Chapter 211 Black Knight Brigade

In a tavern in Rapid City, the solid wood counter is matte black in color. Its originally rough surface has been rubbed into a patina by oil droplets from food and sleeves.

It was clearly not yet time for dinner, but there was already a customer sitting in the tavern. The owner did not kick him out. He recognized the tired-looking man; he was Knight Carl, the captain of the Rapid City Guard.

Although Knight Karl was a knight, he still often ate in these fly-in-the-wall restaurants that were the favorite of commoners, and even got into fights after getting drunk.

Seeing Carl, the boss simply lit the stove in advance and cooked alone for this big shot whom he couldn't afford to offend.

The meat rolls were baked in the oven, the tavern owner silently beat the eggs in the pan, the sign at the door was swaying, and another customer walked into the tavern.

The young man in the bachelor's gown squinted and smiled, then sat next to Karl with his back against the counter. He raised his chin, tilted his head, looked at Karl's profile, and said in surprise:
"Oh, what a coincidence, Carl, you're coming to eat too?"

Holding the handle of the beer glass, Carl said nothing. He didn't even need to raise his head to know who the person in front of him was.

"Mithne, what do you want from me?"

Mitternich placed his right hand on the counter and snapped his fingers at the boss: "Give me a plate of fried sausage and sauerkraut pea soup, three bowls of cheese and mushroom soup, oh no, two bowls, and a glass of beer."

Karl turned his head: "What do you mean?"

"Nothing." Mitternich turned around and faced Carl, who was standing sideways to him. "Isn't this how we usually order food?"

Karl looked down at the turbid beer in his hand with floccules floating in it: "I understand. I will apologize to Sissi."

Mitternich smiled and said nothing. He just took out a napkin from his pocket and stuffed it into his collar, waiting silently.

He knew Karl hadn’t finished speaking.

Sure enough, after picking up the glass and taking a big sip of beer, Carl slammed the glass heavily on the table.

"Mitternich, you and Sissi wouldn't really believe that lie...that lie from Horn and those stupid peasants, would you?"

Mitternich smiled without saying anything, just lowered his head and took a small sip of the foaming beer to prevent the foam from overflowing.

“Mithne, they exposed the Blue Blood Monastery, I admit that. Those who walked the path of blood and sweat are indeed heroes, and I admire them.

But they are asked to train an army capable of fighting against the Imperial Order Company in three months. Ask yourself, do you believe it?"

Mitternich picked up a sausage with a fork and took a bite of the cold fried egg. "Didn't Marshal Dunjar train an infantry army that could resist the Imperial Company in just six months?"

Carl tutted his words. “Is it fun to keep pestering me like this? Marshal Dunjar just retrained the elite mercenaries. They are not farmers, but veterans who have fought on the battlefield.”

"so what?"

"So what?" Carl was so angry that he laughed, "It takes at least ten years to train a knight, from being a page boy at the age of seven to going on a grand tour at the age of fifteen, and then participating in the first knight conference at the age of eighteen.

An old mercenary joins the army as a messenger at the age of thirteen, and officially goes to the battlefield at the age of fourteen. To become a formal veteran with full pay, the earliest age is sixteen. It takes at least three years to train a formal infantryman.

And what did those Salvation Army peasants have? Did they know the four ways to hold a sword? Did they know how to line up? Did they kill anyone with their own hands?
Three months is at most a training session for the serfs. It is possible for four thousand serfs to fight against a few hundred armored soldiers or country knights, but against the knights of the Imperial Order, are you kidding me?"

"How can we know if we don't try? What we are going to do is something that has never been done before. How many people can we trust who dare to confront the Church Empire?"

Karl slammed the table and was about to retort, but Mitternich interrupted: "How many of those who dared to confront the Church Empire can prove that they have firm determination?"

Carl took his hand off the table, and the boss put the plate with the meatloaf on the table.

Holding the plate to his chest, Carl took big bites of the fishy meat roll, as if he had a grudge against meat rolls.

"We must win over all those who can stand on our side." Mittenich took Carl's cabbage soup slowly and scooped a mouthful into his mouth. "I don't mind winning them over, but they are really overestimating their own abilities." Carl ate his meal in silence, "Anyway, these Saviors will have to leave in three months.

By then, we might have to fight the Imperial Church in the west while sending troops to support Fort Joan of Arc. I can guarantee that this will be the case.

This alliance is like this meatloaf, it stinks, but you have to spit it out, after all, it is meat. It would be better to place the refugees in the Black Bone Swamp and call the old camp..."

"What's coming?"

"nothing."

"You asked Sheng Sun and Lao Ying to come and join us, right?" Mittenyi finished the rest of his words with a smile, "But you don't like Lord Horn because he killed Darnay, right?"

Carl's father is the leader of the Duke of Darnay's secret army, and his family was once the most trusted stewards of the Kush family.

The 500 extraordinary knights of the Black Knight Brigade were all loyal vassals of the Kush family in the past, and they even swore an oath not to reunite until the Thousand River Valley was restored.

This resulted in the Black Knights being illegitimate children even though they were passed down from father to son.

They lost their titles and families due to the Church Empire. Their biggest dream is to revive the Kush Family and let the Thousand River Valley return to the hands of the Kush Family.

But after the incidents at the Blue Blood Orphanage and Fort Jeanne broke out, Carl and his Black Knights were basically confused.

The Kush family, whom they regarded as a wise leader, was actually secretly selling blue blood wine. Perhaps the money used to support them was obtained from the trade of blue blood wine.

In that case, are they the Thousand Valley people or the Kushites?
No matter what Darnay did, he had done his best for these black knights.

Their salaries were paid on time, and the company even bought a lot of land for their retirement, without collecting taxes, allowing them to reclaim and cultivate the land.

Even when Dane sold the Black Knights led by Carl to Catherine, it was only a lease for 99 years.

Although it is essentially a sale, since only Catherine has the right to renew or not renew the contract, the Duke of Kush in Jeanne d'Arc will most likely get away and become the Earl of Gibbathan.

Among the extraordinary knights under Catherine's command, most of them have complicated feelings towards the Duke of Kush of Jeanne d'Arc, and Carl, as the leader of the Black Knights, is the embodiment of such feelings.

After swallowing the meat roll in a few bites, Carl turned sideways and faced Mitternich.

"Yes, I don't like him. I know that Lord Darnay deserves what he got. Even the Holy Tree would agree. I... Alas, Lord Darnay is a bad man, but he has never treated us unfairly."

"He did those things after all." Mitternich pointed out mercilessly, and his words were even a little vicious. "Maybe the armor you wear was exchanged for blue blood wine."

"We unanimously decided to sell the old Black Knight armor, use the money to build an orphanage, and then we will buy new armor ourselves." Carl's voice was unexpectedly hoarse.

"Three months, is that enough time? Instead of selling it, it's better to keep it and use the murderer's blood to clean the dirt off it."

"Yes, three months is not enough to buy a batch of new armor for the knights, and the Saviors want to use three months to train a strong army to fight against the knights?"

Carl sighed and said, "If we really need to go to support Fort Jeanne, I won't lead the team. You go, or let Sissi go."

"Are you so sure they need our support?"

"If they don't need support, why would they rush to us to form an alliance?" Carl threw the fork and silver coins on the table. "I see through it. The Saint Sun is not stupid. He is smarter than anyone else. He hides in the mountains and enjoys the fruits of others' labor, but we have to help him spread his reputation."

"Hmph, liar!"

(End of this chapter)