Chapter 4 (1/2)

4 – A Knight’s Surging Qi

Early the next

Marcus had arrived at the castle early in theHe did not enter, and instead waited outside the castle Seeing the short and bleak castle, he felt cold inside, perhaps thinking that his future prospects were as bleak as this castle

The castle was built on a slope southwest of the small town

It did not had tall defensive walls, towering guard towers, lodged battlee portcullis

It was just a a bit bigger than a large two-story house

There were faint cracks of the stone walls and a few tiles wereon the roof, it was unknohether there where any leaks on rainy days

Reportedly, this crude and s history Before Coral Island becaed to another aristocrat who had ultiranted Coral Island, he had yet to renovate the small castle and to inspect Flower Town

So far, Baron Liszt had been staying in the small castle

And he, forht, aular of the sether with Baron Liszt, he kept watch over Flower Tohich did not even have cobblestone roads

“Teacher Marcus, goodan eo to fetch water froreeted Marcus

Marcus responded plainly: “Good ”

He did not remember Tom’s nasty’, a very typical farandfather was a coachman who had spent his days on the wheels, his own faant like those of aristocrats

That was how the coot their family names

He envied the aristocrats’ farand fae his family name to a similar one? Grand family names could not be used by the commoners! Family names related to flowers, precious stones,the leather armor arrived behind Marcus

“Teacher Marcus” The four people greeted him one after another

“Karl, Röhed thehts

Retainer knights were not knights, they were hts, a type of servant ere in charge of attending to knights on the battle field; including, but not li

In essence, Marcus was also a kind of retainer knight, just that he was a free person and retainer knights were servants who had sold themselves into servitude

After a moate In the ed into a siant whiteface as well as the tall figure and outstanding tee

“Good , Teacher Marcus, Karl Eisenhammer, Röhm Weinfass, Gray Sickle, Oden Insole, and Messrs and Mesdaardless of their marital status, that was how aristocrats addressed their ardless oh her rained into Liszt’s bones for sixteen years, turning into the so-called instinct

“Sir Baron, let us start the knight cultivation lesson”

“Okay”