Chapter 98: Oh, You! Oh, You!

“To become a qualified knight, mastery of combat skills is essential, but other aspects are equally important: noble etiquette, estate management, and tactical command are all compulsory subjects.”

“The more comprehensive your knowledge, the better you can manage your lands.”

“When you have some free time, you can come to Eisenbor and seek training from professional instructors, or better yet, serve as a knight’s squire under me for a while.”

“Thank you for your guidance, Sir Knight!” All of Rigoraf’s words were well-intentioned, and Leo readily agreed.

In the Empire, the knightly class had dedicated tutors and even academies responsible for teaching noble etiquette, estate management, military theory, and so forth—much like accelerated business courses in another life.

Many knights from well-off families, or newly minted knights lacking certain knowledge, were willing to spend money to fill these gaps.

But the more traditional path was to serve under a renowned knight as a squire for a time, gaining direct instruction from a seasoned warrior.

Each knight could only have a limited number of squires at once, yet countless young men aspired to become knights.

Not everyone could become a squire to a Banner Knight, but nearly all squires serving Banner Knights eventually achieved knighthood and elevated their social rank.

After all, the support from a knightly master was comprehensive—not only offering experience and mentorship but often financial aid as well.

Some squires from impoverished backgrounds made their battlefield debut clad in armor and astride warhorses gifted by their knightly patron.

If the knight’s resources were insufficient, the squire had to purchase their own gear or ride a common horse assigned by their master, clad in cheap leather armor.

On the battlefield, knights in heavy armor were an entirely different breed from those without; the former charged with unstoppable force, while the latter could be felled by stray arrows.

A single misstep could see one knocked from their mount by a peasant wielding a pitchfork.

Uriyan was a typical example of poverty; though commanding several hundred men and bearing the title of lord, he still lacked a single proper Northern warhorse, let alone his own knightly armor.

A full set of knightly equipment—warhorse, sword, shield, armor, lance, and bow—cost roughly fifty gold sulers.

And that only covered one warhorse. A knight was expected to own at least three, plus bear the expenses of at least two squires and ten armed retainers, covering their wages, food, and equipment.

Uriyan had yet to meet these conditions and even lacked the skill to fight mounted.

Leo, in contrast, was a younger version of Uriyan, in even worse circumstances—barely possessing anything. To become Rigoraf’s squire would be a meteoric rise.

Having read many novels and watched countless dramas in his previous life, Leo had long thought the knightly class was ordinary, and serving as a squire even more lowly.

But in this world, he learned knights were the tanks of the battlefield.

While others fought with swords, spears, or muskets, a knight was like operating a tank—an entirely different level.

A cavalry regiment composed of one Banner Knight, dozens of Horn Banner Knights, and hundreds of squires formed an armored unit—a nightmare to civilian militias.

Unfortunately, as the riverbend settlement was in a critical stage of development, Leo could not leave. Even if he refused, Uriyan would have forced him to serve under Rigoraf.

After offering Leo some elder advice and encouragement, Rigoraf ceased to concern himself further and led Uriyan toward the guests, introducing him to Eisenbor’s notable figures.

As a military noble, Rigoraf’s purpose in hosting the banquet was not mere revelry but to gather like-minded knightly lords to discuss the orc war’s progress and the homeland’s security.

Although Eisenbor maintained a sheriff and standing army for law enforcement, expecting them to proactively handle issues was wishful thinking.

Only when a village suffered a raid by bandits or foreign tribes would the sluggish army arrive belatedly, going through the motions.

Thus, Rigoraf had to unite several knightly lords to pressure the local governor or establish patrol units himself to safeguard the territory.

Currently, Eisenbor’s governor was Tarik Freylov, the third son of Count Freylov—a man without courage or wisdom, addicted to pleasure, excelling only in debauchery.

His most infamous deed was dueling his own uncle over a courtesan and being defeated by a man twice his age. Before turning thirty, he was exiled here to live out his days.

Eisenbor was no great city, with tens of thousands of refugees camped outside its walls. Nearly a hundred corpses were thrown into the Anzerno River daily. Robberies and murders were constant, enough to alarm those with insight.

Those who reached Eisenbor’s gates were either physically strong or mentally shrewd, often willing to forsake morality to earn some extra coin. They were hardly law-abiding citizens.

These refugees would not endure the hardship of traveling to Eisenbor only to quietly starve with their families.

Denied jobs or relief, they quickly turned into bands of marauders ravaging the outskirts.

Should local bandits or mountain brigands recruit enough men to surpass a hundred, poorly defended villages were doomed.

Not all villages, like Riverbend, prioritized strengthening their armed forces. Their main role was to produce resources for their knightly lords.

Most remote villages saw their lords rarely reside there; manor houses were dilapidated and defenseless, and self-organized militias were too few and weak to fight.

When a band of over a hundred brigands or foreign troops stormed a village, surrender was often the only option.

Leo had paid his respects to Rigoraf and thus completed his task at the banquet.

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