Industrial Revolution of the Mage Lords

Chapter 105: The Way of the Knight
When Yurio came out of the territory's medical hospital carrying a small bag containing his spare clothes, he found that more than a dozen residents were cleaning the streets that were originally covered with snow in an orderly manner.

The cold sunlight reflected on the snow piles, so white that it was a bit dazzling, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

Because of the laboratory assassination, he was unfortunately stabbed in the lung by the murderer with a dagger. He originally thought that he would not be lucky this time and would not be able to rely on his strong body to get through it like he did when his hand was broken before.

Who would have thought that after being carried to the hospital, he recovered his health in less than half a month under the careful treatment of Lord Egno.

It was the process of treating his injuries that made him feel a little terrified.

The suture work on his wound was actually performed by a terrifying metal monster with four mechanical arms and glowing red eyes.

Every day, a person wearing a pure white smock with his mouth and nose covered with cotton cloth of the same color would hold a glass tube with a steel needle at the front and inject a strange light green liquid into his body.

……

Just as Yurio was standing in a daze at the entrance of the infirmary, a municipal official in a dark blue uniform suddenly walked in with several soldiers and asked him, "You are Yurio, right? How is your injury recovering? The lord wishes to see you."

My Lord? Is my Lord going to hold him responsible for bringing the assassin into the laboratory?

Although Yurio was a little confused, he subconsciously followed the municipal officials to the castle. Two soldiers stationed in the hall came forward and searched him carefully, even his crotch and soles of his feet.

Then he was led upstairs into a luxurious room covered with thick velvet blankets and as warm as spring.

"This is the Lord's study. Let's wait here. He just got up and is having breakfast..."

In each of the four corners of the small room stood a humanoid metal monster, its crimson eyes fixed on Yurio, who was standing in the room, making him feel nervous, as if a thorn in his back was piercing his nerves.

Fortunately, this awkwardness did not last long. When Lord Harvey walked into the room, all the soldiers and alchemy beasts bent down at the same time.

Yurio also hurriedly recalled the etiquette he had learned during his knight training and knelt on one knee to salute the lord.

"I've already figured out your situation..." A gentle voice came from above. It was Harvey, who had just sat down at the desk. "Even under duress, you were still brave enough to speak out and warn me. This is enough to show your loyalty..."

The word "loyalty" reached Yurio's ears, and his eyes instantly felt sore and his throat tightened. "Lord... I, I was only following the... character of a knight."

Harvey chuckled and teased, "But I remember that you don't seem to be an officially knighted knight."

Yurio's face flushed instantly, and he stammered, "I... I haven't yet collected the necessary tributes for the title. I'm not a noble, nor am I a descendant of knights, so..."

Harvey interrupted his somewhat embarrassed explanation and comforted him, "The title of knight is just an empty honor. True bravery is having the courage to face evil, fight against injustice, and protect the weak. I believe you possess all these qualities."

Wolff, who had just been escorted to the Civic Square and hanged in public three days ago, confessed clearly during his trial that their original plan was divided into two steps. On the one hand, they forced Yurio, who was familiar with the ventilation sewers, to lead the way and sneak into the laboratory to plant framed evidence; on the other hand, they waited for the right opportunity to assassinate him.

This conspiracy from Grizzly Castle resulted in the innocent death of a night patrol soldier. If it weren't for the medical alchemy beast and the healing master Egno at the territory's medical center, Yurio would have been seriously injured and killed. After Yurio calmed down a little, Harvey continued, "I am not a noble myself, so I cannot appoint you as a full knight just for your achievements."

He paused, then continued, "But I'm sure you've heard that the culprit who stabbed you, Wolff, was executed three days ago. His body is still hanging on the gallows in the square for public display."

Yurio bowed his head and answered sincerely in a low voice, "Sir, I am deeply grateful for saving my life. I dare not ask for any title or reward..."

Harvey waved his hand, signaling the guards beside him to pull him up from the ground. "The reward you deserve cannot be erased. Since you have received formal knight training in the past, I have some questions I would like to ask you."

Yurio looked up with a puzzled look on his face, wondering if the lord was testing his fighting skills or knightly etiquette.

"What do you think of today's traditional aristocrats? Don't be perfunctory or afraid to answer, just tell the truth."

The apprentice knight was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and pondered for a moment before answering carefully, "Nobles are born into aristocratic families. The status and position conferred by their bloodline is vastly different from that of commoners like us. However, they never seem to truly value the glory and reputation brought by their status. Most of them are obsessed with money and pleasure, and ignore the suffering of the people..."

He paused, as if he had been holding back a breath for a long time, finally letting it out without restraint. "Most of those fiefdom knights have never followed the true way of chivalry. They scramble for power and profit, allowing their followers to oppress the common people, seizing personal gain in conflicts between nobles, and wantonly plundering the people during war."

"This kind of knighthood and title is a betrayal and a disgrace to me. I don't want it!"

Harvey clapped his hands in appreciation, thinking that this young man has a very high level of spiritual awareness.

He stood up and walked to Yurio, pretending to raise his hand to straighten the collar of his worn cotton coat, and inadvertently glanced down at his empty sleeve.

Yurio also noticed the lord's scrutiny, and with a sense of inferiority, he quickly put his broken arm behind his back, subconsciously trying to cover it up.

"You should have a good rest. I heard that your lung was punctured. Even after you leave the medical center, you must be careful not to catch a cold." Harvey's caring tone made Yurio's eyes red with excitement, but the next words made him widen his eyes in disbelief.

"After the Winter Festival, I will officially recruit you to join the Territorial Defense Force as its political advisor. What do you think? Are you willing to accept?"

"Sir, I'm already a cripple... How can I still join your army? And... what kind of military position is a political instructor? I... I've never heard of it before."

Harvey couldn't help but burst out laughing and patted Yurio's shoulder vigorously, "It means you join my army and teach my soldiers what the true way of chivalry is!"

He grasped Yurio's disabled arm without a trace of joking or discrimination, and solemnly promised, "Don't worry, the treatment technology of the territory's medical center is rapidly developing. One day, there will be a way to solve the problem of your broken hand. After all, many soldiers have been injured and disabled in battle."

Yurio's eyes lit up instantly upon hearing this, and he asked with anticipation, "Sir, is it true? Can you really restore my severed hand? Then... then will I have the opportunity to wield your powerful magical weapons and fight bravely for you and the people of the territory?"

"Of course, the job of political guidance requires leading and inspiring the soldiers' fighting spirit, and always being at the forefront."

Harvey explained with a smile.

My army political commissar must, of course, lead the charge!
(End of this chapter)