Go home!

Derek's first stop in retirement was to return to his family.

I'm not going back to the family, but as a Ferreira, I can get some help.

Such as Money.

Derek stands in the study, the contemporary Baron Ferreira, watched by his father Leandro.

He grew up in his family, trained his martial skills, and served as a knight apprentice for three years under Count Perez.

Formal knight training takes 12 years, and it's not a big deal.

"Derek, as the patriarch of the Ferreira family, I do not approve of your choice, which will destroy the family's investment.

As your father... And I don't approve of your choice. It's more dangerous and harder out there than you think.

For the last time, are you ready to be a wandering knight?"

Derek's gaze was firm, and the answer didn't need to be considered: "Of course, I've decided."

'Good! Baron Ferreira stood up and threw a bag of coins at Derek. "This is the money I gave you. If you can't get along, come back and work for me to pay off your debts."

Derek smiled. Wasn't that one of the reasons he'd come back?

You can't go anywhere without money, not even in this world.

He opened the money bag unceremoniously, and the gold twinkle in it made his eyes seem to glow.

I counted it. Fifty gold pieces.

Is this a large quantity?

A professional soldier earns only one gold coin a year.

What less? The Ferreira family collected perhaps seven or eight hundred ducats a year from the poll tax, plus other estates and businesses, sometimes two thousand ducats, sometimes a thousand.

But take away the maintenance of an army, family expenses, and there's not much left.

Fifty gold pieces is a lot of money, and the average commoner could not save that much money in a lifetime.

Knight armor can't afford, ordinary half armor enough for a set.

If you want low, iron armor is only one or two gold coins.

He's enough to keep a team of well-equipped professional soldiers for a year, then keep going, then go home and pay his debts.

"Thank you for your generosity, and I will certainly try to extend the Ferreira line."

"I hope so." Baron Ferreira sounded unsure of him.

Perhaps, he felt that his third son was either dead out there, or came back in disgrace.

Wandering Knight? It's really not that easy.

Derek, of course, knew that, and without the data panel, he'd be working at home, just like his uncles.

"Yes, Father, I need to recruit some soldiers in the family territory." Derek asked again.

"Yes, I'll get the sheriff to cooperate with you.

You can stay a little longer and get yourself into shape before you go."

The territory of their own home, the recruitment of soldiers can be said to be relatively reliable, and they should also consider what they want to do.

And there is plenty to choose from, at least some trained militiamen.

After a few meals at home, Derek couldn't wait to leave the castle.

Speaking of the Ferreira family, there are two villages and a castle on the Fenced land.

Because it is located in the heart of the kingdom, there are many residents living outside the castle, and the military role is less than the political role.

Together with two small estates and a few properties in the nearby city, it can be said that the strength is strong.

Wheatpile Village, which is the northernmost part of the territory, far from Ferrera Castle.

Derek, armed with a warrant from Baron Ferreira, broke straight into the house of peace.

There are more than a thousand people in this village, and the security post has a regular infantry team all the year round, plus twenty temporary militiamen drafted in turn, forming the most basic security army.

Derek's been here so many times, he doesn't really need a warrant and no one bothers him.

Because the sheriff was his second uncle, a middle-aged man who had been trained as a knight and barely passed... Jackass.

When he saw his second uncle Andrew again, Derek was very envious that he could also raise a small stomach in this era.

Look at his walking pace, it is clear that there is not much left in his young age.

Although it is mixed, after all, the Ferreira family blood, and received a complete education, is a rare talent.

As soon as they met, Andrew gave him a warm hug.

"Feng, my dear nephew, I hear you finished your knighthood with the above grades, and you should have stayed there."

Andrew knows exactly what it means to have a top grade, which is competitive.

Derek wasn't surprised that his family was so quick to know how they were doing, just as they would be if your family were a local snake.

He said nothing else, but casually explained: "The relationship between the Knight of Cloa and his father, you understand."

Andrew was not easily fooled by him, having experienced knight training, he knew that no one would give you a pass, but superior grades were not excellent performances, which could not be given to you at will.

A wise man does not get to the bottom of the matter; he wisely skips the question.

The name of Baron Ferreira is Leandro, after all, and Andrew is showing off his status by holding Derek in hand, one nephew at a time.

Snobbish, but necessary.

A family legacy. It'll be his generation.

Derek has a lot of brothers, and important positions must be in store for them.

Andrew needs to think about his son.

"Derek, I hope you made the right choice. I'll introduce you to as many men as you need this time." Andrew hesitated, but decided not to shove his son under Derek's hand, but generously said, "I've got some presents for you. I hope you like them."

Money, of course, not so direct, after all, is his second uncle.

So Andrew prepared a pure iron sword.

"This is my uncle's collection, but now I can't move the sword." Well, satisfied?"

Andrew patted his stomach regretfully. This iron sword needed at least ten days of beating by a blacksmith and was worth between five and six gold coins.

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Derek, after all, is only the third son of the baron, and has chosen to go out and struggle, and this gift is a little more of a family component.

Otherwise it would be a courtesy to send some iron spearheads.

When Derek saw this, he pulled out the iron sword with one hand.

The forged pattern is dense and looks very beautiful.

The cold glint of the blade suggests it's not a good specimen.

Derek did a one-handed swordplay, showing his mastery.

Andrew's eyes lit up. "This level... Better than most knights in the house."

After a few plays, Derek was very satisfied and slipped into the sheath, once again demonstrating his proficiency with the sword.

"A wonderful gift. Thank you."

After a brief welcome, Derek said of his goals: "I need ten recruits, one squire, and one blacksmith."

Andrew was surprised. The first two requirements were simple. What did the blacksmith do?

He could not help reminding him, "Derek, the village blacksmith can do nothing more than mend farm implements and shoot a few spearheads, and a simple iron sword cannot be guaranteed." If you're mending weapons, you don't need to recruit a blacksmith."

"Uncle, don't worry, I have other uses."

"That is no problem, there is just a group of militiamen who have completed a training, they are all good young men, I have asked for you, even if twenty are recruited, the number is enough."

As for the blacksmith, the old blacksmith's son is just about your age, and must have mastered some craft."

Andrew did care. He even prepared in advance.

"I also need to buy a house, and I'd better use the school grounds."

"What house? The school yard just outside the farmland where the security is located has everything, and you live there and save me the trouble."

Andrew waved his hand. It was nothing. It was his father's property anyway.

Derek figured, what he could save was what he could save, and he couldn't get out of his family, so he could take advantage of it.

With the help of the local boss, Derek's preparations went very well, and it was arranged in a day.

The bedding, the bedding, the groceries, Andrew packed it all.

Even sent people to move a few bags of wheat, even food is saved.

Other relatives have not been idle, sent a variety of gifts.

Are very practical, three uncle sent 30 spearheads.

Uncle Four sent three simple leather jackets.

Sister-in-law sent five iron swords.

...

In the blink of an eye, Derek didn't spend a penny, he got his gear together.

And look at the 12 good boys. He's barely singing.

"Back in the day, Laozi's team just opened, only that... Arms one, forget it, too Versailles."

This is the happiness of the nobility, where can the knight of ordinary origin understand?

These relatives, the gift value is one or two gold coins to three or five gold coins, that is, only he chose to go out, otherwise it must be a little less.

With the basics in hand, the first thing Derek did with the recruits was build a blacksmith's stove.

That's right, the blacksmith's stove.

Tru Jr., the blacksmith's son, has officially joined, assigned under the Army column of the panel.

Trout

Occupation: Army Blacksmith Level 1 (22/100)

Experience Pool: 0/100

Yeah, the panel coverage is bigger than you thought.

With the new features he's worked out, Derek has more options.

There's more money in the arms business than licking blood from a knife.

In particular, some high value-added weapons and equipment are very profitable.

A set of body armor is 60 or 70 gold coins, how long does it take for ordinary people to earn it?

While the other eleven recruits begin training, little Truu, the blacksmith, begins his journey of forging.

In fact, blacksmithing is a profession that can support a family.

Why did little Truu appear at the camp, of course, was because he "volunteered."

The baron's young master has his eye on you, won't he? Believe it or not, the whole family will be stabbed in the back tomorrow.

Little Truu was ready to become a soldier, but when he arrived at the school yard, he built a simple stove and set up a table.

Then a hammer was put in his hand, and Lord Derek said very gently to him, "Little Truu, you are a blacksmith for generations. If you want anything, go home and get it. I'll pay."

"I... Me to I can only break farm tools and repair broken weapons." Little Truu is almost crying, the master does not think that he can build weapons and armor, when the time comes to beat out the defective, it is not going to kill himself.

"I know, shoot the spearhead first, I use it for training, quality problems will not find you."

Lord Derek is unusually easy to talk to, but little Tru is skeptical.

The reputation of a noble Lord... Well, the Ferreira family is all about credibility.

That day, little Tru came home to talk about the situation, and old Tru packed up his equipment and sent it over.

Derek would've done it for little Tru if he hadn't.

Yes, torture.

Isn't expecting little Truer to do what he can't do himself a blatant nuisance?

Derek did not explain again, but simply put the master Baron on his face, and the Trueys obeyed.

Old Truu before leaving, a tearful: "Boy, must resist ah, Laozi I only have you, still waiting for your old age."

Little Tru was also in tears, feeling uncertain about her future.

Turning around, old Tru came home and shut the door.

"Son of a bitch, let's hurry up and have another one."

Word is Old Trudeau's closed for the next few days.

The next day, recruit training.

"Thorn!

'Take it!

"Thorn!

Cut!!

The spearhead is broken.

Tru Jr. 's spearhead was seriously substandard.

Derek kept his face blank and continued to command, "Watching what? When the spearhead is off, it relaxes? The enemy will not wait for you on the battlefield. Go on... S."

Training continues!

During the training days, Andrew would stop by from time to time to see that Derek was on the right track, and he couldn't find anything wrong with him.

As for the effect, you won't see it for a while.

It is little Truu there let him quite complain, persuade a few times persuade can not move can only forget.

Anyway, let the third nephew to touch a bloody head, buy a lesson, and lose not much money.