This knight is too perfect

Chapter 3: Strange Traveler

"This will be your exclusive bed from now on, Rhine."

"As for the empty space under the bed, you can use it to store some sundries."

"Don't worry. After today, I dare not say anything about other people in the castle, but at least in my militia, no one will treat you as a slave anymore, so you don't have to worry about who will touch the things under your bed."

"But you have to be careful. Although I let you join the militia, your true identity is still the Baron's slave."

"I can give you more freedom to a certain extent, but I cannot change what the Baron has already arranged."

"So you still have to continue with your original horse-raising work, and only after you have completed this can you come to my militia for training, understand?"

Rhine nodded and said, "Understood, Master Fergus."

Fergus looked at Rhine's thin body and the thin, whitish coarse cloth he was wearing, and as if thinking of something, he walked up to him and patted him on the shoulder.

"Do your best. As long as you behave well, it is possible that the Baron will release you from your slavery in the future."

"Before that, all you have to do is to improve yourself as much as possible."

"Because only if you show enough value, I can give you the opportunity to show yourself in front of the Baron at the right time. Whether you can change your destiny depends on you."

Rhine nodded, indicating that he would work hard.

Seeing that everything had been explained, Fergus quickly left the militia dormitory next to the open space of the castle.

It was only after Fergus left that Rhine had time to take a closer look at his new bed.

Although he had only moved from an empty stable to an ordinary house, Rhine knew that this was already the most difficult step.

Because everything is just as Fergus said, even Rhine has now won the appreciation of Fergus, the apprentice knight of the ancient castle.

But this could not change his fate as a slave.

Because in the entire castle, only Baron Angelo has this right.

Baron Angelo is not in the castle right now, so even though Fergus is optimistic about him, he still has no way to remove the shackles of "slave" from Rhine.

But no matter what, Rhine has substantially changed his status in the castle through his own efforts.

Although this change was not big, it was like a glimmer of light at dawn, shining on Rhine's originally dark future and giving him some hope.

Just as Rhine was about to tidy up his bed, footsteps suddenly came from outside.

Rhine turned his head and saw a maid carrying a wooden basin full of clothes coming to the door of the militia dormitory.

"Are you the Rhine that Master Fergus mentioned?"

"I put the things here, you can take them yourself."

After saying that, the maid left the militia dormitory without looking back, as if she didn't want to stay here for even a second.

The speed was so fast that Rhine couldn't even see the other person's appearance.

After the other party left, Rhine picked up the wooden basin placed by the door.

There wasn't much in it, just two sets of clean clothes and some toiletries.

Obviously, this was something that Fergus specifically instructed the maid in the castle to prepare for him after seeing his situation.

Although these things were not expensive, they revealed Fergus's concern for him.

It can be seen that Rhine's performance just now really left a very good impression on Fergus.

Otherwise, as an apprentice knight of the castle, Fergus would not prepare these specifically for a little slave.

After taking out a set of clothes and some toiletries, Rhine went into the bathroom of the militia dormitory alone.

This was also the first time in the two years since Rhine came to the castle that he had the opportunity to wash thoroughly.

All I can say is that in the Principality of Morton, slaves really can’t be considered human beings…

In the open space of the castle, as the sun rose completely, the warm sunlight passed over the outer walls of the castle, illuminating the entire Baron Castle, and to a certain extent dispelled the severe cold after the autumn rain.

"Put some more effort, haven't you eaten?" Fergus looked at the militiamen who were moving limply and let out his signature roar again.

When Fergus roared like a lion, the militiamen immediately perked up and began to increase their movements.

Just as Fergus was about to continue hammering at the guys, his attention was suddenly drawn to a figure walking nearby.

What came into view was a thin, silver-haired boy.

The boy's clothes were very simple, just the most common grey coarse cloth among the common people of the Principality of Morton.

There are no patterns or decorations on it.

But even such an ordinary outfit, now worn by the young boy, gives him an inexplicable sense of "high-end".

Or perhaps it was the boy's outstanding appearance and temperament that brought this outfit to a new level.

And this young man was none other than Rhine, who had just washed and changed into new clothes.

Looking at Rhine, who seemed like a completely different person, Fergus couldn't help but laugh and said, "If I hadn't just met you, I would have even suspected that you were a noble young master from some royal family."

"Yes, I now feel more and more that you have the potential to become a knight."

"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Fergus."

"Hahaha, this is not a compliment, it's just an honest word from a knight's heart."

"Alright kid, start training with the other guys."

"After all, if you want to become a knight, talent alone is not enough. You still have a long way to go."

"I will follow your teachings."

At Fergus's suggestion, Rhine directly joined the militia's training team.

However, the militiamen around couldn't help but ask themselves soul-searching questions when they saw Rhine, whose style was completely different from their own.

It's obviously the same clothes, why can't they wear it to give the same feeling as Rhine?

Although they were reluctant to admit it, the militiamen at this moment did feel something called jealousy...

You are more talented than us, that's fine.

But you are not only more talented than us, but your appearance and temperament are also far superior to ours. This is a bit too much.

Isn’t it said that the Lord loves everyone equally? Then why do the people before them make them feel the Lord’s obvious favoritism?
Is the Lord’s equality…really for everyone?
The militiamen couldn't figure it out, and couldn't figure it out.

After all, appearance is something that is almost innate, and they have no power or ability to change it.

Late at night, on the outskirts of the town of Thorn.

An old man dressed as a butler was driving a horse-drawn carriage, slowly driving on the dirt road outside the town.

As the carriage arrived outside the town of Thorn, the old butler gently knocked on the carriage behind him.

"Miss, we are here."

Click...

As the car window was opened, a Gothic-style girl wearing a veil, a long black dress, and her hands covered with delicate lace gloves appeared in the car.

She looked at the thorn town in front of her, which was shrouded in darkness, and her vision seemed to be completely unaffected by the night.

"Jeter, are you sure this is where the people from the Holy Communion appeared?"

The butler, named Jeter, responded, "Yes, I am quite sure, Miss Lilitha."

"I see. Let's visit the owner of this place."

"As ordered."

(End of this chapter)