George took one look at Martin and knew it was that guy's bad idea - the old squire had already looked down on this greedy knight. In their opinion, he does not even deserve the title of knight, naturally want to try that former in their eyes high above the knight lord, in the end how much weight.
George did not stop, not even any indication. In this tacit approval, Mishan can only harden his head.
In fact, for the rice mountain in the end how much ability, George is also very curious.
This seemingly pampered fat man, looks like a wine bag. But he was a real knight. And George knew that in this era, the name knight means mastering the 'six arts' and 'eight virtues'. The most professional soldiers in the hands of the nobility, who had learned martial arts from childhood in the castle.
At the same time, they are also the killing machine that is carefully cultivated by the lord inclined resources.
Mishan seems to seem, completely does not meet this standard, but this guy remarks above that [comprehensive combat strength: 29] is indeed!
Although he has not experienced hundreds of life-and-death battles, but Mi Shan's father's training for him, but a very strict. The four-leaf clover family's knights have always been the most standard knights in the eyes of the nobles. After the disaster, this guy does not seem to be idle. In fact, in the various battles can survive until now, long ago, he has experienced the trials of fire and blood.
The old squires apparently jumped to conclusions because of his appearance.
The guy who was on the field also had great contempt for Mishan. But this battle-hardened veteran does have the capital. The physique has reached 4.6 he is a strange power, combat power reached 32, in the squire is also in the upper level.
At first, the old soldier did not know whether it was because he was overconfident, or he was afraid that a sword would kill the fat man, so he did not use all his strength. But after a few moves, he lazily shook his arm and raised his eyebrows.
He found that this wine bag, seemed to have two moves.
He had thought that one move would deflate him, but he didn't expect that two or three moves in a row would be cleverly taken by him.
Meanwhile, the opposite Mi Shan was secretly shaking his numb arm while looking at the several missing marks on the family heirloom sword and screaming in his heart.
He had never seen anyone with so much strength! It felt like he was facing a bear!
Moreover, Mi Shan could tell from the veteran's strokes that this guy across the street was definitely battle-hardened! It is the kind of battlefield from the pile of the dead, the most difficult vicious enemy! His moves were very harsh and vicious, not only nearly tipped himself over, but also scared him in a cold sweat - that move is not a duel at all, is a fight!
The old soldier got a little more serious, but Mishan no longer fought him hard. What no one could have expected was that this fat man in heavy armor was so nimble that after a few more close moves, a graceless side roll sneak attack almost defeated the old squire!
''Damn it, three board axes.'' George, who had been watching from the outside, secretly shouted.
Indeed, the training for soldiers in the schoolyard was just a few moves. If it is a battlefield fight, these three axes are definitely enough, even through the cooperation with teammates, in the middle of the charge to kill from the beginning to the end, with each enemy in a few moves to determine the winner.
But in this 1 on 1 'play' in the fight, shot but will be more or less scrupulous. On the contrary, Mishan such as the years in the castle in the fight competition, know more skills and routines of noble knights, but more good at this kind of thing.
The veteran's moves, he is already completely familiar with.
From the old soldier has the upper hand, surprisingly began to become a little stalemate. And the surrounding those who can't see the way, watching the lively collar people's successive shouting and enthusiastic eyes, but also let the old soldier feel very ashamed.
The fat man with his chance to wander suddenly a sword slash!
In the face of that stabbing sword, the old soldier Kan Kan side to avoid, but Mishan is a subtle turn, the sword in the hands of the sharp pick, the long sword as if a poisonous snake since the old soldier's ribs stabbed in the past.
In the nick of time, the old soldier's eyes a flash of harshness, in the crowd's cry of alarm, towards the blade head-on, the long sword in the hand after the first, pointed at the eyes of Mi Shan!
In the face of this fight like the same death, Mi Shan's heart jumped wildly, he looked at the bone-chilling cold mane, could not help but raise his face, dodge the sword.
However, the sword in his hand was deflected by a few inches.
Mi Shan in the afterglow, saw the old soldier continued forward without hesitation, the lock armor behind the old soldier and his own sword rubbed out sparks, but the hilt of the sword in his hand was also smothered over. A blow to his nose through the blood, touching a teng to lie on the ground above.
Amidst the cheers of the crowd, Mi Shan sat on the ground and slowed down for half a day, his heart palpitating. For a moment, he felt that what he had just fought with seemed more like a 'cutthroat' who had contempt for life, rather than a Templar...
Afterwards, as he sat back in his seat, he said to George: "Not bad for a Templar, my lord. I lost convincingly - I've never fought anyone so fierce."
In that thick skin of his, there was no sign at all of dismay after defeat.
Yet the veteran was the one who returned to the crowd in silence after the victory. Afterwards, he faced the jeers of his companions and blushed. Didn't ask for his bet - he got serious and he lost.
The fun ended with laughter - after all, the crowd of gourmets who had never fought before didn't know the way it was done. So the onlookers kept giggling, not only clapping and shouting after the bout, but also a few nerds, who also went down and wrestled some.
For those few dullards who regulated the atmosphere, the lord threw out a handful of silver foxes - and those who got them scrambled to stuff them into the donation box...
Since that night, some of the old retainers have changed their impression of Mishan slightly. Although they are still cold-faced from time to time, there is already some recognition of him in their hearts. Only rarely will take the initiative to talk to him.
But fat Mishan is not only very thick skin, but also very good at socializing. He said people talk, see ghosts talk. Whether it is the arrogant nobles, or vulgar bandits, can feel that chatting with him is very interesting.
Not at all like those noble lords of the rumors (yet in fact shrewd nobles are).
Slowly, everyone found that this fat man is not only very knowledgeable, know a lot of things. And also extremely good at being a person. He knows how to throw his weight around, and his attitude is always so humble, no matter in front of or behind people, the words that come out of his mouth, only compliments and praise, as if no matter who, the fat man can find his merits, praise to his itch to.
Gradually, more and more people got together with Mi Shan from time to time, and in the end, he actually mingled with all of them, often hooking up with each other and drinking together, and telling mixed stories with the stragglers.
The veterans' crude talk and firm and pious beliefs gradually confused Mishan as they became more and more involved. Occasionally, he listened to the veterans in the side conversations, and would be flabbergasted for half a day.
Because, after the squires were drunk, the most spoken phrase from their mouths was this one: "We are all the guardians of God who are called by the Lord - Mishan, so are you."
In the face of Yoneyama's confusion, the work of spreading the faith of the theocrats soon began - according to their own doctrine and logic.
At first, Yoneyama, who knew more or less about theology, always felt that something was wrong, but before two days had passed, he suddenly found himself not caring about it all.
Because all that does not matter, especially after seeing the miracles, and facing the devout devotees of the Uyghur...
What he had known before turned out to be all wrong.
It turned out that he was also called by the Lord to be the guardian of God - all of this was arranged and destined in the underworld.
He soon began to study in earnest the doctrines that were taught to him...
For those newcomers, from the first day they came in, they began to work spontaneously - they were already completely used to this numb life, to the orders and tendencies.
So they were not for faith and hope.
After a few times without effect, George dropped the matter and went to other things - he went to the lumberyard, the coal mine and the stone village a few more times.
However, the old folk never stopped their enthusiasm.
Almost every one of the 150 or so old folk had interacted with the newcomers many times. It was as if they had something new and wonderful inside their chests and could not resist sharing it with the newcomers.
They opened their warm arms to these new people and cared for them from every angle.
This kind of behavior does not come entirely from faith, but happy people, who always can't help sharing their joy to others. And people who get back on their feet can't always resist helping others get back on their feet.
George took it all in stride, but never developed much concern. Because he knew that these silly lords and ladies, who had not found the root of the disease, were just foolish enough to use their sincerity to be kind to others.
At the same time, he was a little too busy.
The castle had almost been repaired, and the monastery was being raised. And each of these work in the premise of the need, he had to go to meet as soon as possible to do.
When the monastery began to start work, George in order to be able to speed up the progress, but also to meet their own vanity, he stormed back, consumed 70 points of divine grace, to take the 'refinement' program.
This time, instead of scolding him for being a poor bastard, the shelter praised him. But immediately afterwards, he was frantic to find that not only had the progress become slower, but the various requirements in the construction were getting more and more outrageous.
Ordinary wood can not meet the decoration of the chapel, and stone, must also be large, complete granite, marble to do!
For these things, he not only had to go to the lumberyard with the stone village, but also had to go around to search. After all, these two materials, although there are many, but exquisite, but only so many. So some wood he had to now felled, some stones he had to now quarried.
What makes him feel more desperate is that often a large piece of stone or logs, only so little used!
Looking at those in the carving was wasted a lot of difficult to transport the stone and rare wood, as well as the extended period of time, George's heart like dripping blood. The only thing that made him feel grateful was that, after the end of the autumn planting, the people participated in the work, although they could not carry out such work as fine carving, but became the main force of infrastructure and transportation.
This made the progress much faster.
And this miracle, also in their hands gradually pulled up the ground.
The high, exquisite spire; as white as ivory, full of carved interior and exterior walls; completely composed of a variety of rare wood painting and decoration. All of them made the lords and ladies believe that they were involved in it. Also let George's inner vanity to get a great satisfaction to.
But after that, there seemed to be a few strange things.