The road ahead

"You want to join the army?"

In the study on the top floor of the Lord's Castle, Bruno was sitting behind the desk, looking curiously at the guy in front of him who had just been led in by his close male servant Liszt.

Krell looked about in his early twenties, with dark brown hair spreading over his head in a mess, and from a distance it looked like a messy bird's nest.

His face was a little pale, probably because of long-term malnutrition.

His eyebrows and eyes were quite handsome, and his nose was tall and straight, but there was a scar about two centimeters long on his forehead, which looked a bit old.

Bruno was deeply impressed by him. In addition to his excellent work performance, his deep eyes seemed to be able to pierce the injustice and darkness of the world and see the essence hidden behind the appearance.

While Bruno announced the release of forty-five serfs as civilians, he also gave everyone the opportunity to come to the Lord's Castle to meet him.

Krell was the first person to muster up the courage to come to find him after being released as a civilian.

And Krell, the captain of the third production team, was the first to sign up when he first established the production team.

After the construction of the Sky Garden, the work points he received ranked first and became one of the first serfs to be released as civilians.

"Yes, I want to join the army." Krell affirmed again.

"The first batch of standing troops recruited a total of 300 people. Now, the 300 places are full, so... you need to give me a reason, a reason to convince me to recruit you into the standing troops." Bruno said seriously.

Bruno is indeed optimistic about Krell, but this does not mean that he will make an exception for Krell.

After all, one thing Bruno has always emphasized about the training of the standing army is discipline.

If Crael cannot give a very convincing reason, Bruno will never break the request he set and recruit Crael.

"Is it a reason..." Krell lowered his head and pondered for a moment.

He also knew very well that this was Bruno's assessment of him. If his answer could satisfy his lord, then his wish to join the army would be possible.

"I want to become a soldier, guard the Idal leader! Guard you!" Krell said.

"Why? I not only have three hundred standing troops, but also a personal guard composed of knights, you are not alone." Bruno teased.

"Because I want to protect this possibility!" Krell looked at Bruno's eyes and said firmly: "In the Idal territory, only in the Idal territory, serfs can also become civilians through their own efforts!"

"... And this part may only be you who gave us! You gave hope to the serfs! Let my father and I stand up again! Let us live for ourselves!"

Bruno's eyes were slightly condensed, and his hands unconsciously clenched the armrests on one side of the seat.

"You... really think so?" Bruno finally became serious.

"Yes!" Crael said without hesitation: "Idal's harvest is like an undeveloped virgin land. You have given us - these are the opportunities that the most humble and humble serfs hope to get! I, Crael, are willing to protect the Idal's harvest with my own life! Guard this hope!"

"You go down first, you apply to join the army... I need to think about it..." Bruno finally said to Krell after a long silence.

"As for the order, Lord Earl." Creer saluted respectfully, then walked out carefully after Liszt.

At this moment, Bruno's heart was like a turbulent wave.

Before this, he had only regarded the group of people around him as uncivilized indigenous people in another world, and wanted to follow the historical footprints of the previous life and move forward step by step.

However, Crael's words brought Bruno more thinking.

Because, Bruno finally realized that even the most humble serfs... they also have their own thoughts and their own cognitions.

Perhaps, due to their own class limitations, they can only see in front of them.

But there are always people, and there are always people like Crael, who will think more and think further.

Releasing serfs as civilians seems to be just a trivial move, but behind this is the energy that is like destruction...

Because... there are too many serfs in this world!

Bruno was both excited and nervous.

Of course he was happy that his leaders could have their own thinking and cognition, and could truly regard the Idar Territory as their sustenance, and regard himself as a member of the Idar Territory.

But Bruno himself is a nobleman!

Releasing the serfs as civilians certainly would have inspired the Idal territory to produce huge production potential, but... serfs and nobles are two opposing classes after all!

This makes Bruno have to deal with this issue with great caution and absolutely no sloppy!

Bruno vaguely felt that he had become an invisible driving force in the history of this world. Every action of his will plant seeds for this world, and then affect the original development trajectory of this world...

This is a very wonderful feeling, which will make people feel a sense of pride and accomplishment that comes from the deepest part of their hearts...

Bruno thought about it in the study for a long time, then drew countless times on the parchment paper, and then shouted outside the door: "Liszt!"

"Master, you call me?" Liszt responded.

"Let Crael go to the permanent army to report..." Bruno said after all.

"In addition, if Sam Layton trains him hard for me, good seedlings should enjoy more training."

"As you wish, lord."

"Also, I used my brain too much this morning, so you asked the kitchen to prepare two more dishes." Bruno ordered again before Lestor left.

"Yes, Master."

...

"What do you say to Lord Lord?"

After returning home, Crael's father asked in a hurry.

"I didn't agree, but I didn't refuse. The master said he had to consider it..." Krell poured some water on himself and moistened his throat.

"You are a little frivolous. Lord Earl is busy with all kinds of things. It is a great grace to let you meet. How can you still make such a request to Lord?" Crael's father sighed and persuaded with great sincerity.

"Although I haven't seen it a few times, I always feel that the Earl is different from other nobles..."

"You, you're all day long and you're just thinking about it. If you have this free time, you might as well do more work... You didn't go to work in the morning, but you were deducted a copper coin's wages." Crael's father said with some distress.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The father and son were talking, but the door rang.

Crael got up and opened the door, but saw that it was Liszt standing outside the door with a stern face.

"Tomorrow, go to the military camp to report."
Chapter completed!