Chapter 37: The prototype of the ruling

Schwab looked at the soft leather in his hand, and outlined a map with green dye, but this map did not look like mountains, rivers and rivers at all. It was made of various patterns intertwined with dots. What exactly was this? Schwab raised the leather map in his hand to Srik.

"I don't know, this is what Lünel got from the Bernese family." Srick shrugged. Of course, this difficult problem was given to the boss. Of course, if this puzzle was solved so easily, then the Bernese and the Lunell family would have taken away the treasure long ago. Why wait until now?

"Okay, let it go first." Schwab decided to put this illusory treasure aside. After all, there are still many things that need to be done after receiving the entire Stockingshire. The workshops in the Mark Territory also need to be moved to a suitable location. These workshops represent many technologies beyond this era and must be strictly kept confidential. In the war to unify Stockingshire, the bronze artillery and hand cannons used by the Mark Legion have attracted the attention of some people. Among these people, there are many people with power in the upper class. How to treat these people will be a long-term problem.

"Sir Earl, what are you going to do if you are the children of the Stocking County nobles?" asked Srick.

"What are those people?" Schwab stood up from a solid wooden chair. Although these noble children were incorporated into the Mark Legion, they were actually just to protect the loyal hostages of the nobles. Of course, these cannot be said on the table. However, it is not a matter of keeping these energetic young men idle all day long. Fighting and fighting have almost become their commonplace, which makes the Mark officers suffer a headache. Suddenly, Schwab thought of the masterpiece written by Dumas, "Three Musketeers". In fact, according to the world Schwab came from, the French king Louis set up the Guards Musketeers camp to control the children of the nobles and enhance the military strength of the royal family. Why don't he learn this experience? Thinking of this, Schwab immediately said to Srick, "I am going to form an elite knight group composed of noble children."

"Steptune? Lord Earl, do you know how much it costs us?" Srick said unhappily. To form a knight requires purchasing armor and weapons for the knights and their servants. Although Schwab is very rich through trade, he cannot withstand such a cost.

"No, you can order the knights to buy armor and weapons on their own."

"Okay, but Lord Earl, why should they fight for you?"

"Haha, my friend Srick, I'll give them what they want." Schwab said to Srick with a smile, which seemed to be a fox to Srick.

"But Count, they are not all knights, and there are also children of nobles who are nothing." Srick said to Schwab. It is undeniable that most nobles are in awe of Schwab's force, but many people are still clever and use their sons who are not favored and have no inheritance rights as hostages in their families.

"Then let them form an infantry regiment, and I will award them the title of Lord." Schwab came up with this title, of course this title cannot be hereditary, it is just a temporary honorary title.

"I don't know if this works? But I will try." Srick didn't know something was wrong, but obeyed Schwab's orders.

"Very good, this order is a major reparation for the Mark Legion. If you call Old Lauke, I will revise the rules about this order in detail with him."

"Yes, Lord Earl."

Schwab's order was soon implemented in this initial court. When everything was ready, Schwab ordered the two hundred knights and three hundred lord infantry to gather in the square open space of Fort Oshevido. He dressed in gorgeous noble clothes and walked to the steps of the hall to face the descendants of these nobles.

"Today, do you know why I gather you?" Schwab said loudly to the confused young men. They looked at each other and couldn't understand what the Earls had to do with them.

"I don't know." The young men said one after another.

"How many of you are knights? Raise your hands." Schwab pointed at these people and asked.

"I am."

"I am." Half of them raised their hands, while others were silent.

"Very good, the Knights stand on the left, and the people who are not the Knights stand on the right." Schwab separated the men, and the crowd divided into two teams.

“What is this to do?”

"Knights, do you remember how many enemies you have killed?" Schwab asked.

"This, no~~~." These so-called knights were just titles purchased by the nobles for their children through money. Their only battle was to fight the Mark Legion, and they were all captured. When they said this, they all lowered their heads in shame.

"The knight is a title given to the brave, and only those with the bravest and most skilled fighting skills can obtain it. It is a shame for you to obtain such noble titles by the gospel of your father." Schwab scolded mercilessly. This scolding made the knights look angry, but the shadow of failure still lingered in their minds.

"Knights, the reason you fail is because of your arrogance and stupidity. If you can be like gold nuggets back, then you will be able to rejuvenate your true value." Schwab continued to fool these knights.

"What can we do to pick up our glory again?" the impatient knight said loudly, his words resonated among the knights, and everyone nodded.

"I will lead you to regain your glory." Schwab was like a fanatical pyramid schemer, instilling ideas into the simple minds of these knights. In order to deepen the impression of these knights, Schwab waved to the craftsmen waiting beside him. He saw those craftsmen surrounding a strange cabinet. The craftsmen who were signaling Schwab immediately opened the door of the wooden cabinet.

"Wow, what is this?"

"God, how luxurious." The knights and everyone present saw a complete pair of armor hanging on the T-shaped wooden rack in the open cabinet. The armor was made of plate armor. The helmet was a giant barrel. The top of the helmet had two wings like a cow's horn. The decoration was proudly semicircular, like a full moon. A white thin linen blouse was tied on the bright breastplate. A black cross was painted in the middle of the blouse. The arm of the armor was a whole iron arm armor, and the armor on the legs was a lobster armor. On the right hand of the armor, a round-headed mace made of iron was leaning against the right hand of the armor.

"This is a Teutonic armor, which is the most loyal and bravest knight for me. Only the most outstanding knight deserves it." Schwab looked at the people who showed a fanatical look on the field, and felt a little proud. It was the time to instill the Teutonic concept in these young men.

"How much does this cost?" someone said enviously.

"Damn it, this is not a matter of money. Imagine being the Teutonic Knight who became the Count, people's envious eyes."

"No matter what, this armor is so beautiful." The knights attracted by the glory and the beautiful posture of the armor chose to do allegiance to Schwab without hesitation. Schwab incorporated the original members of these Teutonic Knights into the organization of the Teutonic Knights, and Baron Liugudi was appointed as the deputy leader. Schwab of course served as the Grand Chief. In fact, the real Teutonic Knights were appointed by the church because the appeal of religion is far higher than that of the secular world, but Schwab only established a preliminary form. He was not sure whether he could make the Teutonic Knights recognized by the church in the future, but these things were not what he was considering now.

"Is this OK? Let these guys fall into a fantasy of glory?" Srick came to Schwab's side and said.

"Of course it's not the only one. This is just a preliminary. They must go through the same training as the Mark Legion and lose their previous exaggerated spirit. I will establish three classes. The highest level is the Teutonic Knight, the second level is the attendant Knight, and the lowest is the Lord Infantry. They will go through layers of elimination and screening, select the best people from them, and be tested every three years."

"It's really strict. In a sense, this strictness is more than the Mark Legion." Srick could imagine what kind of power would be produced in this strictly trained group, but he didn't understand why Schwab wanted to establish such a knight.

"Maybe, the Mark Legion is a legion formed by civilians. They must rely on the cooperation of groups to defeat the enemy. The Teutonic Knights are different. They are elites and will bear greater responsibilities in the future. As for which step they will go, I don't know." Schwab thought of the tragic song of Tortune in his own world, hoping that the knights he created would surpass that tragic fate.

"Didn't you say, let them buy protective gear and weapons by themselves? Why did the craftsmen make so many armor?" Srick asked curiously as he looked at the craftsmen who distributed armor and weapons for the knights.

"Don't you know? Many of those knights are poor, so I provided them with a way to pay off their debts for me. Although the Teutonic armor I provided them with was not as gorgeous as Teutonic armor, it was enough for them to use.

Schwab looked at the maces distributed in the hands of the knights and smiled happily. This may be the weapon he used when he had just traveled through time. Now he has promoted this heavy blunt weapon, so that these knights would immediately wave this terrible mace and cause bloody storm among the enemies!
Chapter completed!