Salvatore stood up directly. At this time, he still had no serious knightly demeanor, so he refused directly: "Seventeenth Prince, the Knights are the army ordered by the king to take charge of it. If you want it, please go directly.
Meet the king."
"No, no, sir, you misunderstood." William slowly pulled him to sit down, with a smile on his face, "Of course I don't want to be a knight, what I want is a candidate for the knight.
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candidate?
After hearing this, Salvatore's face became calmer.
The name of his knights is called Thorn Blades, and all its members are official knights, which means they all have extraordinary strength. In order to maintain the number of members, the knights do have a list of candidates.
Most of the candidates are elite knight apprentices. As soon as the opportunity comes, they can become an official knight immediately.
If you are a candidate, it is not impossible...
Salvatore pondered for a moment, then looked at William's expression from the corner of his eye and saw that he was holding the wine glass calmly.
"This seventeenth prince...when did he come up with this plan...and actually target candidates for the Knights?"
Thinking about it according to William's idea, Salvatore was shocked to realize that his plan was very wonderful. Although the Knights of Thorns and Blades were not the most powerful knights in the kingdom, they were still ranked among the top and could become candidates for the knights. Naturally, they were not
mediocre.
If William can really pick a few good young men, he might be able to harvest real knights in the future.
However, Salvatore still had two doubts that he couldn't figure out.
The first is, was William really the one who came up with this strategy?
"Did I really make a mistake?" But Salvatore recalled his previous experience of teaching William to learn swordsmanship, and felt that his performance was very real!
Could it be that he was acting? "Hiss-" He couldn't help but take a breath.
The second is, does William think he has time to wait for candidates to become official knights?
Doesn't he know that in a few months, the aliens will invade the southern border? And every time they invade, the Barron Territory will bear the brunt...
"Sir? How are you thinking? I don't want too many people, more than ten are enough."
"...More than ten are already a lot, Seventeenth Prince."
"Then tell me, how much can you give me?" William looked at him with a smile, shook the wine glass, and said, "I believe you won't treat me badly, sir. After all, I have always treated you very respectfully."
"Very respectful...Very respectful...I used to be very respectful!"
Salvatore muttered secretly, then said with a solemn expression: "I can give you two candidates."
"It's missing." William said calmly.
"The seventeenth prince, strictly speaking, the candidates are not members of my knighthood. I cannot send them without authorization. These two are still elites I have trained myself." Salvatore said softly: "I can only give them to you.
Two people, no more."
"In that case, I won't embarrass you..." William changed his voice and said: "Give me these two people first, and then gather some candidates, and I will talk to them personally."
"This...this is against the rules."
"Rule? If I don't tell you, if you don't tell me, who will know? As for the candidates, I believe you can keep their mouths shut."
Salvatore: "..."
"I must have been wrong at first, my disciple can't be so bad!"
After the two agreed on a time and place, Salvatore left in a hurry. He was worried that if he stayed any longer, William could trick him into going to Barron.
When he left, William and Selanie were left alone in the box.
Selanne held a cup of hot milk and slurped it mouth after mouth. She put Tibbs into her backpack, leaving only a bear's head outside.
"Selanie, cheers."
"Cheers~"
William took a sip of wine, and Selanie replaced the wine with milk. Both parties were very satisfied.
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Magical calendar year 2500, 20th year of Thades III, April 20th.
William successfully borrowed his identity as a prince and obtained a very favorable benefit for himself.
There are two candidate knights for Thorn Blade, and there may be more... But if he wants more people to follow him, he still needs to spend some effort, but it doesn't matter, he already has a plan.
In addition to the swordsmanship teacher Salvatore, William is also targeting another person, who may be able to make another profit.
But I can't go today because the weather is bad.
If you want to harvest another person's wool, it's best to wait for a rainy day.
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After returning to the palace and entering her two-bedroom apartment, Selani climbed directly onto the bed.
Note that it is her own bed, which William ordered someone to make, and it is in another room.
William picked up his big sword and went to the courtyard to practice his sword skills.
He discovered a small skill that was not very powerful, that is, when he was practicing, he could get a good immunity from physical pain, and practicing when his body was injured could make him extra focused.
For example: My butt hurts!
He endured the pain and spent the whole day shopping with Selanie, and chatted with Savatto for a long time in a restaurant. His butt had already issued a stern warning.
When he came back to change clothes, he found that his buttocks was already covered in dark red, and if he looked carefully, he could still see torn strands of flesh.
The only thing he was lucky about was that the fabric was quite thick and the stuffing was not exposed.
"By the way, why hasn't the doctor come yet?"
Maybe it was about Cao Cao. Cao Cao arrived. The maid came in with an old man with white hair, who was the doctor who treated him.
"Oh, Prince Seventeen, why are you still practicing your sword?" When the doctor saw William practicing his sword, his beard trembled with fright, and he hurriedly ran to hold him, "You'd better lie in bed now."
William smiled and said nothing. Although lying on the bed was comfortable, practicing swordplay was even more comfortable.
Letting the doctor look at his butt, William buried his head in the pillow. After waiting for a while, he suddenly asked in a loud voice: "Old sir, were you the one who gave me the medicine yesterday? How was the situation at that time?"
"It's strange to say that the injury was so serious yesterday, but suddenly it's much better today."
"Really...it seems like the medicine is very effective."
"Is it because of the effect of the medicine..." The doctor opened William's buttocks and looked at it, nodding slightly, "I didn't expect that this medicine would have a miraculous effect on the injuries on the buttocks."
As for why he hadn't discovered it before, he attributed it to the fact that he hadn't used it on his butt before.
William buried his head in silence. In fact, he had a guess about his injury, which was probably due to the ancient hero's brand.
The Barbarian King can indeed increase his injury recovery.
Although its current effect is not very obvious, it has potential, and cumulatively, it may be able to affect a life-or-death battle.
According to this progress, the more he practices while suffering, the more beneficial it will be to himself.
"I just don't know a question. If I practice when I only have one breath, will it help me recover from my injuries, or will it speed up my death?"
The doctor left a bottle of medicine and left, telling the maid to change the medicine later.
He also repeatedly warned William that he must never practice sword practice again. William nodded in agreement in front of him, and as soon as he left, he turned around and continued practicing.
He was about to leave the royal capital, and he had to race against time to strengthen himself. This chapter has been completed!