Chapter 1247: The Heart of A Knight

It took Manfeld a while to regain his consciousness.

His vision blurred, and he felt a searing pain through his cheeks. It was pretty hard for him to open his eyes.

d.a.m.n it. That brute had broken the unwritten rule that n.o.bles should not hit each other in the face.

He struggled to sit up, slowly shuffled toward the two frightened ladies and ungagged them. "Don't be afraid. I'll release you just in a moment."

The two ladies were too scared to speak, so they simply nodded.

Manfeld untied them after taking a long rest and said, "There you go. You're free now. Don't get caught by that person again..."

Manfeld believed that Mick Kinley would not have such a chance. Once everyone got on the s.h.i.+p, he would be under the watch of all the refugees. He did not think Mick would risk himself with so many people around him.

The women set free avoided him gingerly and immediately left the room at a trot. Their footsteps finally died away.

They did not say anything to Manfeld, not even a "thank you".

Manfeld leaned against the wall and heaved a deep sigh. Somehow, he thought of what White had told him.

"Young man, don't always try to be nice, especially nowadays... Otherwise, people will take advange of you."

He shook his head and put these thoughts behind.

He was used to that.

He only hoped that he could return to his cabin before the s.h.i.+p set off so that at least, he could still have a bed.

Suddenly, Manfeld heard patterings of footsteps again, as the floor beneath him started to squeak.

What the h.e.l.l? He wished it was not Mick Kinley coming back again.

The footsteps stopped abruptly at the door, and he saw a sliver of a woman looking out at him from behind the door.

Momentarily stunned, Manfeld recognized that the woman was one of the ladies he had helped set free.

After the door was pushed open, Manfeld found both two ladies were there. The one behind was carrying an extremely heavy wooden bucket that almost cost all her strength.

She placed the bucket in front of Manfeld. At that moment, Manfeld noticed that the bucket was full of water.

"You... "

One of the ladies took out a handkerchief and dipped it into the water before she came up to wipe the blood off Manfeld's face. The other kept apologizing, "S-sorry, it was all our fault. We were too scared to speak, because, because you said... you're also a n.o.ble."

Manfeld burst into a laugh.

Even though he was so sore, he could not help it.

"Er, what's the matter?"

"Didn't I tell you?" Manfeld interrupted the lady. "The moment you boarded this s.h.i.+p, n.o.bles and slaves became equal, because the King of Graycastle not only abolished slavery but also took away n.o.bles' power. In other words, we're the same."

Manfeld actually knew that there was no knight in Graycastle, as merchants from all parts of the world had spread the news throughout the Kingdom of Wolfheart. Most n.o.bles believed that King Roland's behavior was outrageous, but he was very interested in Wimbledon.

After his family's fortunes declined, Manfeld had been always thinking about one particular question, that was, what was a knight?

He had never thought about this question when his father had been still alive, as he had believed that he would eventually inherit his father's t.i.tle. However, when his family gradually lost their domains to other n.o.bles, Manfeld found that things slowly get out of his control. The new lord did not acklowledge him, and those who were not qualified to manage the land became the ruler. He literally had nothing but a prominent surname.

According to the ancient books he had read, his ancestors who had established on this land had selected the most outstanding person as their king. The king then granted t.i.tles to those possessed of exceptional gallantry and valor and asked them to help him protect the land and his subjects. This was the origin of the n.o.bility. A knight, as the n.o.ble of the lowest rank, should have compa.s.sion and sympathy for civilians. They should be men of honor and help their territories prosper.

Because knight possessed qualities that normal people did not, they were n.o.ble.

This was also what kind of person Manfeld wanted to be.

However, he did not see any difference between a knight and civilian after a knight lost his land. What was n.o.bility then? A spirit or a deed?

Lords were replaced constantly as the fierce compet.i.tion between n.o.bles continued. A limp could be a knight, and a fool could be a knight as well, as long as they had land in their hands. This reality made Manfeld start to question the true nature of knightage.

Although misfortune had weighed upon him, Manfeld had never abandoned his dream.

He had been thinking about traveling to Graycastle for a long time, but he could not afford the trip. Nevertheless, the evacuation of local towns and cities in the Kingdom of Wolfheart provided him with a good opportunity to visit Graycastle.

Manfeld wanted to know whether he could still be a true knight in a country without a n.o.ble.

After hearing that "we're the same", the two women were profoundly relieved. "Really?"

"All the n.o.bles have received the news. They view Wimbledon as the demon from h.e.l.l," Manfeld said as he summoned a bitter smile. "But now, we probably have to seek this horrible demon for help."

The woman who was wiping Manfeld's face asked after a moment of silence, "Why did you help us? Aren't you worried that the n.o.ble..."

"He won't kill me because I already reminded him, "Manfeld replied while shaking his head. "I don't know what the second screening will look like, but I've heard that a witch will be there to detect lies. Even if he doesn't think abusing you is a crime, he knows he can't kill a n.o.ble."

Manfeld took a breath and then went on, "By the way, I'm Manfeld Castein. What about you?"

This was the fourth time he had reported his name today.

"I'm Thylane," one of the ladies said in a low voice. "She's Momo." Then she paused for a second and said resolutely, "That n.o.ble was right. We were sold to � "

"I told you that everything changed the moment you got on this s.h.i.+p. Please don't say that again," Manfeld said while waving his hand. "Like my coachman said, whatever life you used to live, the new life ahead of us will be completely different. I decided to leave the Kingdom of Wolfheart for a foreign country because of the potential change. Aren't you the same?"

There was a long whistle.

It was deep and low.

The s.h.i.+p was about to set off.

"Let's go back. I don't want anyone to take my bed," Manfeld said as he rose with some difficulties. He still felt sore, but he managed to walk. "I don't want to sleep in this storage room all the way there."

The two ladies exchanged looks. After a moment of hesitation, Thylane produced a white pill from her pocket and handed it to Manfeld.

"This is..."

"A painkiller," Thylane said. "If you can't bear the pain, lick it or take a small piece of it. But make sure that you don't take too much, as it only delays the pain. It can't stop it."

Manfeld took the pill in confusion. What an amazing pill this was? It could only delay instead of stopping pain?

Thylane and Momo did not give further explanation. They carried the bucket and withdrew from the storage room

This time, the two ladies stopped at the doorstep and swept a low bow at Manfeld. "Thank you, Mr. Castein."

Manfeld heaved a deep sigh.

It seemed that not everyone took advantage of others.

This was enough for him.

He studied the pill in his hand for quite a while before he licked it.

It was sweet.

Perhaps, the pill was made of flour, mixed with a little bit of honey.

Manfeld gathered that they had probably stolen the pill from the n.o.ble who had bought them.

Just at that moment, something incredible happened.

In an instant, his pain was gone as if he had never been beaten before.