Chapter 35: Takeover (Part 1)

Dean had a considerable impression of the militia guard in front of him—of course, not right now, but in the future!

This young man named Theron came from a hunter background, just like the other militiamen who came to serve in Ferrchelen from within the Tier Territory, but this young man possessed considerable talent; this was true whether in leadership ability or in sword technique talent, and he had once shone with his own brilliance during the Blood Moon War.

However, unfortunately, just as this young man began to make a name for himself, he fell into an ambush and sacrificed his life due to incorrect intelligence; the day before his sacrifice, this young man had just received baptism and became a true knight.

Of course, that mistake was naturally intentional on the part of the original Mold.

This tax officer, who had already been taken out by Dean, would absolutely not allow any power that did not belong to him to have a hand in the Ferrchelen Knight Order.

Although after the other party’s death and the Emerald Grand Duke’s thorough investigation, this young man’s deeds were publicized, and he was posthumously recognized as a Lord.

But the person had already died; what was the use of a posthumous recognition?

And this time, it was different!

Dean sized up this young man who possessed ‘knight qualifications,’ and in his heart, he had long since categorized the other party into his own camp—Mold was already dead, and the other party would definitely be even more dazzling than in history; whether it was the other party’s personal strength or his ability to command troops, both were what Dean needed right now.

In fact, the current Dean needed everything—whether it was talent or wealth.

For that war that was less than a year away!

A damn war!

Of course, Dean would absolutely not say much to the young man in front of him; for the sake of convenience, he still spoke with the specific tone of a noble, asking slowly and clearly: “Soldier, what is your name?”

“The-Theron, Lord Knight!”

The young militiaman answered somewhat stutteringly—clearly, being asked his name by a noble was, in his view, a great honor, to the point that he was somewhat terrified.

“Very good! Theron, now assemble all the soldiers, I have an announcement to make!”

Dean nodded and gave this order.

After glancing at his companion, the young militiaman immediately ran toward the inside of the Military Camp, and before long, the Military Camp’s alarm bell sounded—

Clang, clang!

It did not have the melodious sound of the great bell in the central Square of the Capital of Emerald; on the contrary, the bell of this Military Camp was more of a hurried, ear-piercing sound.

A moment later, all the militiamen began to assemble toward the Square in front of the Military Camp; of course, one should not expect any so-called ‘neat formation.’

Being able to stand shoulder to shoulder and not form a very messy cluster was already enough to make Dean feel satisfied.

And this was not the credit of that former Ferrchelen Regiment Commander, but a skill these young people inherited from their fathers—just by sweeping his gaze over them, Dean could be certain that this was an alert formation used by hunters when entering the mountains.

Although it could not compare to the formation of a true Knight Order, it was better than nothing, was it not?

What is more, the formation of a true Knight Order would not necessarily be useful in this snow-filled Tier Territory—here, the utility of warhorses was reduced to a minimum.

Except for a few special, countable places, even that former Ferrchelen Knight Order Regiment Commander needed to walk.

Without a true formation, there was naturally no so-called roll call.

However, Dean, standing on the platform, had already silently counted everyone in the entire Knight Order—

“A total of thirty-one people…”

Dean sighed secretly in his heart; dealing with a war with such a number of people was obviously impossible; but even if the Ferrchelen Knight Order were at full strength, so what?

According to the title and territory of the Baron Tier, the number of a local Knight Order should be around a hundred people.

But a hundred people, thrown onto a battlefield with tens of thousands, how many splashes could they make? Unless those hundred people were all of Knight-rank would it be possible to act as a surprise force and turn the entire war around.

But let alone the Tier Territory, even the Emerald Kingdom did not have such a hundred-man knight squad.

Although there had been such things in legends of the past, that was just a legend.

Regarding the legend of that ‘Empress – Ailu,’ the people of the Emerald Kingdom had basically all heard of it, but those who believed it were probably only children.

Moreover, as the children grew up, they would deny such stories from the bottom of their hearts.

After all, over a hundred knights ‘spanning the sky’ was simply impossible; what is more, although knights could jump higher than ordinary people, wanting to ‘span the sky’ was obviously a joke.

Dean admired that ‘Empress’ Majesty who turned the tide for the entire Emerald Kingdom from the bottom of his heart, but he even more so did not believe that legend of ‘spanning the sky’—as a former Gold-rank Expert, Dean was very clear that only upon stepping into the Gold-rank could humans truly have the strength to break free from the earth.

And a hundred Gold-rank knights was obviously a joke.

Adding up all the Gold-rank Experts in the entire Goedz, there probably would not be enough for that number!

“The number must be expanded!”

Dean thought this in his heart, and then further modified his plan; however, his face still displayed the temperament of a noble from the Capital of Emerald.

Since these militiamen had already misunderstood, Dean did not mind letting their misunderstanding deepen a bit; after all, this was quite helpful for his next plan.

“Everyone, I have to announce that I have temporarily become your new Regiment Commander—of course, after Regiment Commander Potts returns, I will hand the position of Regiment Commander over to him; however, during this period, I am your Regiment Commander! Therefore, you need to obey my orders, anyone who dares to disobey…”

Dean did not finish his sentence, but the militiamen present all nodded one after another to indicate they understood—although during their service in the Knight Order, these young people had not learned many other useful skills, in reading people’s expressions, they had learned quite a bit; at the very least, they were much better than simple mountain people.

“Very good!”

Seeing the militiamen nodding one after another, Dean nodded as if satisfied, and he began to pace slowly on the platform—it was called a platform, but actually it was just a stand built with a few wooden planks; standing on it was no problem, but wanting to pace as if on a reviewing stand was obviously impossible.

Therefore, Dean just walked back and forth a few steps and then stopped this fruitless action.

But in the eyes of the militiamen below, it was not like that; that elegant yet dignified action, they had only ever seen on their own Lord, that Lord Baron; even… it made people feel even more sincerely convinced than that Baron—several younger militiamen added in their hearts.

So, the next moment when Dean took out a temporary appointment letter ‘written’ by Potts, not a single militiaman raised an objection.

To Dean’s surprise, it was simple, and the highest leader of the entire Knight Order became him.

In this regard, Dean once again despised Potts’ arbitrary style of doing things; apart from those guards, there was actually no one who was close to him.

“If it weren’t for his strength being far superior, he probably would have been slaughtered long ago!”

Dean thought this, and then put away that appointment letter ‘written’ by Potts—this was naturally fake, but the real one would be there in the next step.

“Theron, Theron!”

Dean stood in front of the formation and shouted loudly.

“Here, here, I am here, Lord Knight!”

The young militiaman squeezed out from behind the crowd and stood in front of Dean.

“Where is Regiment Commander Potts’ room? Take me there! Remember, from now on call me Regiment Commander!”

Dean said this, and the young militiaman immediately led the way; however, Dean did not really enter Potts’ room, and after just standing at the door and sweeping his gaze over it, he returned to the front of the formation again.

“Now, report your names and duties to me! Theron, you start!”

Dean looked around at the young people present, and his gaze fell on Theron again.

“Yes, Regi… Regiment Commander—Theron, Captain!”

The young militiaman said first.

“Ike, Captain!”

Another young militiaman also stood out.

“Chad, Infantry!”

“Mah, Auxiliary Soldier!”

…

The militiamen in front reported their names and duties one by one, and Dean memorized them quickly; when the last voice fell, he had already memorized the simple information of the thirty-one people in front of him—this was not too difficult a matter; acting as a killer, an assassin, having an extraordinary memory was just one of the foundations.

“Theron, are you on duty today?”

Dean asked.

“Yes, Regiment Commander!”

The young Militia Captain nodded, but the next moment, he became a bit terrified, because in front of him, his new Regiment Commander frowned, and the expression on his face seemed to show a trace of dissatisfaction—regarding this young noble who came with great background and whom Regiment Commander Potts was willing to offend and could only place far away, Theron had considerable fear in his heart.

After all, they had all seen Ryder’s miserable appearance that day with their own eyes.

‘Nobles are the most moody people!’

What is more, with such a Tier saying preceding this, Theron did not dare to be careless.

And just when Theron was about to be overwhelmed by inexplicable fear, Dean spoke again—

“What is going on with your clothes? Where are the cotton clothes? Why aren’t you wearing cotton clothes!”

Dean asked as if he was very puzzled.

Suddenly, Theron was stunned, and the militiamen behind him were also stunned.

After a long while, Theron stammered: “Regiment Commander Potts said, this is tempe… training for young people…”

“Bullshit!”

Dean directly interrupted the other party’s words.