Chapter Sixty Join

  "Ah!!"

  With a loud shout, Karl Tirr picked up his long sword and charged wildly at Dean.

  "Halt, Karl!"

  The Baron loudly interrupted; however, at this time Karl Tir was obviously unable to hear anything, and the public 'humiliation' had already made him lose his mind.

  The long sword in his hand was swung with a whooshing sound, looking far more intimidating than it had before.

  However, Dean became more and more relaxed - if he had to be careful when facing the conventional knight swordsmanship of the previous moment, then this unorthodox attack was clearly unnecessary.

  Plop!

  It was almost a repeat of the last time - Dean easily dodged his opponent's attack, then kicked him in the butt; instantly, Karl Teir stumbled and fell to the ground.

  But this time, Karl Tir didn't get up as he had wished.

  It was not Karl Tir who did not want to get up, but the captain of the guard, at the baron's gesture, grabbed this young man and lifted him in his hands.

  "Karl, you've let me down! Now go calm down!"

  The baron glanced at the young man and waved his hand; instantly, the captain of the guard took him away from the hall. Seeing Karl's pale face turn red, all the guests involuntarily shrank their necks - it was clear that they knew this seemingly promising young man was done for.

  After all, the Baron's voice of opposition has already appeared.

  But the other party was completely disregarding this, which had obviously crossed the bottom line of a baron, or... any noble.

  So, there's no future for him in Ti'er anymore!

  As for leaving Tiel Territory?

  Becoming a free man and joining other lands is absolutely not a good idea - just that kind of inferior feeling is not acceptable to everyone.

  The guests in the hall, seeing the Baron's unpleasant face, didn't dare to breathe loudly, fearing they would follow in Karl Tir's footsteps. Especially that Weipor, who hid behind the crowd and didn't even dare to show his head.

  "Baron-sama!"

  As the guests all fell silent, Dean walked slowly up to Baron Teal and bowed his head in apology.

  "Dean Ken, this is not your fault... Now I declare, Dean Ken becomes the commander of the Ficharen Knights and has the qualification for 'Knight Baptism', does anyone object?"

  The baron first waved his hand at Dean, then looked around at the guests.

  Undoubtedly, no one would object this time - even if they were relatives of the baron, but that didn't mean they could ignore the baron's status.

  In the end, they still need to rely on the baron to make a living.

  It's just that at certain moments, for the sake of greater benefits, they rely on their numbers to show off their existence.

  In fact, the one who can take charge is still Baron Teal.

  And Dean was precisely aware of this point, so he ignored these people - a noble relative on the border, obviously didn't need his further planning.

  Those people in the Emerald City are still more or less the same.

  "Then...the banquet begins!"

  After no one answered, the baron announced the start of the banquet.

  But unlike the warmth of imagination, the guests all showed a heavy heart, especially when the baron invited Dean into a side room.

  Even more, some souls were restless, while that Weibo was stunned and stood there, not knowing what to do; and the people who had been very close to him before, also retreated at this time, as if Mr. Weibo's body had a plague-like aura.

  And when the behavior of these guests fell into the eyes of the Knights, these young people suddenly discovered that those seemingly unapproachable big shots from before seemed... nothing special.

  ……

  In the study, the Baron invited Dean to sit down——

  "May I take a look at your injuries?"

  The Baron's gaze swept towards Dean's right arm.

  "Of course!"

  Deane nodded and directly took off his suit, revealing the bandaged right arm - this was not suspicion, but only concern.

  There is guilt and concern for making amends.

  As for this, Dean naturally would not refuse.

  When he saw the completely military-style bandaging, the baron nodded slightly, but when he saw the bloodstains printed on the bandage again, this baron frowned once more.

  It's obvious he knows where this blood came from.

  Although Dean seemed to win very easily, this cannot erase the fact that Dean's right arm was injured. In battle, the existence of an arm is not only for wielding weapons and holding shields, but also for adjusting balance; therefore, Dean, who was already injured in his right arm, may have aggravated his injury.

  So, Baron invited Dean directly into the side hall for inspection.

  After all, if a young man with great prospects were to be ruined for life because of one of his banquets, he would definitely have a guilty conscience.

  "Ah!"

  As the bandage was unwrapped, such an exclamation appeared on the body of the baron's daughter - this baroness had previously followed her father into the side hall, and at this moment, she covered her mouth, looking incredulously at the deep wound on her arm.

  As for the young master of the baron's house?

  The boy who had been shy from the start was now hiding behind his sister, while the owner of Snow Bear's house, who had followed them in, furrowed his brow, clearly understanding that Dean's injuries had worsened due to the previous fight.

  Upon hearing the commotion, Dean rushed towards the young lady of the Baron's household with a smile, indicating that he was fine, while she had already brought new bandages and medicine without her father's instructions.

  "I'm coming!"

  Dean declined the kindness of Miss Baronet and took over the bandage and wound medicine, continuing to dress himself as if he were accustomed to it.

  Bandage +1

  After the package was finished, a prompt appeared on the character panel. Dean glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze.

  "Thanks for the bandage and painkiller!"

  Dean expressed his gratitude to Baron and Miss Baron.

  "Nothing much, it's all because of me... Icos, how is Dein Ken's injury?"

  The Baron first waved his hand at Dean, then turned his gaze to his staff.

  "Originally, it would have taken about two weeks to recover, but now, at least twice as much time is needed!"

  The baron's staff said objectively - before that, when Dean was bandaging his wound, he had been paying attention to it. Although the wound was not long, it was deep enough, and he suspected that if it were a little deeper, he would see bone; such an injury was obviously not to be taken lightly.

  He gave a time frame far beyond Dean's expectations: one month.

  In fact, it was just two weeks and Dean was extremely satisfied.

  But if he could get more time, Dean wouldn't mind.

  "A month? Dean Ken Knight, looks like your time for a 'Knight's Baptism' in Wabon County is going to have to be delayed by a month!"

  The Baron sighed at Dean.

  "I'm already satisfied with being qualified for this baptism, so what's another month? I don't mind, after all, a month's time will help me better manage the entire Knights' Order!" Dean said with a smile: "Although we've taken down the 'Bull' Siebel who plotted against Captain Bo, other thieves are still active around us, and these guys absolutely can't be let off!"

  "Dien, don't worry, everything will come slowly, just focus on recovering from your injuries now!"

  The Baron was extremely delighted with Dean's words and even changed his tone slightly.

  "Baron, I have a request!"

  Dien suddenly said.

  "What's your request? Speak up!"

  The Baron of Huanxi, once again revealed his generous nature, while the attendants and the young lady of the baron's house could only helplessly look at their master, father - The financial tension in Tielu has a considerable part of the reason, which is due to this baron.

  Fortunately, Dean didn't have a lion's mouth wide open---

  "I need Hacken's help!"

  Dien said so.

  "What?"

  The Baron was taken aback, while Hack on the side looked even more stunned.

  "Nowadays, the knights are all composed of militia, although they are all great guys, but I still need a veteran, a real veteran to lead and train them - even if it's just the first meeting, but Hack's calm and collected battle gave me a very deep impression, so I hope Hack will join my knight team, I am willing to give the position of deputy captain to Hack!"

  Dean said with a serious expression, and at the same time, with an unusual sincerity, he extended an invitation to the owner of Snow Bear's house.

  "Mr. Hack, I hope you can consider..."

  "I agree!"

  Before Dean could finish speaking, the owner of the Snow Bear Inn had already stood up and exclaimed excitedly - it was clear that Hack believed a military career suited him far more than being an innkeeper.

  PS: desperately seeking support~~~~ crazy desperately seeking support~~~~