Old Benson has curly brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, slightly wrinkled forehead, and a shrewd look on his face.
He was originally just a tenant farmer in a knight's manor, but he liked to think since he was a child. This desire for a strange world caused him not to peek at the butler's daughter taking a bath like other bastards when he was a child, but to spend time after studying. superior.
By the time he was eighteen, he could already read a short letter in its entirety, which was something to be proud of.
Old Benson's parents thought that he would become the knight's servant or clerk, and since then a decent person came out of the family, but they didn't expect that on his eighteenth birthday, old Benson directly found the knight and pledged himself He went out in exchange for the right to exploit a small forest in the east.
"I only need one year, and I will repay the debt of my lord's twenty Jin Delong, otherwise I will be branded as a slave!"
He said so at the time, so that everyone thought Benson was crazy.
But later it turned out that they were all wrong!
Desperate old Benson began to cut down the logs in the forest, and hired carpenters to make all kinds of exquisite furniture, which were sold in Casterly Rock City.
This brought him a profit of two hundred silver thalers, and with this money he employed a company of miners, and began to explore the forest, and at last he obtained a small iron ore.
A year later, he handed over one hundred Jin Delong to Lord Knight, and obtained the subsequent mining rights of the mine.
With this first bucket of gold and subsequent donations, Old Benson got rid of poverty and his status as a tenant farmer at an amazing speed, became a freeman, married the old housekeeper's daughter, and opened a small business.
Up to now, the 'Benson's Black Rose' grocery store is not only famous in Casterly Rock City, but also has expanded the business road all the way to Howling Castle, the center of the Windfly Plain!
This is also the thing that old Benson is most proud of so far in his life.
"Hurry up, lads, we're going to Howling Castle before sunset!"
He looked at the slow convoy, frowned slightly, and shouted loudly: "In the hotel, there are hot broth, large pieces of oatmeal bread, and soft women... Or do you want to sleep again in the wilderness?" one night?"
The power of food and women is infinite, and the team's forward speed suddenly accelerated.
Seeing this scene, Old Benson sighed helplessly.
In fact, the law and order around Howling Castle is quite good. Due to the powerful force of the Earl of Blue Mountain and the fact that the area is in the center, the former city guards are often dispatched to sweep up the robbers and large wild beasts on the plain.
The Earl of Blue Mountain at that time could proudly declare that every inch of land under his governance was extremely safe.
But now, things have changed!
The defeat of the war not only caused the Earl of Blue Mountain to lose a daughter and a large amount of ransom, but also hundreds of good guys.
The main force of the city guard was stretched out, coupled with the sudden emergence of Viscount Garcia, the Howling Castle was at its lowest point in history at this time.
On the plain now, not only do you have to be careful of the scattered beasts wandering around, but you also have to be careful of the elusive horse bandits!
Thinking so, Old Benson estimated the strength of his small team, and shook his head sadly, knowing that he alone had no ability to resist risks.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look towards the end of the team.
There, a rather handsome young man with brown hair was riding a black horse, looking around curiously.
The other party was a freeman he met on the way, calling himself William, from the town of Nia.
After receiving the three silver thalers and verifying the other party's identity, Old Benson happily agreed to the other party's request.
Facts have proved that his decision was not wrong.
This William is clean, without a trace of mud-legged temperament, but he is quite similar to those noble lords, and he also has a very good swordsmanship.
One night, Old Benson saw with his own eyes that the other party was holding a long sword in his hand, spinning like a skilled dancer under the moonlight, taking away the lives of one wolf after another.
With that one shot, he saved at least ten Jin Delong's value in old Benson's pocket.
So, he immediately returned the other party's fare in full, and even courted him, talking to William.
Afterwards, Old Benson was surprised to find that although this William was powerful, he seemed to have never walked out of Fengying Plain, and was full of curiosity about everything in the outside world.
It's a pity that his knowledge is not much higher than that of William. When the last trace of stock in his head was cleaned out, the other party returned to that lazy posture and continued to follow the carriage.
The convoy moved forward slowly, and at dusk, they finally arrived at Whistling City.
Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the 30-foot-high city wall stands majestically, showing a dark blue color, with moss growing in the crevices and shadows, giving an illusion of the vicissitudes of history.
"Your Excellency Benson, let's break up here!"
While the convoy was waiting for inspection to enter the city, Wu Minglai bid farewell to old Benson.
"Oh, that's such a shame..."
Old Benson spread his hands: "William, what are your plans for the future?"
"Living in Howling Castle for a while, and... and that tourney! I want to try my luck!"
Wu Ming told the truth, ever since he heard about it, he had plans in this regard.
"With your martial arts, even if you can't win the championship, you will definitely be favored by those knights and nobles..." Old Benson said, "Maybe they will accept you as a servant!"
"Perhaps... Thank you again and goodbye!"
Wu Ming waved his hand, turned and left, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.
If he only wanted to become a knight's retinue, why did he come here
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In Whistling City, there was a lot of people, and there were more mercenaries, adventurers, or wandering free knights, and the atmosphere was a bit noisy, especially in taverns and hotels, where loud noises and fights became the mainstream, which made Wu Ming know that his father was Sen's news is true.
"Agricultural production was extremely important in ancient times. Before spring plowing began, there were similar celebrations..."
"In Whistling Castle, the repertoire is the martial arts tournament held by the Earl of Blue Mountain! In the past, only warriors and knights representing various nobles could participate, and the final champion will receive honors and bonuses... But this time there is a change , the standards will be relaxed, the rewards will be heavier, and there are even rumors that the winners will be promoted unimaginably, so it has attracted a group of speculators to come... "
Wu Ming understood the Earl of Lanshan's approach very well.
The previous war was defeated, and soldiers were lost. At this time, supplementary force is needed.
This martial arts competition is just like a selection contest, and there will inevitably be a large number of outstanding knight seedlings and fighter candidates.
If he doesn't absorb these, how can he recruit troops to resist the pressure of Viscount Garcia
Wu Ming immediately smelled the breath of opportunity.
Of course, he wasn't the only one who saw this opportunity. The mercenaries and adventurers swarmed in, almost overwhelming Wind Howling City.
In the end, Wu Ming had to pay a high price of one silver thaler a day before he finally rented a room in a remote hotel.
He served dinner in the lobby of the hotel. The staple food was onion broth and a few pieces of bread. The owner of this hotel was obviously not as skilled as Aunt Roya, which made Wu Ming a little disappointed.
In the middle of the hall, the smell of vulgar alcohol is full, and there is another bard in the corner, singing beautiful fairy tales and poems loudly.
Of course, drunkards and wandering warblers are indispensable.
The atmosphere is noisy, and it is normal to fight directly if there is a disagreement, but the perpetrators must pay for the cost of the tables and chairs, otherwise they will be unceremoniously thrown into the street by the hotel owner, and the sheriff will be called.
The best end for those who violated the rules of Wuthering City is to be expelled. Of course, measures such as whipping and hard labor are waiting to be used.
"There is still some time before the martial arts competition..."
Wu Ming drank the broth one mouthful at a time, thinking silently: "This time can be fully utilized... church and books!"
These two things are luxury in Nia Town.
Even though there are some illiterates in the knight class, as far as Wu Ming knows, Baron Terry may only have a small study in the entire town of Nia, but obviously, he will not open it to Wu Ming.
Naturally, there is no public library in Wind Howling City, but there are many scholars living here. Wu Ming plans to visit them one by one, hoping that Jin Delong can open their doors.
As for the church, let alone.
In the novels of previous lives, even in history, which church in the Middle Ages is not a bullish existence
Wu Ming is also full of curiosity about the operation of the world church.
"Gavri! You fat pig, do you also dream of participating in the competition?"
Amidst the roar of laughter, the two mercenaries blushed and started the most common brawl performance. The drinkers around gave way to an open space, holding up their glasses and booing loudly.
In the end, the obese mercenary was punched hard and broke the bridge of his nose, lying on the ground like a dead dog.
The victorious mercenary unceremoniously stripped his leather armor and took his purse.
And at this moment, Wu Ming's palm went down like lightning.
Click!
There was a sound of bone cracking, and beside him, a man with triangular eyes withdrew his right hand as if bitten by a poisonous snake, with hatred in his eyes.
"Three hands?"
Wu Ming said coldly: "Don't let me see you again, otherwise I will have to cut off one of your fingers according to the general law!"
puff!
While speaking, he directly picked up the bread knife and stabbed it into the nanmu table.
The knife went straight into the handle, and this terrifying force immediately turned the hatred in the eyes of the three hands into horror: "Please forgive me, my lord! I promise that such things will not happen again!"
He bowed and quickly retreated into the darkness.