Chapter 4 (1/2)

The next morning, the calculations were sent to Liszt after he had breakfast and finished the training session.

His heart was cold as he observed the low, desolate castle. He had no doubt that his future was as unpromising as the castle.

The castle was built on a hill at the southwestern corner of the town.

It did not have a high wall, archer towers, battlements, a moat, or a splendid gate.

It was simply a two-storied house that was slightly larger than usual.

The stone walls had cracks. Many tiles had fallen off the roof. There was no telling if it would leak on rainy days.

It was said that this shabby castle was built a hundred years ago, when Coral Island was not the earl’s territory yet, by local nobles. After Coral Island was given to the earl, he renovated it as his manor in case he visited Flower Town. However, he never did.

The castle had been claimed by Baron Liszt.

Marcus, as an earth knight who had ambitions on the battlefield, was forced to be a frequent guest of the castle.

Together with Baron Liszt, he defended Flower Town, which did not even have a road.

“Mr. Marcus, good morning.” Tom, the footman who was fetching water from the well in the town, greeted him respectfully.

Marcus responded casually, “Good morning.”

He couldn’t remember Tom’s first name, but he knew the man’s last name to be Pigpen, which was a classic surname for civilians. His own family name was “Wheel” because his grandfather, as a coachman, rolled wheels all the time.

Civilians were surnamed after what they were most familiar with.

He envied the surnames of nobles, such as Tulip. He had to work much harder to earn himself a similar surname. All the good surnames were not open to civilians. Flower, Gem, Metal… Nobles never allowed civilians to demean them!

Soon, four tall guys in leather armor came behind Marcus.

“Mr. Marcus.” They greeted him.

“Carl, Rom, Gray, Auden, you’re here.” Marcus greeted them. They were Liszt’s squires.

Squires were servants to knights. They were responsible for taking care of knights on the battlefield.

Marcus was essentially a squire himself, but he was a free man while the squires had been sold to their master.

Soon, Liszt, who was still drowsy, walked out of the leaky gate of the castle. He was wearing a simple training suit. With his handsome face, his height, and his unique vibe, he was certainly the most attractive person there.

“Good morning, Mr. Marcus, Carl Hammer, Rom Barrel, Gray Sickle, and Auden Shoepad.”

“Lord Baron, let’s begin the class.”

“All right.”

In the hill before the castle, Liszt began his knightly training. His four squires hadn’t picked up combat aura yet, so they were only working out.