Chapter 60: Joining

“Ah!!”

With a loud shout, Carl Tier picked up his Longsword and charged wildly at Dean.

“Stop, Carl!”

The Baron shouted to stop him; however, Carl Tier at this moment obviously couldn’t hear anything. The public “humiliation” had already made him lose his sanity.

The Longsword in his hand whistled through the air as he swung it, looking far more intimidating than before.

However, Dean seemed to become even more relaxed. If he had to be careful facing the standard Knight Sword Technique just a moment ago, then this chaotic attack clearly did not require any caution.

Thud!

It was almost a repeat of the last time—Dean easily dodged the opponent’s attack and then kicked him in the buttocks. Immediately, Carl Tier lost his balance and fell to the ground.

And this time, Carl Tier did not get up as he wished.

Of course, it wasn’t that Carl Tier didn’t want to stand up, but that the Guard Captain, under the Baron’s signal, grabbed the young man and lifted him up in his hand.

“Carl, you disappoint me too much. Now go cool off!”

After looking at the young man, the Baron waved his hand directly. Immediately, the Guard Captain carried him out of the hall. Seeing Carl Tier’s flushed yet slightly pale face, all the guests shrank their necks—obviously, they knew that this seemingly promising young man was done for.

After all, the Baron had already shouted to stop him earlier.

But the other party didn’t care at all. This clearly exceeded the Baron’s bottom line, or rather… any Noble’s bottom line.

Therefore, the other party could have no future in Tier Territory!

As for leaving Tier Territory?

Becoming a Freeman and joining another Territory was definitely not a good idea—the feeling of being inferior was something not everyone could accept.

The guests in the hall, seeing the Baron’s unfriendly expression, dared not even breathe loudly, fearing they would follow in Carl Tier’s footsteps. Especially Weibor, who hid behind the crowd, not daring to even show his head.

“My Lord Baron!”

When the guests were all silent, Dean walked slowly to Baron Tier, bowing with an apologetic expression.

“Dean Ken, this is not your fault… Now I announce that Dean Ken becomes the Ferrchelen Knight Order Regiment Commander, and obtains the qualification for the Knight’s Baptism. Does anyone oppose?”

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

Undoubtedly, no one would oppose this time—although they were the Baron’s relatives, this did not mean they could ignore the Baron’s authority.

In the end, they still relied on the Baron to make a living.

It was just that at certain times, for greater benefits, they relied on their numbers to show their existence.

In fact, the one who could make decisions was still Baron Tier.

And Dean had precisely grasped this point, which is why he ignored these people—the noble relatives of a border Territory obviously did not require more planning from him.

Those people from the Capital of Emerald were more like it.

“Then… the banquet begins!”

Seeing no one answer, the Baron announced the start of the banquet.

However, unlike the warmth expected in his mind, the guests all seemed heavy-hearted, especially after the Baron invited Dean into the side room nearby.

Some were even absent-minded, while Weibor stood there blankly, not knowing what to do. The people who had previously been very friendly with him now retreated three steps, as if Mr. Weibor had the plague on him.

When these guests’ behavior fell into the eyes of the Knight Order members, these young people suddenly realized that these Big Shots who looked unapproachable in the past seemed… not that remarkable after all.

……

In the side room, the Baron invited Dean to sit down—

“Can you show me your injury?”

The Baron’s gaze fell on Dean’s right arm.

“Of course!”

Dean nodded, directly took off his Formal Attire, and revealed his right arm wrapped in bandages—it wasn’t suspicion, it could only be said to be a kind of concern.

It was a concern with both guilt and a desire to make amends.

And Dean naturally would not refuse this.

When seeing the bandaging method completely from the army, the Baron nodded a little. And seeing the bloodstains printed on the bandages again, this Baron frowned once more.

Obviously, he knew how such bloodstains came about.

Although Dean had looked like he won very easily before, this could not erase the fact that Dean’s right arm was injured. In combat, the arm’s existence was not only for wielding weapons and holding the Shield, but also for balancing; therefore, Dean, whose right arm was already injured, might well aggravate his condition.

So, the Baron had directly invited Dean into the side room for a check.

After all, if a young man with a promising future had regrets for life because of his banquet, he would definitely have an uneasy conscience.

“Ah!”

As the bandages were untied, such a gasp came from Miss Baron’s mouth—the Baron’s daughter had followed her Father into the side room earlier, and at this moment, she was covering her mouth, looking in disbelief at the deep wound on the arm.

As for the Young Master of the Baron’s family?

The boy who had been shy from the beginning had long since hidden behind his sister. And the boss of Snow Bear’s Home, who had entered with them, frowned, obviously understanding that because of the previous duel, Dean’s injury had worsened.

Hearing the gasp, Dean smiled at Miss Baron, indicating he was fine, and the latter, without waiting for her Father’s order, brought new bandages and wound medicine.

“Let me do it!”

Dean refused Miss Baron’s kindness, took the bandages and wound medicine, and then continued to bandage himself as he was familiar with.

【Bandaging+1】

When the bandaging was completed, this prompt appeared on the character panel. After glancing at it, Dean withdrew his gaze.

“Thank you for the bandages and wound medicine!”

Dean expressed his gratitude to the Baron and Miss Baron.

“It’s nothing, it was all caused by me… Ikes, how is the injury of Knight Dean Ken?”

The Baron first waved his hand at Dean, then looked at his Aide.

“Originally, it only needed about two weeks to recover, but now, at least double that time is needed!”

The Baron’s Aide stated objectively—he had been paying attention while Dean bandaged his wound earlier. Although the wound wasn’t long, it was deep enough; he even suspected that if it were a little deeper, one could see the bone. Such an injury obviously couldn’t be taken lightly.

Therefore, he gave a time far exceeding Dean’s expectation: one month.

In fact, just two weeks made Dean very satisfied.

But, if he could get some more time, Dean naturally didn’t mind.

“One month, huh? Knight Dean Ken, it seems your time to go to Vauban County for the Knight’s Baptism needs to be delayed by one month!”

The Baron sighed at Dean.

“Being able to obtain the qualification for this Baptism makes me very satisfied. As for waiting another month? I don’t mind. After all, one month of time helps me better manage the entire Knight Order!” Dean said with a smile: “Although we eliminated Sibul the ‘Horned Bull’ who plotted against Regiment Commander Boz, other bandits are still active around us. These guys absolutely cannot be let off!”

“Dean, don’t be anxious. Everything can be done slowly. First, heal your injury!”

The Baron seemed very pleased with Dean’s words, and even his mode of address changed slightly.

“My Lord Baron, I have a request!”

Dean suddenly said.

“What request, speak freely!”

Happy, the Baron showed his generous nature again, while the Aide beside him and Miss Baron looked helplessly at their adult and Father—the Tier Territory’s tight finances had a considerable reason for being so, stemming from this Baron.

And fortunately, Dean did not ask for the moon—

“I need Your Excellency Huck’s help!”

Dean said this.

“What?”

The Baron was stunned, and Huck beside him was even more dumbfounded.

“The current Knight Order is composed of Militia. Although they are all great lads, I still need a veteran, a real veteran, to lead and train them—even though it was only our first meeting, Your Excellency Huck’s calm combat under danger impressed me deeply. So, I hope Your Excellency Huck will join my Knight Order. I am willing to give Your Excellency Huck the position of Vice Regiment Commander!”

Dean spoke with a serious expression, while expressing exceptional sincerity, issuing an invitation to the boss of Snow Bear’s Home.

“Your Excellency Huck, I hope you will consider…”

“I am willing!”

Before Dean finished speaking, the boss of Snow Bear’s Home had already stood up and shouted with an excited expression—obviously, Huck believed very much that a military career suited him better than being an innkeeper.