71: Chapter 54 Knight_4 71: Chapter 54 Knight_4 You should know that on this continent, even for many nobles, it’s hard to attain Knighthood status after their twenties.
Some less favored scions of noble families, may even remain as Attendants by a Lord’s side well into middle age.
Leon and Lokhak rose from their seats, and Azeryan also struggled a bit to stand with the help of Leon.
Without needing to discuss, they merely exchanged glances and made the wisest decision possible at that moment.
Then there was only one answer.
Just like when Lu Bu first saw Dong Zhuo, Leon’s gaze towards Baron Eriv grew much more eager.
This middle-aged handsome man, ah, the more he looked, the more pleasing to the eye he seemed.
In his past life, he was just an ordinary person who often got scolded by his boss, his closest brush with the exploitative classes was when he cosplay-fantasied in front of the mirror wearing purchased Armor crafts.
Unexpectedly in this life, he could actually turn from a proletarian into the detested feudal noble.
“Thank you for your appreciation, my Lord, we are willing to offer our loyalty.
In that case, do we need to prepare a ceremony?”
Azeryan, familiar with such occasions, asked since the process of Knighting ceremonies in Seryan was not simple.
“No, in Orland, as long as there are Knights to witness, that is our coronation,” Baron Eriv shook his head and stood up.
He drew out his Sword, its tip placed on the ground, his expression turning solemn and serious.
Almost simultaneously, all the Knights present without titles also rose from their seats, hand on the hilt, standing solemnly in the hall.
A Knight following beside the Baron acted as the ceremonial officer and spoke to the three young men who were to be knighted:
Azeryan of the Flarrell Family.
Step forward, and kneel on one knee to the Sealing Lord you are about to swear your oath to.”
Leon glanced at Azeryan beside him, unsure if he needed support.
The noble’s son smiled, shook his head, then bore the pain and walked forward with his companions.
At that moment, Azeryan only regretted not having had time to put on his Armor or even prepare a formal attire due to his bedrest.
The three bent their right knee, left hand resting on the left knee, right hand behind their back, looking up, awaiting the knighthood.
Baron Thorny Flower raised his Sword, placing the blade on Lokhak’s shoulder on the right.
“In the name of courage, before formidable enemies, you must be brave and fearless, without cowardice.”
Saying so, the Baron moved the Sword to rest on Azeryan’s shoulder to the left.
“In the name of the Kingdom, guarding our homeland, you must protect the people and overcome tyranny.”
Finally, the blade reached Leon in the middle.
“In the name of divine justice, recognizing injustice, you must uphold righteousness and punish evil.”
The Baron lifted the blade, holding it with both hands before him: “In the name of the gods, loyal to the monarch, you must be loyal and truthful, forsaking all lies.
I, Eriv Farolis, hereby knight you as Knights of Orland, and equally bestow upon you the fiefs of Selva, Longka, and Platon.
I swear, never to let your loyalty be tainted with dishonor or injustice.
You shall dine and drink with me, and my castle will forever reserve a place for you.”
After the Baron’s oath, the Knight behind him reminded the young men being knighted: “Repeat after me, I swear…”
“…I will fight for Thorny Flower with honor and my life.
For the land and the people!”
The three young men’s oaths rang powerfully.
Baron smilingly sheathed his Sword: “Rise, my Knights.”
Leon stood, feeling somewhat dazed, his mind not quite catching up.
It wasn’t because of the brief yet solemn knighting ceremony.
Selva, Longka, Platon?
He knew about Selva Village, but what were those other two places?
Or rather, their Sealing Lord, had he just given them three territories all at once?