I must draw my sword immediately!

Chapter 128 The King, the Consul, and the Knight

Chapter 128 The King, the Consul, and the Knight
Baring slowly moved toward the Silver Crown Court on the deserted street.

A cool breeze blew in late at night, swirling a few blood-red sycamore leaves up from the stone street.

A leaf fell on his head.

He reached out and plucked the sycamore leaf from his hair, pinching the slender stem as he looked at the blood-red leaf, his thoughts instantly drifting back to fifteen years ago.

Baring is 38 years old this year; 15 years ago, he was 23.

At that time, Baling was just a country bumpkin knight who had just arrived in the capital and was not well-known.

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That day,
The capital city is preparing to select knights for the newly enthroned Red Dragon King and form a knightly order.

The name of the knightly order was already decided by the then-ruler, Perinoa, and it was called the Dragonblood Knights.

Throughout Britain, countless powerful and virtuous knights flocked to the Red Dragon King's court, hoping to become knights under the command of this incomparably powerful dragon king.

Baring was one of them, but unlike these knights who aspired to the throne, he was simply looking for a job to make a living, and coincidentally, the Red Dragon Court was closest to his hometown of Wales.

Caught between a group of knights whose titles seemed so grand they could send him flying in an instant, Baring could only hang at the back of the procession, following the long, dragon-like column as it slowly entered the magnificent Red Dragon Royal Court.

then,

He heard it—

"Your Majesty, this is the renowned Knight Brix, whose character and strength are among the best in the world, and who is famous throughout Wales."

"Looked up."

"My king, it is I..."

"Not qualified, get out of here."

The renowned Knight of Briss, who was famous throughout Wales, had already adopted the most perfect posture a knight could adopt when facing that king.
But he was driven away before he could even finish speaking.

Consul Perinoa gave a dry laugh:
"Then take a look at this one. This is Sir Euphias. His strength, reputation, appearance, and even his ability to command an army are impeccable. He will surely become your trusted confidant."

The king, resting his head on his hand on his throne, seemed somewhat disinterested, and only said faintly:
"Looked up."

Sir Euphias stood upright in the center of the court, raising his head to meet the king's gaze.

"Your abilities are quite good."

"Unfortunately, you lack the courage; you're not qualified. Get down."

“Then take a look at this one. This is Lothar, King of Orkney and Lothian in the north of Britain.”

"interesting."

The figure on the throne looked down and asked calmly:
"You're barely qualified. What do you want?"

The young King Lot stood in the center of the court, raised his head, looked directly at the throne, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"That's right, I've always dreamed of being a dragon knight, and I want to work with you."

"Courageous but lacking in knowledge, you're not qualified. Get out of here."

King Lotte did not leave; instead, he eagerly drew his longsword from his waist.
"boom!"

The figure on the throne shook his head, flicked his finger, and the strongest man present, King Lot, coughed up blood and was ejected from the royal court like a cannonball.

Baring watched as that incomparably powerful figure flew straight out of the royal court's main gate, arcing through the air before crashing into the square, its fate unknown.

He immediately felt a pang of unease, sensing that getting the job today might not be easy.
quickly,

One by one, the renowned knights of Britain stepped forward to meet the king.
then,

"As a giant, you can't even hold a sword properly, you're not qualified, get down."

"You look like a small piece of cream, not good enough, get out of here."

"You're disturbing me by not talking. You're not qualified. Get out of here." "You don't have enough beard. Come back when you've collected 11 beards. You're not qualified. Get out of here."

King Loth, King Calados, King Mark, King Northumberland, King Raines.
Following one renowned knight after another, kings from various British kingdoms stepped forward in turn, but none of them could gain the approval of this king.

The knight selection ceremony lasted from dawn until dusk.

The sun gradually sank behind the western mountains.

The number of knights in the Red Dragon King's court dwindled, yet none of them gained the king's approval. Gradually, some knights angrily chose to leave, believing that the Red Dragon King had no sincerity whatsoever.

At the end of the line, standing at the entrance of the royal court like a gatekeeper, Baling was bored and picked up a bright green sycamore leaf that had been blown into the royal court by the wind.

He rubbed the stem, making the sycamore leaves spin like a top between his fingers, thinking about where to go after failing to find a job today. If he went to Uncle Horney's place to eat and drink for free again, he would probably be kicked out immediately.
"Knight, why do you not come to see our king?"

At this moment, only Perinoa, Baling, and the king remained in the royal court.
Hearing Perinoa's urging, Baring looked up and realized it was his turn.

He immediately threw away the sycamore leaf in his hand, slowly walked to the center of the royal court, scratched his head, and asked:
"Um... can I leave now?"

however,
The figure reclining on the throne, who had been resting his head on his hand, suddenly sat up straight and spoke:

"You can stay."

"Okay, okay, I'll leave right away. Please, don't hit me. I don't have any money left to buy clothes!"

Baring muttered to himself, intending to turn and leave the royal court, but then he suddenly realized something, and looked up in disbelief.
"You want me to stay?"

then,

He then saw the king's face.
He had short, jet-black hair, scarlet eyes, a face that could easily captivate women, and a voice full of majesty, like countless pillars of magma colliding.

He looked at Baring and asked:

"Knight, what do you want?"

Baring replied truthfully, "A decent salary, a place to live, and if you could also help me get a set of armor, I would be extremely grateful!"

Meanwhile, Perinoa stared at Baring in astonishment, as if looking at a madman.
"absurd!"

"Do you know how many people are willing to give up gold and silver, fame and fortune, fine wine and beautiful women, and even their country, just to become the king's knight?"

"You actually dared to ask our king for money? How did you even get in here?"

Baring blinked innocently.

"interesting."

The king on the throne interrupted Perinoa, laughing loudly:

“Perinoa, he’s just like you, but he’s here to steal my money.”

"And what you want is my life."

"what's your name?"

Baring immediately replied, "Baring, Knight Baring!"

"Very well, I'll grant your request. So, starting today—"

"You shall work for me until you die, until you become strong enough to take all my treasures from me."

Baring raised his head and asked:
"What about you?"

Wang Ru laughed loudly at his only consul and knight: