"Is that really what you're worried about?"
"Don't you see what I'm capable of? It's not a big deal, so there's no need to discuss it further."
Lin Qing walked into the banquet hall and had a good time with Reina.
When Hans saw the young lord, he couldn't help but look depressed.
"What the hell are you thinking?"
He'd thought about the same question countless times, but it frustrates him more than ever.
With a long sigh, the deep wrinkles on Hans' forehead disappeared.
The next day, hearing the rumor that Lin Qing would be accepted for military service, the retainers rushed into Butler Hans' room.
They were worried that something was going to happen, or that they would have to ask Hans about the royal family and their attitude because of the outcome of the war.
"If he's only seventeen, then he can't be selected. Where's the bullshit law?"
""Six Eight Seven" This must be their attempt to kill Lin Qing."
"Five hundred years have passed, and the bloodline of that ghost has not changed!"
Just when everyone was about to cry, Knight General Rogers spoke up and said calmly: "We need to take some countermeasures before the emperor's envoy arrives."
"Countermeasures..... In this case, are there any appropriate measures that can be taken?"
Rogers, with a twinkle in his eyes, told them what was on his mind when asked by Hans the butler.
"Let's say that Lin Qing has an epidemic, so maybe they are worried that the disease will spread to other soldiers, so..."
"An epidemic is coming? Wouldn't it be very controversial if the messenger and the young master fell ill as soon as the messenger arrived here?"
"Well, how about saying that the young master was injured while hunting?" Rogers asked.
"However, the doubts in the messenger's heart are hard to erase. The most important thing is that our Lord is ready to accept his request for military service."
They don't know what Lin Qing is thinking, but they know that Lin Qing will become a glorious warrior descendant.
After waking up from the accident, he didn't want to be compared with his ancestors and warriors, and they didn't understand why he suddenly thought of the family's honor.
"We can't let him go because he wants to..."
"Why do we have to do this? He has to stay, even if it means I need to break his limbs.
If the lord's limbs are broken, there will be no military service.
Rogers is loyal to Lin Qing, but he is as greedy as everyone else and wants him to stay.
"No matter how many ideas we use, we can only win a little time. It is impossible to completely exempt him from military service. No matter whether he is sick or has broken limbs, he will eventually be drafted into the army.
Hans said, Malone also raised his hand in agreement.
"Then why don't we let him marry sooner?"
After all, in aristocratic families, early marriage is very common.
"You mean, that bloodline still has a descendant?"
"I don't think it's the best option."
"Well..."
In fact, the same situation has happened many times in the family's 500-year history.
If the heir of the family is young and unmarried, marry a noblewoman or the daughter of a retainer early, then
"Well, is there a suitable partner?"
"It really is Princess Reina..."
Reina is of noble blood from the Volga, a lady of the manor and a wise woman.
What's more, after Lei Na was kidnapped, Lin Qing has been very kind to her.
That being said, there's no need to rush, however, Lo and Volga's oldies are desperately trying to get the two into an official relationship.
"The law also stipulates that newly married nobles can postpone their service for at least one year..."
"Why don't we do something valuable instead of thinking about these useless things?"
Just as they were discussing, Lin Qing walked into the room.
And at that moment, all the retainers were like cats who stole the fish.
"I'm looking for you, and you're all here, General Rogers!"
"Yes, young master!"
"Do I look like an underachiever to you? Do you think I'm going to fight and die like this?"
"That... no."
Lin Qing's swordsmanship still needs to be honed, but it is much better than his peers.
He is able to express aura and knows how to use magic effectively.
Furthermore, as a rune knight, he successfully defeated four titans who invaded their territory and proved his combat prowess.
He can go to the battlefield and not die so easily.
"Young master, even a sword master can kill him, but with the actions of the emperor, the young master is more likely to be sent to the front line, where the fighting is more frequent than the rear, and it is not safe."
"But without going through such a harsh environment, can you become a strong knight?"
"That..."
Rogers couldn't speak, Lin Qing said in a firmer voice: "I hope to become a stronger knight than I am now, I hope to become a stronger knight than the Sword Emperor than my ancestors have achieved. ..."
Lin Qing is serious.
He must become a stronger man to realize his revenge plan.
Staying at the manor, he was unable to practice dark magic properly, as retainers and residents followed him all the time.
In order to develop strength without being seen by acquaintances, the battlefield is the right environment.
"I saw what was going on inside the Imperial Army that supported the Bar Locke Empire."
Therefore, Lin Qing has no intention of refusing military service.
Although Viscount Logan has been practicing for more than a month, it is hard to say that he has completely controlled the emperor's territory.
Therefore, Lin Qing needs time to stabilize his property, he does not want to avoid military service, tax cuts and territorial wars.
"I know everyone is very concerned about this issue, but if you can accept what I've done so far, then I hope you continue to believe in me."
"Little Lord......"
"Let's not talk about this anymore."
After saying this last sentence, Lin Qing walked out of the room.
Hans and other retainers, including Rogers, stood there angrily.
They decided to believe the young master's words, but the worries hidden in their hearts could not be easily eliminated.
A moonlit night. On the hill of Brandon City, there is a white marble palace, no, more like a lord's residence.
On the terrace of the tall building inside, there was a gray-haired old nobleman, holding a glass of wine, looking at Mingyue.
"Did he refuse?"
In response to the noble baron's question, Aaron said: "It's not a direct refusal, he said to think about it before contacting us, Your Majesty."
"Isn't that the same as a smooth rejection? People with Luo blood must be very unshakable.
The aged nobleman was the Marquess of Meyers, a descendant of King Milton.
Four hundred and eighty years ago, Milton surrendered immediately to the Barlocke invasion, on the condition that his dignity, lineage, and legacy remain unaffected.
Although the land was reduced to one-third of its original size by being enfeoffed as a marquis, the descendants still retain power and call themselves kings from generation to generation.
"He defeated the titan in the flesh, do you believe he has these abilities?" Aaron asked. .
