Von Derick stood on the second floor of the estate just in time to see the early farmers already working their fields.
The morning sun, golden in color, made Derek's eyes narrow.
"What a pity... It's not for me to enjoy this beautiful day."
Derek has some regrets. It has been a few days since he crossed into this world, and he has initially adjusted to his new identity.
In this world ruled by the aristocracy, although the material was backward as in the Middle Ages, the life of the aristocracy was still quite comfortable.
As the son of a baron, Derek was also a nobleman.
Unfortunately, as the second son of the family, it is not for him to inherit.
The estate in front of me has nothing to do with the family.
For the sake of his second son's future, even the slightest hope of promotion, Derek's father sent him to the local Count Perez's family as a knight squire.
As the de facto earl of the land, enough to support an order armed to the teeth.
Nearby independent nobles and vassals of Count Perez often sent the second son of the family to serve as a knight's squire.
One is to contact each other's relationship, and the other is to seek a future.
After completing a series of knighthood training, whether it is to join the order of Count Perez, or with this resume to do other things, it is an excellent choice.
Even a knight who comes home to help his brother, the Earl's family, will not be watered down.
As a predecessor, the natural first choice was to join the order of Count Perez, looking to establish merit and become a fiefdom.
If it were Derek now, it would seem like a perfect fit.
On the premise that No plugins.
Derek, look away. The mission here has just begun.
Final lesson in knight training, training a militia independently.
As a knight, you have enough skill to stand your ground.
But other aspects, can not be a little ignorant.
Otherwise, the rest of my life is probably as a qualified enforcer.
"Panel!
With Derek's thoughts, a curtain of light all his own suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Von Derick
Class: Knight Level 5 (11/100)
Experience Pool: 0/100
It's gone. It's obscenely simple.
If that were the only digital effect, Derek would probably go home and farm.
In fact, after a few days of trial and error, he mastered the general effect of the golden finger.
First, real-time feedback on the effects of progress.
Exercise can improve knight experience, and daily training will have spillover experience points, can help improve the level.
The most obvious effect of upgrading ranks is the increase in personal ability.
And... Not just for yourself.
After a simple wash and breakfast brought by the servants of the manor, Derek came to the school yard.
This belongs to the estate of Count Perez, one of the other's properties.
The whole farm was cultivated by serfs, and there were four or five hundred of them.
Because of the roving thieves and dangers of this day and age, there are always guards.
However, in a manor, there were only five professional soldiers out of work, and the rest were all temporary conscripted militiamen and farmers with dung forks.
Derek's mission was to complete a militia training session.
The duration is one month, and the number is only ten in a squad.
When Derek arrived, the crooked militia stood up.
Even after these few days of more adequate nutritional supplements, they can not make them strong quickly.
As for the spiritual will... This is even more of a mystery.
Fortunately, Derek was patient enough to go forward and beat the short stick one by one, giving a stick to anyone who stood crooked.
"All of you stand in a line."
Derek's training was very simple, he would line up, distinguish between left and right, he would raise his spear, and then he would work on his fitness.
The rest of the training is a waste. It's a militia. It's not that complicated. It doesn't need to be.
The dull, tasteless training continued at a level that could only be said to be normal, and anyone who had gone through a full knighthood course could do it.
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It is rare to be keen in the process of training, to find a better training rhythm, which is a talent.
But...
Derek secretly opened the data panel, and the rudimentary panel on the home page remained.
But turn to page two, Army.
One farmer → one militia.
A few days of training, finally let the panel admit.
Even as it unfolds, the heads of the militiamen come to life, including names and basic values.
And, of course, the all-important pool of experience.
At first, the word "militia" was vague, but as the training went on, it became clear.
Finally, completely fixed career.
As Derek tries to unpack information about the hardest-trained militia member, a rudimentary panel comes into view.
Dropping fork
Occupation: Militia Level 1 (2/10)
Experience pool: 1/100
The experience gained by normal training is 2 points, and the overflow stored by the experience pool is 1 point.
He tries to add the overflow experience to the back of the level, and the panel changes instantaneously.
Dropping fork
Occupation: Militia Level 1 (3/100)
Experience Pool: 0/100
At the same time, he closely observed the situation of the militia's dung forks, and hardly noticed any change, nor did he react when he added them.
"It seems that without the panel, there will be no special reaction."
Derek thought, of course... If you add too much at once, maybe there's a change?
But with his caution, he will only come step by step, and will not give people a flaw.
As for the power of the pool of experience?
In this medieval world, religion is a double-edged sword that is likely to bite.
After all, this panel can't let itself day by day, or a little low-key development.
The militia trained for a short time each day, only one morning.
At noon, a meal of semolina will be served, and although there is no oil and water, it can be eaten.
With Derek's intervention, we can accumulate anywhere from 10 to 20 experience points a day.
With the intervention of supernatural forces, the progress of the training is rapid.
Although the later the training to gain experience points more difficult, but a month, but also let this batch of militia have a 3-5 level.
According to Derek's experience, in terms of effect, it has been almost as good as the militiamen who have been training full-time for about six months.
In fact, the guards in many villages are not as good as the militia.
After all, they can barely advance and retreat, their skills and physical strength are up to par, and if they have a fight or two, and continue training for a few months, they can even match the experience of three to five years of veterans.
The attributes of the panel are also limited, such as the level five militia, specializing in spear thrusting, a single fight can be killed by a farmer with a fork.
And it's not like you're a militia, you put down your spear and you stop farming.
So, only as a reference.
In fact, Derek thinks the panel is powerful enough.
By removing combat experience and will, the training efficiency is four or five times faster.
After all, normal people training but there will be a certain fatigue, not double the amount of training can get double harvest, there is no panel will overflow the experience value of the ability to reuse.
Anyway, Derek thinks he's ready to take a chance.
On this day, the sun rose high, but there was no normal training in the school yard.
Even several of the manor's own militiamen and stewards were present.
It was right in front of them, but honestly no one was paying attention to Derek's training.
Training the militia sounds like a big deal, but it's really just a small test.
No one's ever lived at the same checkpoint.
Because there is no strength, that also has a relationship, really can not find a few farmers with a foundation, how also get by.
No one will be particularly difficult at this point, anyway, after the completion of the course is just more than a knighthood, the assessment is the children of the nobility, after adulthood with their own honorary knighthood title.
And Derek knew it, so he was more calm.
At last, the sound of hooves came, and the stewards who had been sitting in the corner of the school yard all stood up.
Knight Cloa, captain of the flag, is also the assessor on this occasion.
The captain of the flag of the order, nominally in charge of fifty to one hundred knights, is considered a minor official.
In fact, the Order was the main fighting force under Count Perez, and the rank of the flag captain was higher than that of the average five-hundred-man.
It is a fitting position to be the examiner of the knighthood's final examination.
Derek smiled. It wouldn't be a problem, but it would be nice to meet someone you know at your graduation exam.
Yeah, this one's all too familiar with his father, Leandro Ferreira.
To be precise, his full name should be von Derick Ferreira.
Von was his first name, Derek was the last name of his knighthood, and Ferreira was his original last name.
Accepting the name Derek means that he has no desire to compete for the family business, otherwise he would not call himself Von Derrick so early.
Although the two were very familiar, they were completely invisible on the surface.
Refused to manage the formality, Chloa flag captain began the assessment.
From militia skills, physical strength, to marching, retreating to marching on drum orders.
It's all basic stuff, and this militia team did a good job.
Chloe even thought Derek was cheating if she didn't know he didn't have to be here.
But soon he vetoed the possibility that Feng, who had submitted an application for retirement, did not need to make this move.
"So... That's a real talent."
Captain Cloa quickly finished the score and announced on the spot: "Congratulations, Derek, your result... On the upper class."
With a smile, Derek dismissed the militia and returned to his relaxed posture before the Cloa knights.
"Uncle Cloa, I didn't expect to see you."
"I'm going on a trip anyway, so why don't I come and see you," Chloe explained, then suddenly asked, "Retired from the Order and ready to go home?"
He asked, as most noble knights would.
Leaving the competitive order, returning to the family to participate in family affairs, is also a good way out.
But unexpectedly, Derek shook his head and said, "No, as you know in my family, there are too many brothers for me."
I'm going to be a wandering knight."
Wandering Knights. Officially, they're called Freedom Knights.
Waiting for nobles to hire and grant, and usually traveling the world, doesn't sound very awesome.
It's really just a mercenary army, and no noble would recruit a wandering knight from outside.
Even for a great nobleman like Count Perez, there are enough knights in his family and his order, even if it's a fiefdom and outsiders? Except for a lucky few, there's no chance.
As a wandering knight, is to organize a small group of mercenaries, complete some armed escort, bandits and other tasks, wandering around.
When the war comes, they will also choose to fight, perhaps have a fiefdom.
Unstable, dangerous, too many disadvantages.
Chloe was a little surprised, Derek is a better young man, plus today saw his ability to train the militia, why would choose to be a wandering knight.
After thinking about it, he asked for help: "Perhaps you can go to my territory to help, if you want to fight for a title in the future, I can fund you a team of soldiers."
This is a very good deal.
Especially when it comes to funding a team of soldiers, which is a big price to pay.
To be honest, Derek was a little tempted.
Glancing at the data panel, he instantly felt calm: "Thank you for your favor, but I already have a plan."
Chloe doesn't feel embarrassed. It's normal for young people to have opinions.
"If you change your mind, you can come to me."
Having passed on the crest of a knight, Derek actually had a knighthood, a surname, a badge, a pennant, and so on.
So all Count Perez was able to give was a knighthood badge, indicating that he had served as a knight.
However, this is also inflated, in fact, he served as a knight apprentice, but this is a good look on the face, but also easier to let the knights who have not been elected to find a good place.
If you join the order, the handover will not be so simple, but there will be an opportunity to meet the earl, at the ceremony. Then, of course, there was Derek's reluctance to try to join the Order, which was to declare allegiance to Count Perez.
You know, the relationship between the king and the vassal is very strong, betrayal and finding a way out are almost impossible, otherwise it is difficult to mix.
Without absolute strength, Derek doesn't want to go down that road.
Better to hang out alone while you're free.
After seeing off the Cloa Knights, Derek packed his bags and said goodbye to the steward of the manor and the militia he had trained.
"Good-bye... My apprenticeship as a knight."
Under the sun, Derek has no memories, he knows he will have a very perfect future.