After hearing Oren's words, Mr. Staley slowly recalled the child named Oren.
He was deeply impressed by the kid named Oren. He always borrowed books from him and read. Not only did he learn knowledge quickly, but he also treated knowledge with great respect.
Then he looked at the man who had changed so much before him and exclaimed in surprise.
"Little Oren. Are you really little Oren? How did you become like this?"
After Oren saw Mr. Stray's look of disbelief, he explained the reason to him.
"You know. When I was selected as a knight squire, I kept training and became what I am now."
After hearing Oren's explanation, Mr. Staley also recalled what happened.
After all, that incident was considered a big event in the entire Bose City.
Looking at Mr. Stray's somewhat thin body, Oren slowly covered Mr. Stray with the wool blanket he just bought from the market.
Even though the sun is shining now, Mr. Stray's old body still feels cold.
Seeing Oren's actions and feeling the warmth brought by the wool blanket, Mr. Strain felt very happy.
"Oren, you are still so considerate."
Oren just smiled and said to Mr. Stray.
"This is what I should do, Mr. Stray."
After covering Mr. Stray with a thick woolen blanket, Oren moved a stool and sat next to Mr. Stray, talking with him about his many years of participation in the war.
Mr. Stray is a good person to listen to, and Oren also wants to have a good chat with his mentor and spend more time with him.
After all, for Mr. Staley, at this age he does not really need material attention, spiritual comfort is what he really needs.
Oren stayed with Mr. Stray for a long time and then took leave of Mr. Stray.
As soon as Oren walked out of Mr. Stray's house, he saw a man running towards him from a distance.
Oren took a closer look and saw that it was his former friend Ange. Ange had now grown into an adult, but his figure was a little thin. His gray hair was neatly arranged on his head.
Before he even got close, the sound had already reached Oren.
"Oren! Oren!"
Upon seeing this, Oren hurriedly rushed towards him. Then the two hugged each other tightly and responded to him excitedly.
"Ange, long time no see. How have you been these past years?"
The two of them looked at each other after hugging each other. Ange looked at Oren in front of him. He was very strong and handsome, and he was as thin as a bamboo pole, only as high as Oren's shoulders. He was so impressed by Oren.
Extremely envious.
"It's been a long time since I last saw you, Oren. You're finally here. I'm still the same as before. Pretty good. But you, Oren. You've changed so much over the years."
Oren looked at the thin man in front of him. This was the first good friend he had met in Bosai City, and he had given him a lot of help.
"Don't you know my situation? Ange. After all, if you don't grow stronger, how can you fight with others?"
After Oren finished speaking, the two laughed together. This sentence reminded them of some past events.
When they were still studying in school, they often fought with some kids of the same age in the city. At that time, Oren came from a small village after all, and he was extremely thin, as thin as a toothpick.
Ange, on the other hand, has always been stronger than his peers because of his family. Every time they fought, Ange was in the front. Ange had said this to Oren at that time.
As time has passed, the physical conditions of the two have become completely opposite. Oren looks extremely strong, while Ange is extremely thin.
The two walked towards the blacksmith's shop while chatting. Ange also told Oren why he knew Oren was at Mr. Stray's place.
It turned out that Ange returned to the blacksmith shop not long after Oren left the blacksmith shop, and immediately learned the news about Oren from those friends. He rushed here without stopping.
The two of them walked all the way to the blacksmith shop, called up their former friends, and planned to go to the city to have a good drink together and reminisce about the past. As for the work in the blacksmith shop, it is nothing to delay for a day. There is nothing better than meeting old friends at this moment.
more important.
Several people came to the tavern in the city, found a private room, and began to talk about their many years of experience.
Everyone was very happy to meet their old friends. Everyone except Oren was very drunk. So Oren sent them back to their homes one by one.
After sending them home, Oren went home thinking about it. When he got home, his parents had already prepared dinner. Old Art and his wife also knew that Oren was going to catch up with old friends.
After Oren spent a few days with his parents at home.
On this day, a guard walked to Oren's house and found Oren. After seeing Oren, he said loudly to him.
"Lord Oren, Baron Filer is looking for you."
Oren, who was sitting by the fire chatting with his parents, was a little puzzled after hearing what the guard said and asked the guard.
"Did Lord Baron say you had anything to do with me?"
The guard shook his head.
"My Lord Baron just asked you to come to him as soon as possible."
Seeing this soldier, he didn't know why Baron Filer was looking for him. Oren briefly spoke to his parents and left the house with the guard, heading towards the city lord's palace.
All the way, Oren was thinking about what Baron Filer was looking for. After all, there is no war now.
After a while, the two arrived at the city lord's palace, and then the guard took Oren towards the place where Baron Filler usually handles things. After arriving outside Baron Filler's study, the guard said to Oren.
"Lord Oren, Lord Baron is waiting for you inside."
After saying that, the guard left, leaving Oren alone. After sorting himself out, Oren walked inside.
As soon as Oren entered, he saw Lord Feilelan sitting on a chair and staring at a document attentively. He didn't even notice Oren coming in.
"Lord Baron, I'm here, what do you want from me?"
After hearing Oren's voice, Baron Filer put down the documents in his hand, looked at him, and pointed to the stool in front of him.
"Here you go, Oren. Sit down first."
Oren didn't hesitate after hearing this, and quickly sat on the stool and looked at Baron Filler.
After Oren sat down, Baron Filer also slowly told Oren the reason why he called him over.
"In this war in the kingdom, our military exploits have been initially calculated. You performed outstandingly in this war and your military exploits are very outstanding. Your military exploits are very high.
The kingdom has decided to grant you the title of baron. So you will rush to the royal capital with me soon."
After Baron Filler finished speaking, he looked at Oren quietly.
Oren was shocked when he heard the news. He was made a baronet. Oren never thought he would get a title.
The importance of a title is self-evident, even if it is just a baron. But within the Kingdom of Frant, it belongs to the real nobility.
It is a class that ordinary people cannot transcend in their lifetime. The title within the Kingdom of Frant is not just a title. It also has actual territory. Becoming a noble is what every ordinary person yearns for.
But Oren never thought that one day he would become a noble. He asked Baron Filer with some surprise.
"Lord Baron, is there an error in the statistics of this battle? My merits should not be enough to achieve a knighthood, right?"
After hearing Oren's unbelievable words, Baron Filer said calmly.
"It's unmistakable. Don't worry. All of us have seen your performance on the battlefield. And Marquis Joseph has also spoken for you. You don't need to question the authenticity of your achievements."
After hearing what Baron Feile said, Oren couldn't believe it. Oren didn't expect that Marquis Joseph would remember such a little person as himself and speak for himself.
Asked Baron Feile with some doubts.
"How could Lord Baron, Lord Marquis Joseph, speak for me?"
After hearing Oren's question, Baron Filler also shook his head in confusion. Then he said to Oren in the affirmative.
"I don't know either. But don't worry, your merits will be fine."
Oren suppressed the doubts in his heart after hearing Baron Filer's affirmative words.
Then he thought that since he had been knighted for his meritorious service, Mr. Purton and Knight Tyron must also be knighted.
After all, they also performed very well in this war. Then they asked Baron Filer about Mr. Purton's situation.
"Where are Lord Baron Mr. Purton and Knight Tyran? Will they also go to the royal capital with us?"
After hearing Oren's words, Baron Filer shook his head and said with some regret.
"They are not going with us. Their meritorious service in this war is not enough to entitle them to knighthood. The kingdom will reward them with other things.
When we return from the royal capital, we will bring them the rewards from the kingdom. You don’t have to worry about them."
After hearing Baron Philo's words, Oren was a little silent. Oren felt that he had not made much contribution in this war, but he could get a title.
As for Mr. Purton and the others, who worked hard in this war, they could not get this opportunity. This made him unable to accept his temporary respect.
Looking at the somewhat silent Baron Oren Filer, he also felt a little regretful. The two knights, Puton and Tyron, who had been following him all the time, had made great contributions to themselves in this war.
In the kingdom's military merit statistics, their meritorious service is not enough to be knighted by the kingdom. They can only be rewarded with other things. I can only try my best to win some other good things for them when I return from the imperial capital.
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Thinking of this, Lord Feile slowly said to Oren.
"You go back and prepare first. Come with me to the royal capital in a few days. I will inform you then."
After hearing Baron Filer's words, Oren had no choice but to put aside his doubts and stood up to respond.
"Yes, Lord Baron. Then I will go back first."
Afterwards, Oren left Baron Filler's study and walked towards the outside of the city lord's mansion.
Oren returned home all the way after leaving the City Lord's Mansion. Oren didn't tell his parents about it, and Old Art and the others didn't ask much.
For them, what Baron Filer said to his son must be extremely important.