind lord Schwab, so people cheered at him. Old Lauke and bald Otto said happily as he looked at the lively and prosperous scene.

"People love rulers who have the power to protect them." Schwab said with pride as he looked at the subjects he gathered.

"That's right, Lord Earl." Old Lauke and bald Otto took a step back and bowed to Schwab. The knight who came with a bet was unpopular when he entered the Fort Mark, but now he became the true ruler, the ruler and protector loved by people, leading Mark to one brilliant victory after another.

"Come on, the nobles are still waiting, haha." Schwab turned around and patted old Lauke and bald Otto. At this time, in the lord's hall of the tower of the Mark Fort, the nobles gathered together to gather three large wooden tables. The wooden tables were filled with apples, grapes, dried meat, and ale wine. The nobles ate delicious food and praised them. The rich food in Mark Fort surprised them. They did not expect that Schwab was so rich. Although some people could not help but feel bad about it, Schwab looked at it and smiled contemptuously, because he had long expected that these nobles who had forgotten their righteousness would not be kind.

"Sir Earl, we are all ready. Can we start?" Sir Liugudi walked to Schwab in a neatly dressed armor and whispered in a surprised gaze of the nobles.

"What's going on?" The nobles were nervous when they saw Sir Liugudi in military uniform. Some noble ladies had already pulled their children in their arms. Although the banquet was a social activity to adjust the relationship between the nobles, some ambitious people turned the banquet into a battlefield.

"Sir, what does this mean?" an old nobleman stood up and questioned Schwab.

"Oh, no worries, my distinguished guests, are just a show prepared for everyone by my knights, Sir Ryugodie and Sir Korro." Schwab stood up and comforted the nobles.

"Program?" The nobles whispered to each other and didn't know what it meant.

"Our Kingdom of Pumbrus is a brave and warlike country, so Sir Liugudi suggested that a military parade be used to show the bravery and fearless spirit of our nobles in the last festival of winter." Schwab ignored the doubts of the nobles and said loudly, and a powerful voice suppressed the buzzing sound in the hall, "Please go outside and watch."

After Schwab said that, he strode out of the hall. The young attendant William and Adele, who was the maid, followed closely behind him. The nobles hurriedly walked out in a mess. At this time, there was nothing in the castle open space, and only Schwab stood proudly on the steps outside the tower.

"Nothing?" the nobles said in confusion.

"Are the Count crazy? He is so cold and froze to death? It's still warmer next to the fireplace in the hall?" some nobles complained.

"Woo~~~~." Suddenly, Mag, wearing one-third of his breastplate, walked out. He looked at Schwab and the nobles in gorgeous clothes, then picked up a ox horn and blew it up vigorously. The dull horn sound was deafening in the cold wind.

"Roar~~~." The nobles were shocked and saw a group of infantrymen holding eight-meter spears gathering quickly. In the blink of an eye, they formed a square spear outside the castle. The neat square array raised the super spear like a forest.

"It's incredible." The nobles grew their mouths in surprise. The spear infantry raised their heads and wore bright breastplates. Under the command of the sergeant, they walked neatly into the Fort Mark. The sound of the infantry stomping their feet was rumbling like the thunder of winter.

"Continue." Schwab looked at his main spear infantrymen entering the Mark Fort, and the nobles responded in shock and ordered Mag.

"Woo~~~~." When Mag blew the trumpet again, the sound of horse hooves sounded outside the castle. A rebellious light cavalry wearing colorful clothes raised the shiny scimitar in his hand and entered the castle in a noisy. Although these light cavalry were not as neat as the spearmen, the more powerful the cavalry was, the less disciplined the nobles were.

"Woo~~~~~." This time, without pause, Mag's horn sounded, and the nobles saw a cavalry wearing plate armored heavy armor, slowly entering with carriages in hand. Their team was obviously much quieter than the light cavalry in front of them, but this silence of the sound of horse hooves and the friction of the armor was terrible. Sir Liugudi proudly led the cavalry past Schwab and the nobles. At this time, the nobles, who were shocked by Schwab's powerful military strength, could no longer express what they saw in words. This powerful combat power made the nobles extinguish the ambition in their hearts. They swallowed their dry throats unconsciously. Sir York and Baron Dick looked at each other, showing a knowing smile, and were glad that they chose Schwab as their loyalty.

"How can such a lively thing be missing us?" Before the nobles could recover, a crisp and refreshing voice sounded, and a girl riding a horse with red hair rushed in from outside the castle. The girl was wearing small scale armor, an otter cloak behind her, and a battle axe hanging around her waist. Behind her, a group of tall people, wearing scale armor or leather armor, a horned helmet on her head, and a sharp battle axe in her hands.

"Oh my God, the OVID." The nobles retreated in horror, but Schwab shook his head helplessly and looked back at Adele, while Adele lowered his head uneasily.

"It's okay, that's the friend of Lord Earl, His Highness of the Princess of Ovid." Old Lauke hurriedly comforted the nobles.

"What? The royal family of the Ruvedes." The nobles solemnly looked at Schwab at this time. How much strength does this count hide? Even the bloodthirsty Ruvedes are in his camp. When they saw Sari leading Ruvedes to the phalanx of the spear, they felt relieved.

"The military parade begins~~~." Bald Otto proudly drew out his sword and pointed obliquely towards the direction of the quadratic array. Under the leadership of the sergeant, the soldiers of the quadratic array slowly walked past Schwab and the nobles with the rhythm of the drums and flutes in the team. When they walked to Schwab, the soldiers of the spears shouted neatly and raised the super spears. This neat visual and auditory effect of the army's marching was a huge impact on everyone, making people feel like they were facing irresistible power.

When the entire parade was over, people were still immersed in the atmosphere of solemn power brought by the army. Schwab looked at the deterrent effect brought by this simple parade with satisfaction. He believed that when he was expeditioning to Stocking County, anyone should consider making trouble in Mark's territory, the revenge power of the legion in Schwab's hands.

"Okay, my dear, the fun is over. Let's go back and continue the banquet. William asked the servant to bring our brandy, which is the wine made by Mark himself. I believe you will never forget its wonderful taste after drinking it." Seeing that his purpose had been achieved, Schwab greeted the nobles to return to the banquet and brought his brandy to make the atmosphere of the banquet hotter.
Chapter completed!