Dear Broom Knight.

Chapter 57: The Swordsman Who Is Actually Not Normal
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The youngest knight of the Tiger Blade Adventure Group looked at Yuri with eyes almost shining and clapped his hands loudly.

Even the other swordsman who didn't like to talk couldn't help but look at him and smile: "Why? Do you think Yuri is awesome?"

"Ah... This kind of lying with open eyes, and the ability to instantly make yourself and the opponent become one family even though you obviously can't win, is really admirable." The tall young knight expressed the most incredible longing in the most enthusiastic voice.

The swordsman's smile suddenly froze.

In the Tiger Blade Adventure Group, it seems that all the true and highly sought-after chivalrous codes have disappeared.

They are clearly still risking their lives for their country and their monarch, and are about to fight on the battlefield!

Why are you envious of all this eloquent nonsense!

Why would he, who is so smart and capable, and never does anything unnecessary or says anything unnecessary, hang out with this group of guys?
Even if there must be one normal person in an abnormal group, why can't there be another one to accompany him?
Completely ignoring the fact that he never liked dealing with the abnormally standard Knight Alex, the steady older swordsman could only sigh slowly: "In the future, if you all grow up to be a combination of Leon and Yuri, then..."

"How wonderful!" said Millian, who was standing next to him, with a look of longing.

Seven burst out laughing.

Leon nodded helplessly: “Although it’s a bit embarrassing, the little baron probably won’t care about such a small matter anyway, let’s go straight ahead!

Remember to wear all your white feathers."

"Although we can't use it, at least we have it." Yuri added with a smile, "Not everyone on the other side of the line who claims to be loyal to their Lady has it."

"Great Knight Yagris is really clear-headed." Leon sighed, "Although he is always swayed by emotions and seems a little confused.

But, being able to do whatever one wants according to one's heart is such a luxury! "

Seven looked around and asked seriously, "You guys are so leisurely, are you waiting for the other side to injure a few more people or for someone to die?"

"Silly boy, of course you're waiting for someone to backstab you! Even if you have to acknowledge an ally, you have to show up when you should so as not to cause 'misunderstandings'." Yuri smiled and replied, "Yagris's men are indeed loyal to her, but her knights have been stuffed into the eyes of many kings!
That thoughtful lady would not harm the interests of her beloved Yag when she was causing trouble.

But she would definitely play with the toys that His Majesty the King brought to her door.

Anyway, for Knight Yagris, these are things sent by others, so she won't care where they came from, but she can't guarantee that they will return what they have given, right? "Leon.

"Those people are not on the same path as us." Leon's expression did not change at all, and he answered very straightforwardly, "How can being willing to serve His Majesty the King in some way and being sent directly by His Majesty the King be the same thing?

Even if His Majesty the King mentioned it himself, he would only be talking about the chamberlain, who was his man.

If you take money to do something, it’s natural that the money will be paid when it arrives.”

"The Ice Dog really has no patience." Milian, who had been cross-monitoring with another swordsman, couldn't help shaking his head when he came back again... Although some people would still respect the evil god of the Ice and Snow Cult whose identity was questionable, the followers of the King of the North would never say a good word about them.

Therefore, even if they didn’t bring the dog, they would only use the words “ice dog” to describe the group of cultists.

"From the noise they made, they were probably trying to force the inner circle of the Yagris Knights to take action." Milian complained, "The dogs were barking so fiercely that everyone could hear it.

No matter when that guy moves, the knights with a little bit of brains have already made all the preparations, either back to back or back to the wall, and those who are not trustworthy are not allowed to enter within three meters. "So, if you are unlucky again, you can't complain anymore, which is good." Yuri nodded in agreement, "It depends on who is blind!"

Nowadays, it is very common for people around you to become spies or even cultists for unknown reasons.

Friends, relatives, and neighbors, no one knows whether they will suddenly have an additional identity.

People who have lived with the same order for decades might run into problems!

In the end, as long as no one succeeds in backstabbing you, everyone can just laugh it off.

But given the knight's defensive capabilities, the fact that someone could have successfully plotted against him could only mean one thing...the relationship between them was already comparable to that of a couple or lovers.

After all, the knight's physique and defense are there, and the only time he completely lets down his guard is probably during some charming nights.

Especially if they were overthrown on the battlefield, it can even be said that the trust they had in each other was deeper than that of a husband and wife.

After all, that would require the opponent to be fully aware of the weaknesses of even the armor.

This is a level of trust that is difficult even for fathers and sons to achieve.

Facing the life-and-death test that the Knights of Yagris are about to face, Seven gently plucked the strings of his harp: "No one will be killed or injured, and I will be the unlucky one. Choose one of the two, left or right?"

Except for the steady swordsman who had little interest in their conversation and had been watching what was happening in the distance, everyone else rushed to Seven's left.

"Ah..." Seven thought for a moment, and finally moved his body slightly, letting the swordsman who was standing on tiptoe to look into the distance to his right, "Someone has to take over!"

The betting was thus established, and the members of Tiger Blade began to discuss the stakes.

Under the cold gaze of the swordsman who finally realized what was happening, some bizarre suggestions were quickly abandoned, such as the loser being responsible for washing everyone's stinky socks.

There was no other way. They didn't bring any servants with them, nor could they hire any laundry workers at will. Even as powerful professionals, the members of the Tiger Blade could only handle these daily chores on their own.

No matter how clean a person is, after being in a metal can for several hours, the smell of the lining will be indescribable, not to mention the socks.

But everyone has long left the painful apprenticeship period, and no one is willing to smell their own masculinity even if they smell it now.

Of course, the most crucial thing is that they, the Tiger Blade, are poor enough to not be able to afford good clothes with self-purification runes.

Under the swordsman's vicious gaze, everyone finally reached a consensus: the loser would be responsible for washing dishes in this adventure.

Although it is still an annoying job, for the swordsman who can't cook, he is the one who washes the dishes most often.

So, even though he was still unhappy about being tricked, he nodded and agreed.

(End of this chapter)