The mighty lord of online games

Chapter 194 Noble Life
Standing outside the gate of the manor, Zhang Qiang wondered what gift Earl Reyes would give him?

Two books in one box?

What does this mean?
He felt that the old earl must be asking for something from himself, and he heard the heavy cavalry always emphasize that the old earl was full of praise for his chivalry of taking in refugees and helping the weak. In that case, Zhang Qiang estimated that these two books must be something similar to religion. Books like chicken soup for the soul like spirituality.

Sure enough, when he opened the first book on it, he saw on the cover that it said, The cultivation of a knight.

Zhang Qiang already wanted to spit it out. As a citizen of the Chinese country, he had an extremely strong resistance to this kind of books.

Huaxia's education is generally pragmatic. What kind of thinking, practice, cultivation, and activities are very disgusting. The money society looks at money.

How can there be so many arty things to discuss, they are all done by college students and civil servants.

A wage earner like him, if he can't do a good job today, he will have nothing to eat tomorrow.

In the words of one of his former managers, "If you don't do a good job today, you have to go out and look for a job tomorrow."

Enduring the resentment that came from his bones, Zhang Qiang opened the book, thinking of how much the old Earl valued and valued him.

As expected, there were some brainwashing preaching similar to religion, and even some very contradictory views, so Zhang Qiang directly turned it over.

The back is eye-catching.

This is how to teach you how to be a knight.

Well, it is to teach you the cultivation of knights, how to practice martial arts.

Zhang Qiang sat on the chair and began to read tirelessly.

The sun began to tilt, and the swaying candlelight of the animal grease candles in the hall gradually elongated, and the surrounding shadows swayed and increased. Through the small window that was higher than the head of a person, it could be seen that the outside had become dark and gloomy.

Occasionally, dogs barked, cocks crowed, and the uniform footsteps of patrolling soldiers sounded like regular pendulum sounds, and they sounded once at intervals.

The inside of the town hall began to become a little cold and damp.

A chill blew in from the one-person-high window and penetrated into Zhang Qiang's neck, making Zhang Qiang shiver.

He found that the velvet blanket that had once covered the storyteller had been draped over him at some point.

Looking up, he saw that everyone was walking with light footsteps, as if they were afraid of disturbing him.

Seeing Zhang Qiang raised his head, the storyteller hurriedly urged the two slave maids to carry a wooden plate, which contained a coarse ceramic earthen pot, a few pieces of high-quality bread spread with butter, and a pot of high-quality Veruga. The wine was brought over and placed on a small table in front of Zhang Qiang.

At this time, Zhang Qiang heard his stomach rumbling.

He couldn't help but shook his head and smiled wryly, when did he become so fascinated by reading a book by himself.

Since graduating from school, he has never read a book so seriously in a day. Of course, those online articles with moving plots or comfortable reading are exceptions, but they are all facing the computer and mobile phone. There has never been a day when he He would hold a paper book in his hand, smell the aroma of ink from the paper book, and read the book carefully. At this time, he is holding a book made of parchment hundreds of years ago, reading it So mesmerized.

After eating, he was used to lying lazily on the chair, wanting to take a nap before reading that book.

The storyteller said to him cautiously: "Master, if you are tired, go to the bedroom to rest. Francois and I will take care of the affairs in the manor, and Francois will take care of the safety."

Rubbing his swollen temples, Zhang Qiang walked up to his bedroom on the second floor under the guidance of two exotic slave maids.

In the corridor at the door stood four Swadian Kingdom soldiers in solid armor, two senior crossbowmen, and two heavy infantrymen, and two mighty red-robed knights of the Swadia Kingdom stood at the door of the bedroom.

Fine linen sheets, velvet mattresses, velvet quilts, silk gauze curtains, and a big golden nanmu bed that can sleep 4 people with a big quilt.

Two middle-aged women who looked like Russian aunts, with white skin and a cow-like body, removed Zhang Qiang's armor, undressed, bathed, and washed his feet, and then whispered a few words to the two slave maids. , and exited the bedroom.

Zhang Qiang suddenly felt hot all over his body and his mouth was dry. Seeing the two maids undressing and walking towards him with light steps, his heart tightened and he was pushed onto the big bed by the two maids.

Zhang Qiang felt like he was living in a dream.

I have many expectations and nostalgia for the noble life in this world.

When the bed was shaking, all Zhang Qiang could think about was the American drama Spartacus.

As the sky lightened slightly, Zhang Qiang got up under the service of two maids.

Then, wearing armor, he came to the cavalry training ground in the manor.

There are already many mercenary cavalry practicing here.

Zhang Qiang found a random rider and asked him to teach him how to fight on horseback.

When riding a pack horse, Zhang Qiang didn't feel any difficulty, but when riding a junior rider's hunting horse, Zhang Qiang knew the difference.

After falling down a few times, he finally got on his horse, and tremblingly started training as a cavalryman.

The sprinting of the spear made people collapse. He ran for a whole morning without stabbing the head of a straw man on a wooden post.

After changing to a long sword, he found some feeling, or this kind of practice is more suitable for a novice like him.

After riding the horse for two hours, he hit a few wooden stakes. Of course his grades were poor, but it was considered an introduction.

Just when Zhang Qiang wanted to continue practicing, the storyteller ran over. He almost became Zhang Qiang's personal attendant, butler, while Johan Johnson became the administrator in the manor. do it.

Manage the farming of farmers in the manor, the deployment of materials required by craftsmen, logging, the arrangement of miners' buddies, the operation of manor taverns, collection of accounts, and account expenditure of the manor.

And Francois Zhang Qiang didn't see him all day today, so he didn't know what he was up to.

Francie is training his own manor militia, deploying soldiers from the manor to patrol, guard, and guard the vault.

Zhang Qiang took the handkerchief handed over by the servants and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "What's going on?"

The storyteller said: "Earl Plais has returned to Fort Lundia, and he sent someone to tell you that you should go see him."

Zhang Qiang was silent for a while, sighed, what should come will come back after all, after all, he is his own lord, and he has not seen him in the game world for three months, it is estimated that his anger towards himself, his contempt, and disrespect is already gone. The backlog has reached the point where it has to be released.

"Let Francie transfer 5 mercenary cavalry, 5 mercenary riders, and 20 civilians to meet the lord with me. By the way, let that Rolf follow me. He stays in the manor to defend the manor." Zhang Qiang said.

"Yes, master." The storyteller said.

"By the way, why didn't Francois see him?" Zhang Qiang asked.

The storyteller said: "I heard that something happened in the mine, and he took people to deal with it."

"Well, let him come back to see me and report to me," Zhang Qiang said.

"Yes, Master."

Zhang Qiang raised his head and looked at the sky. He didn't feel it yet. Why did the day pass by again? Could it be that the game time has sped up again? "

(End of this chapter)