Capítulo 10: Chapter 10 An Arrogant Knight
It had to be said that Baron Campbell really loved his son.
Escorting the convoy of Wharton to the capital of the kingdom was almost the limit he could do.
As a small lord, Baron Campbell had about ten knights under his command. But most of them were in their own villages, helping him to watch over the farmer's farming, weaving, tax collection, and so on.
Tristan, who had the most powerful fighting skills but was weak in management ability, was the leader of guards protecting the castle of the Campbell clan. He was also the person Baron Campbell trusted most.
But now, he was sent to leave with his five servants following Wharton.
The best horses, the most magnificent carriages and all kinds of decorations in the manor, as well as 1000 gold coins, were all given to Wharton.
After all, this was almost 2/3 of the annual tax of the Campbell clan!
After Wharton took away those, the rest of the family members would live a hard life.
Even if he tried hard to refuse, he still couldn't persuade Baron Campbell.
In the carriage, Wharton looked back at Campbell castle, which was getting farther and farther, and his father, who was waving at him with other family members and servants. He couldn't help feeling sad.
At the same time, he swore to himself that he would definitely let the Campbell clan reach the peak, and the clan's name would be famous throughout the continent!
It was almost for sure as long as there was a mythological space. It only took time to complete it step by step.
"Young master, if you need anything, just call me."
Tristan said to him on a purplish red horse outside the car window.
Wharton nodded.
"Okay, uncle Tristan. Thank you."
The relationship between the knight and the aristocrat was naturally different from that of the vassal peasant, and their status was not low.
In particular, as the leader of the knight who had served the Campbell clan for generations and was trusted by the baron, it was not too much for the son of the baron to call him "Uncle".
After he put down the curtain, Wharton took out a book from the wooden box at his feet, "Spirit Power: Introduction to Techniques".
This was one of the magic manuals that Saru had left him, and also the basic knowledge of magic. The main content was about how to guide the magic power with spirit power so that it could be performed smoothly.
It was very suitable for people like Wharton who had strong magic power and spirit power but didn't know the skills and methods.
While the carriage was moving slowly, Wharton read it carefully.
At the same time, he carefully tried to control the magic power with spirit power to change in a small range. He thought that he should combine theory with practice.
He held a book in one hand, and cautiously summoned a few small flames with the other hand, flying around his fingertips. Then the fire disappeared and several wisps of ice wind flew around his fingers.
As he repeated this process, he became familiar with the control of the magic power.
Wharton was indulged in it and couldn't feel the passage of time.
Until the afternoon.
All of a sudden.
Creak.
The carriage suddenly stopped and was still in a hurry.
The track left two marks on the ground.
"What happened?"
Wharton frowned and put down the magic manual in his hand. He opened the curtain and was about to ask Tristan who was riding a horse.
But before he could answer, he already knew.
A strong horse was standing in front of his carriage, and on the back of the horse sat a strange strong knight. Wearing light armor and an arrogant expression, he looked at Wharton with contempt.
On his right chest armor, there was a red mark of irises -- it was obviously the badge of some noble clan!
Before Tristan could question him, the strange snight spoke first.
"I'm a knight of Cout Grahl. My lady's car will pass by this road later.We'll wait for you to drive. "
His tone was condescending. Obviously, it was not a negotiation, but an order.
Wharton was displeased and looked to the right through the carriage window.
He saw a convoy of at least thirty people slowly coming this way.
Three carriages.
The first one should be leading the way, and the last one should be storing all kinds of materials. The biggest and most magnificent carriage in the middle was probably for the lady of Count Grahl that the arrogant knight had mentioned.
It was said that the count was a distant relative of the current king. The fief area was quite large, and theoretically, the territory of the Campbell clan was included within it.
Knowing that it was the carriages of Count Grahl, all the others shut up immediately. Only the knight Tristan complained in a low voice, very dissatisfied. But he didn't dare to contradict him directly.
Only Wharton.
His soul was still from the modern times of the twenty-first century.
Even though he had lived in this world for more than tens of years, he still couldn't bear the arrogance of other noble clans!
Therefore, Wharton walked out of the carriage and stared at the knight of Count Grahl in a low voice.
"Although Count Grahl is noble, I'm afraid he is not qualified to force us to stop the car? What's more, it was said that the count was a reasonable man with a good reputation. Aren't you going to ruin his reputation in the fief by bullying the son of a baron like this? "
The knight was stunned and then burst into laughter.
He looked at Wharton contemptuously and said, "Son of a baron? Even if your father, the real baron, is here, I will not be afraid. "
Wharton's face gradually darkened.
If it had been a few days ago, he would have suffered a loss and endured it.
But how could it be possible now?
So he took a deep breath and stared at the knight in front of him. "I'll say it for the last time. Move out of my way! Otherwise, you will be responsible for the consequences. "
The knight snorted, "What if I say no?"
"Then..."
Wharton's voice was cold. He raised his right hand and activated the magic power in his body.
Boom!
A flame appeared in his hand, and the red flame rose half a foot high. The flame was like a tall red grass swaying in the wind, emitting a scorching temperature.
The surrounding air was slightly distorted because of the high temperature, like water waves.
The expression on the knight's face froze in an instant, and his eyes widened, as if he had seen a ghost.
"You, you are... a magician?"
His voice was trembling and he even couldn't hold the reins firmly.
My God?
The son of a country bumpkin in front of him looked at most sixteen or seven years old. He was already a magician?
It was known to all that it was impossible for an apprentice to use magic without any tools to speak so easily while using magic with empty hands.
And judging from the accurate control of the flames, he was probably a real level-1 mage!
Even if Count Grahl came in person, he would be polite. There was no need to offend a mage.
But he took the initiative to provoke him. What should he do?
Sweat dripped from the knight’s forehead.
He froze on the back of the horse. He didn't know whether he should leave or not.
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