Chapter Eight, Mauch-Brazer
"Dang~"
The Swift Sword twisted into a ball of light and shadow. In Sid's hand, the light sword of the Holy Temple was like a poisonous snake, moving like a dragon, making Moltke complain.
Out of fear of Sid's "resistance" of his magical skills, Moltke stood firm as hard as possible to prevent Sid from staggering him, otherwise he would only be killed instantly with Sid's strength.
However, because he was too afraid of being staggered, Moltke's own pace and rhythm were very chaotic. He came up and fought with Sid for five or six rounds, and the apprentice Knight was already in a hurry.
Huh? Sid, who kept attacking Moltke's right hand, was also a little surprised.
Normally, the old knight brings the apprentice knight and a few knight entourages, and the apprentice comes out to practice and increase combat experience. This is an extremely classic combination. It seems that Moltke is young and very young, and it should not be more than twenty-three years old. He obviously should be the apprentice of the old knight. This is a sign of preparing to become a regular person. Therefore, Moltke's strength should be lower than the two old knights.
But in fact, according to Sid's judgment, even if the two old knights combined, they probably are not the opponent of this apprentice knight!
So why is this man an apprentice knight?
Without time to think about it, Moltke made a move.
"Heroic Raid!" Moltke took a step back, his body had accumulated strength, and smashed towards Sid like a shell.
The sword in the hand of the apprentice knight draws the eight-character dance from an elegant angle, and takes the face of Sid.
Sid did not panic at all. The beautiful boy slid sideways, allowing Moltke's sword to enter the inner line of his torso cylinder to shift from the right side, and quickly came out. The thin sword edge drew a semicircle along the opponent's knight's sword guard and rushed forward.
Spiral thorn!
"Dang~" Moltke fell to the ground, and the feather on the apprentice knight's kite helmet was picked up in the air by the Swift Sword, and the remaining force came down and shook back and forth.
"Cei Rang." Sid's smile-like expression was as always: "Good level, Mr. Moltke."
"I lost." Moltke squeezed out a smile awkwardly.
"Ryzlan! The best in the world!"
"We Ryzlans are invincible!"
"Master, I want to learn the Sword of Swift!"
The cheers were rising and falling, which made the Raven Knights very embarrassed. Seeing this, Sid clapped his hands: "Okay, everyone, we are just a competition. Ball, David and this Mr. Moltke are all good friends. Everyone wants to go out to do business together and may encounter troubled enemies. I am just demonstrating them how to guard against the Swift Sword routine. If you really have to duel seriously, I really may not be their opponent."
As soon as this was said, the two old knights looked much better, but Ball smiled and said, "If you lose, you lose. If you are not as skilled as others, you don't need a guy, you can make excuses for us. Our strength is indeed not as good as you. This is also a good thing for us. It seems that you don't have to worry about something unexpected when you entrust me to follow us on this trip, hahahaha!"
"What can I do alone? I still have to rely on everyone's help, work together to complete the commission, hahahaha." Seeing that the old knight was not stubborn, Sid, who knew what he knew, also followed Ball and smiled. He reached out to pull Maoqi and said to the group of apprentices, "Who else wants to try it?"
"I, I, I!" "Please make sure I'll do it!"
In the next ten minutes, all the knight entourages came up to challenge, and no one could walk through Sid's hand.
There were even a few mercenaries coming up to challenge him, but they were defeated by Sid with one blow.
"Making you a warrior is not that you throw yourself out at the enemy!"
"Roamer, your weapon is short, think about the distance before attacking! How many circles do you think you can circle me?"
"It's too slow! This heavy weapon is not suitable for you. I'll kill you ten times if you attack once!"
Everyone was defeated in waves, which attracted more challenges. Soon, the news of "a master of Xunjie Sword" guiding swordsmanship for free in Xunfeng Passenger Transport spread wildly. People who watched the fun and wanted to make friends with them, who really wanted to learn skills rushed in from outside, and the waiting hall was overcrowded.
Unfortunately, the carriage of Xunfeng passenger transport was ready at this time, and Sid stopped the competition and boarded the carriage with the Raven Knights and prepared to set off. Only then did everyone say goodbye reluctantly.
The two old knights were in a carriage. Seeing this, Sid and Moltke boarded a carriage with Moltke. Eight cornerstone entourages and four apprentices of the original intention entourage squeezed two carriages. The raven knights' 3 war horses and 3 pack horses were handed over to the entourage to take care of and follow behind.
"Go off!" The coachman announced his departure after being confirmed.
With the sound of the axle rotation of "gurugu" Sid and Moltke sat opposite each other.
The tent is relatively thick, and it makes a puff sound as the carriage shakes. There are only simple wooden seats arranged on both sides in the carriage.
"You are so amazing, Mr. Sid." Moltke took the initiative to raise the topic: "Very few people can have this strength at your age, and even Nobilis is rare."
"It's okay." Sid nodded, and he was also a little curious about the young knight: "Your strength is also good."
"Can you tell me where you learned the anti-rejection skills? Moltke asked actively: "This is not much like the skills you can learn in Rezlan."
Sid was not surprised by this. He taught his disciples and starved to death. It is the truth in this world. Few people are willing to openly let everyone learn the skills they have mastered. Instead, they are replaced by a large number of small groups. Many advanced combat skills are controlled by various small groups. Only by paying a lot of money or even joining themselves can they learn.
And to be honest, only in the world of swords and magic will there be conditions to use such magical skills as rebound and pushback.
"The Raven Knights have been established for 2,000 years. Is there any in the Knights?" Sid gently pulled the topic away.
"Of course there is, but I'm not a formal knight. I can only read books on this aspect in the Outer Court Library. I can't get into the Inner Court." Moltke spread his hands, and the expression on his face was depressed and helpless: "So I've just read it."
"How many years have you been an apprentice knight?" Sid was really strange now.
"I'm 22 years old this year and have been a trainee knight for five years." Moltke was angry when he talked about this: "It's been five years. In order to wait for a place to become a regular, I have been waiting for a full five years. Do you know how I got through these five years?"
"That's really strange." Sid asked as Moltke said: "You can steadily surpass them, why can't you become a regular?"
"The formalization needs to be established." Moltke seemed to finally find someone to talk to. He spit out all the bitterness: "I don't know anything else. In the Raven Knights, there is a quota limit for official knights. After all, one more knight requires an additional salary, an additional armor, weapons, and war horses. The years have not been done well, and the output of the manor is limited. His Majesty prohibits us from taking on tasks and doing business privately. Therefore, it is really difficult to become a regular. Ball and David are all in their forties, but they just refuse to retreat."
"Don't be discouraged, buddy, I believe you will be able to become a regular soon." Sid said with a smile: "Someone will succeed in becoming a regular?"
"It's hard, there is only one way to become a regular, which is to endure it." Moltke smiled bitterly and said, "Wait slowly."
"How to say it?" Sid was interested in understanding the current situation of the Imperial Knights.
"As you can see, I am an Iquith blood descendant, but my bloodline is already very thin, and I was not born into an influential family. The family still has about 600 acres of land and several shops." Moltke held the Kite Helmet in his hands with both hands: "The only way for an apprentice knight like me who lacks influence and cannot donate a large amount is to endure it."
"Qualification? Results?" Sid touched his bare chin. Although he was only 17 years old this year, he seemed much older than Moltke.
"It's not that easy to become a regular knight. First of all, I'm looking for the right person." Moltke sighed: "Look at me, I'm looking for Ball and David. They are already older and need fresh blood."
"This is normal, it's a master and apprentice." Sid expressed his understanding.
"It's a master-apprentice, not a master-apprentice." Moltke said you don't understand: "From the beginning of joining their disciples, I have to do things for them. They have tasks, I have reports, I will write, I will solve them, I will do all their achievements, but 'I' does not exist in these achievements. The person who completed the mission is not Moltke Blaze, the person who reported the report is not Moltke Blaze, and even many tasks that go out to fight are completed in their armor and masks. When I was sleeping in the open, the two of them were responsible for receiving salaries and enjoying barbecue in the Knights. Do you know what I mean?"
"But if they encounter trouble and problems, then everything is my responsibility and my mistake. I must come out and take the initiative to tell the great mentor, the flag captain and the others that I did the things, and I don't know how many times I have been locked up and whipped because of this."
"Then this is really a scam." Sid sneered a few times: "I think I understand. This time they will take you with them to earn extra money, not to train you, but..."
"I miss a thug." Moltke leaned back and seemed to have finally spit out all the words in his stomach. He felt much more comfortable: "This is the fifth year. Finally, in the fifth year, 'Moltke-Blaze' is finally the one who exists. I began to be allowed to appear on the list and in the team, which is very difficult."
"Is this situation very common? Has no one resisted?" Sid still looked like he was smiling.
"Of course you can resist, of course you can be dissatisfied, of course you can refuse." Moltke said helplessly: "It's just that when you show dissatisfaction, even a little bit of signs of wanting to go against their wishes, even if you want to get two more Jin'erjus, you will be abandoned. All the official knights will reject you. You will never get a little chance from now on, unless something unexpected happens later, the place you will be converted to regular will never be your turn."
"Then do you just wait like this?" Sid said as Moltke said. After hearing the young man's words, he probably had some understanding of the current situation of the Raven Knights.
"I have been waiting for five years. Do you say I'll give up at this time?" Moltke spread his hands: "Wait a little longer. Ball and Mr. David are about to 50 years apart. When they are 50 years old, if they can't go further in their strength, they should prepare to 'retreat'. They promised to recommend me to become a regular at that time."
"This is too miserable." Sid finally showed a little emotion: "I'm serious, Mr. Moltke, your strength is very good. There is no need to continue wasting time in the Knights. The age of 18 to 25 is the best age in life. Although I am a mercenary middleman, I have also been recruited by the Knights, but..."
"You are different, Mr. Sid, you are different." Who knew that Moltke couldn't listen to Sid's words at all: "If you have this appearance and strength, you will never have internship time if you enter the Knights. You will be an apprentice in the first year, a entourage in the second year, and a formal knight in the third year. If you can go further in the future and enter the hero level, then the Raven Knights will pour all the resources into you, and the Black Eagle Palace will also notice you."
Sid was silent.
Hero level, is that?
Since he traveled through time, Sid learned that this is a world of swords and magic, and it is also a world that emphasizes strength. In this world, the strength level is divided into seven levels. If it includes zero level, there are eight levels. However, zero level unemployed people are generally not included in the level.
The Hero Level is the fourth level in the seventh level system.
"Did you awaken your professional talent?" Sid asked.
"Of course." Moltke seemed to feel insulted by Sid's words. He said impatiently: "I awakened my professional talent at the age of 7! I didn't go to church, do you think I can't do it?"
"I'm 3 years old." Sid said coldly.
"Fuck!" Moltke was so angry that he was so angry that he stopped talking to Sid, and sat alone in the carriage, feeling sulky.
Can you awaken your professional talent by yourself as a symbol of the divine blood nobles? Even if the power of blood is no longer as good as before, Nobli and Iquith can still rely on the power of blood to awaken the talent by awakening the talent by the profession.
The remaining Cies or Gaius will get a chance to awaken the talent of professionals at the age of 9 or 13. The priests are responsible for baptizing them. However, the baptism of those with good talents is very low, while the baptism of those with poor talents is high. The nobles can ensure that every child of their children is baptized. Ordinary citizens can grit their teeth and let their excellent children be baptized. The fourth-class Seus often requires several families to raise money to allow the best young people in the village to be baptized.
The better the child’s talent, the lower the fee, the worse the child’s talent, the higher the fee.
For example, as far as Sid knows, because Lao Ma's talent is not very good, his parents spent 30 Jin'ejus to make the priest spend a lot of effort to help him awaken his professional talent.
So what if you don’t have enough money and cannot awaken your professional talent?
These people are at the zeroth level, and they have a title in the Holy Empire - the unemployed.
They are the most ordinary people, and these people account for about 50% of the total number of mortals. The fate of the unemployed is destined to be human beings. They can only appear in the world as "peasants" and "low-level coolies" in their lives. They have no chance to change their destiny. The unemployed people form the most basic population and low-end labor force in this world.
The fate of unemployed people is very tragic, and this is often not because they do not work hard.
Although the unemployed have the lowest status, these people still constitute the grassroots power of the entire society.
The unemployed only knows how to carry out some simple labor and collection, such as cultivating the land in a broad way, farmers, fishermen, hunters, herders, and some unemployed people can act as porters, coolies, carriage pullers, and boaters, but they can hardly act as roles with a little technical connotation, such as carpenters, charcoal burners, sailors, etc.
The unemployed are accompanied by barbarism and stupidity. Almost all unemployed people find it difficult to receive the correct form of education. Therefore, they often show greed, hatred, and cruel nature. They despise the weaker and conquered people. When facing problems, they show superstition and ignorance. Some people extremely like to argue and use violence, and desire stimulation like hungry beasts, while others endure everything silently like old ox, cold and paralyzed, and calm.
The needs of most unemployed people are actually very simple. They only want to obtain a trivial and sufficient position to shelter from the wind and rain in this skyscraper of the Holy Empire, but the Empire State Building seems too heavy for unemployed people.
So what happens if you awaken your professional talent?
Those who awaken their talents will start with a first-level professional - the original intention.
The original intentions are the backbone of the society, and they also account for 30%-40% of the total population.
Mortals began to differentiate at this level. Anyone who was baptized with the original intention can often obtain simple physical strengthening and master simple techniques. Carpenters, sailors, hawkers, vendors, and herb collectors will know how to make trolleys and pitchforks, barbers, doctors, handicraftsmen, and excellent farmers are also indispensable parts of the cornerstones of the empire.
In addition to settlers, most of the new recruits of the empire and the mercenaries of Ryzlan were at this level.
Adventurers will also choose their future path at this level. No matter what profession they are, they can learn some expertise or stunts once they have successfully transferred their jobs.
For example, the fighter's expertise is "stun resistance", "physical strengthening" and combat skills "shuttering", "harvest strike" and "shield strike" to choose one to learn. Of course, this requires finding a tutor and paying a considerable amount of study.
The first-minded adventurers can only accept some lowest-level commissions and do some small tasks to earn some insignificant survival expenses and activity funds for themselves. This is the time when the so-called master-apprentice relationship is the most reliable. The first-minded adventurers often choose to join trade union organizations or various gangs to obtain some protection - these protections will be doubled back to the organization in the future, but a strong bond has been established.
The first-class aspirants with excellent family background or wealth can quickly skip this stage, while the remaining first-class aspirants must be tempered. Fortunately, as long as the talent of the first-class aspirants is not hopelessly bad, then spend enough time most people can successfully advance to the cornerstone level.
But for a small number of people, this time may only be 3 months, while for most people, this time may be 20 years!
This is reality.
Chapter completed!