Chapter 11 Young Master Solon

This was a cyan tent of more than ten square meters. On both sides of the huge tent were many rare things. There were small red trees in the flower pots, and under the metal frame hanging in the air, there were pearls one after another, a grayish-brown bear skin, and an eagle-like wooden carving... In short, Locke knew some of the things that were very valuable. He did not recognize the other things, so they must be extraordinary things. In front of the tent was a wooden table glowing with orange light. On the right was a huge screen that blocked the view behind the screen. Locke judged that it was the place where Young Master Solon slept. A young man with light red pupils, black hair, and a tall and straight figure stood in front of the desk. He looked at the gray-haired man in front of him indifferently. His expression showed curiosity about this sergeant of the same age as him. The red-eyed young man was Solon. This symbolic characteristic showed that he had the bloodline of Marquis Sandru, who was noble in the capital. Solon recognized Locke, who was carrying two bottles of ale in front of him. Locke's messy gray hair, coupled with his shabby leather armor and two bottles of ale, looked very funny. Yes, it was funny. Young Master Solon, who had a deep aristocratic cultivation, had a funny evaluation of Locke at this time. However, after considering that this was a real ordinary civilian, Solon also felt relieved. Instead, he had some interest in him. This gray-haired Lieutenant, who was a size stronger than him, had appeared in his ears many times over the past two days. The troops were about to depart, but the third and forth squadrons that had been crippled still needed two more Captain. The new recruits had already arrived, but the Captain had not been decided. After several consecutive discussions, there were still no exact choice for Captain. First, there were several candidates that met the standard, but there were only two positions. There were countless people with real power staring at them. Second, the first two figures of the military camp had not said anything. His father, Baron Cadozzi, and his teacher Great Captain, Sir Will. As the two of them did not say anything, everything else was just useless. Locke was also a relatively popular person. There were actually two Captains who recommended him. Although these two were the Captain and Deputy Captain of his squadron, they were all commoners after all. They did not understand the pros and cons between nobles. Both Captain supported their subordinates. Such an awkward way to promote him simply made Young Master Solon grin. Of course, Locke's strength and qualifications had already reached the standard. He even had some good reputation in the camp. Reputation was especially important in the military camp. Not only would it allow you to sit firmly in your position, but it would also increase your team's combat ability. As for age, Young Master Solon was annoyed with this. He was 19 years old this year. Didn't he also enter the military camp as the Deputy Captain of the cavalry squadron? Although he had entered the military camp last year, because he was a cavalry, he had not taken part in the most dangerous battle in the Battle of Fermer Grand Canyon, so he hadn't experienced many fierce battles. As for Locke, he had been in the army for four years. He had fought all sorts of battles. The one the recruits admired the most must be big brother Locke. Therefore, the overall possibility of Locke being promoted was fifty percent. Seeing Locke holding the ale and looking at him nervously, Solon also understood his intention. This guy was smart, Solon thought. "Sir, I am Locke from the second squadron. I just got two bottles of good wine a few days ago. I would like to send you as a gift." Locke was curious for the first few seconds. After being nervous for a while, he immediately adjusted himself, bowed his head respectfully, and took out the two bottles of ale. "Oh, not bad, put it there..." Young Master Solon pointed to the shelf on the side. Locke carefully placed the wine on the shelf. He quickly glanced at the rare treasures on the shelf. He was very curious about these things. After putting it away, Locke returned to the center of the tent and lowered his eyes. Solon saw that Locke treated him respectfully, he had a better evaluation on Locke. "Which town are you from?" Solon asked casually. "Sir, I am from Mineton." "How old are you this year?" "Sir, I am 18 this year." Solon was interested. It was said that Locke was too young and was not old enough to take on the role of Captain. It was said that he was young, but Solon really did not know that he was so young, even one year younger than him. He looked at Locke, who had a beard and a mature face. He first thought that he was in his twenties. "I heard you had participated in the Battle of Goden Highground?" Solon asked with slight interest. "Yes, Sir." It could be said that this was a war of national fate between the Karlian Kingdom and the Faustine Kingdom. Solon had often heard the veterans around him talk about it. However, these people were all veterans. They had told him, how heroic they had been when killing the enemy, which he did not believe. His teacher, Sir Will, a high-level knight attendant, had told him that even he had been seriously injured in that battle, and his courage could not have even worked a bit in the bloody battle of more than a hundred thousand people. Not to mention that he was a high-level knight attendant, even a peak-level knight attendant had not been able to fight. A peak-level knight attendant was at the level of a commander. A high-level knight attendant was at the level of Legate. Baron Cadozzi's high-level knight attendants, which had been trained in his territory, were indeed not to be underestimated. "Can you tell me about it? Just tell me about your own situation." Solon eagerly requested and invited Locke to sit on the left side of the tent. "This is the sofa. Karlian really knows how to enjoy it. The last time we broke into the city, we got it in the city lord's mansion." Solon introduced. "Thank you, sir." Locke thanked him and sat stiffly on the "sofa". Seeing Young Master Solon was so eager to know, Locke thought that the opportunity had come. Locke was not a person who could tell stories. He only mechanically told what he had seen and heard. Although he was not hot-blooded or passionate, his story was vivid. Young Master Solon was tired of listening to exaggerated descriptions. The fighting experience of an ordinary person like Locke struggling in the war attracted him. Locke talked about the late autumn of the bloody battle that had taken place three years after he had joined the army. He talked about how he had followed Uncle Joshak in battle as a spearman. He told Young Master Solon about what he had seen and heard. A huge fireball had fallen from the sky, and the cold icicle had pierced through the hardest armor. The strong man in heavy armor, riding a horse slashed out with his sword, and the air wave knocked over a whole team of people. The more Solon heard, the more interested he became. The stories he heard from different people were completely different. He obviously liked listening to the stories told by Locke more than Sir Will. He imagined that he was going through all the things as Locke. The dangers made him unable to extricate himself. Solon knew a little about the fireballs, ice cones, and other supernatural attacks that Locke mentioned. However, he was not qualified to come into contact with these things. He could only figure them out when he took over the title. Therefore, he paid more attention to the knight who was mentioned by Locke. He also cultivated Battle Aura and knew very well that in order to kill more than ten people with a single slash, he would at least have the strength of an intermediate knight attendant. He was still only an entry-level knight attendant until now, but he had started cultivating his family-inherited technique Battle Aura since he was nine years old. "Were those powerful people able to sweep through everything?" Solon asked. Locke shook his head. "I have only seen a powerful person of that level once. I don't know if others can sweep through everything, but the knight was immediately drowned by the surrounding soldiers after knocking over a small team. After triggering a three-foot-tall blood flower, there was no movement." Solon obviously couldn't accept this fact. Intermediate level knight attendant was at least a Great Captain in the armies of the two countries. How could such a strong person die so easily? He was just killed easily, similar to the general ordianry people.