The Knight's Squire and the Eight Virtues
This startled the young Farmer, who instinctively raised his hoe and looked warily at the tall man.
"Who are you, and what are you doing in my haystack?"
However, the man did not speak; instead, he stared blankly at the sky.
The young Farmer approached cautiously and noticed that the man was wearing a Platinum robe, which looked very precious, making him feel somewhat inferior.
Are you a nobleman?
The man still didn't answer him.
The young Farmer was exasperated after asking the man repeatedly, but he remained unmoved.
He looked up at the sky; the sun was still blazing overhead.
So he took out his wooden water cup and handed it to the stranger.
"It's so hot, have some water."
I thought the man would do what he did before, but to my surprise, he took the water glass and drank it all in one gulp.
"At least leave me some! How am I supposed to get to work later?"
The young Farmer was extremely frustrated, but unwilling to waste time, he quickly went to the field and continued working.
Then the stranger went down into the field and started plowing with his feet. He was incredibly fast, and in no time, he had finished plowing his entire field.
This left the Farmer completely stunned.
"You... you are... a Knight?"
In his mind, only Knight possessed such abilities.
As for Wizard, sorry, these days a commoner like him isn't qualified to associate with Wizard.
Even if they come into contact with it, most of it can be turned into materials.
The man remained silent in the face of the Farmer's question.
The young Farmer sighed and glanced at the field.
"Anyway, I've finished everything I needed to do, so I should head back now. By the way, do you want to come back with me?"
This time, the man nodded.
the next day.
When the young Farmer got up, he saw the middle-aged man he had brought home the day before practicing with a sword in the yard. His thick, golden hair made him look like a Lion King rolling around in the yard.
See here.
His face immediately showed envy and longing.
"It really is Knight!"
Although the Knight of this world are merely experiments with Wizard bloodlines and attempts at other cultivation systems, their potential is very low.
But for most ordinary people, it remains something that can only be dreamed of.
Because even the weakest Knight is Transcendent!
He leaned against the courtyard gate for a while, then decided that he was not destined to be with such a great man as Knight, so he went to fetch water.
At this moment.
The middle-aged man, who hadn't spoken yesterday, suddenly spoke up.
Do you want to learn?
"What?"
"Want to learn the way of Knight?"
Would you be willing to teach me?
The young Farmer asked excitedly.
"Of course! Child, when you encounter a stranger on your own land, you raise your weapon without flinching. The Sun is scorching, yet you are willing to share your water with me. I am homeless, yet you are willing to take me in!"
"Of the virtues of Knight, you possess courage, compassion, and dedication—three of them. I am willing to entrust you with the Path of the Knight that I have pioneered."
The middle-aged man chuckled.
He didn't speak yesterday because he didn't know the language of this world and could only roughly guess its meaning.
So last night and this morning, he walked around the village and the nearby Camelot Town. His powerful Demigod spirit and abilities allowed him to learn the language of this world in just one night.
At this point, he called out to the young Farmer.
"If you want to learn from me, come over here."
He was willing to teach the way of Knight in this world, not only to cover up his own secret carving of Spacetime Beacon, but most importantly, because he saw an opportunity to become a god here!
In this world, besides Wizard, there are Knight!
Inside the courtyard.
"Yes, sir!"
The young Farmer approached with an excited expression.
"From this moment forward, you are my Knight. Kneel."
"Yes."
The middle-aged man pulled out a long sword from somewhere and placed it on the young Farmer's shoulder.
"If you wish to uphold the code of Knight, you must adhere to these eight virtues: courage, unwavering loyalty, valuing honor, compassion, honesty, justice, humility, and selfless dedication."
After uttering this long speech in a fit of anger, the middle-aged man looked at the young Farmer, only to see him looking blank and trying hard to understand.
He had a slight headache, but quickly understood.
You may not understand now, but I want you to remember it!
"Yes, sir!"
"Get up. Oh, and here, this sword is for you!"
The middle-aged man chuckled.
The young Farmer excitedly accepted the longsword with both hands.
"Thank you, sir!"
"Now, tell me your name, servant!"
"Sir, Gawain, my name is Gawain!"
"Okay, Gawain!"