OBS Chapter 116 Remediation and Training
Chapter 116 Remediation and Training
"It's really troublesome."
After reading the letter from Count Milo, John went from being incredulous to being helpless. He never expected that his way of making money would become evidence used by those officials to refute him.
The key point is that the king actually believed it a little bit? John was very surprised about this, because according to the original book and his communication with the king, the king was a relatively open-minded king. How could he believe everything he heard? It's not like he was plotting to steal your daughter. However, his daughter hasn't been born yet, so it's probably not like in the original book.
However, even if John complained about the king hundreds of times, it was too late. What he had to do now was to make the king believe him and shut up those opposition ministers.
Thinking of this, John carefully read the letter that Count Milo sent to him. The reasons why these idle ministers who were looking for trouble every day were looking for trouble for him were nothing more than these two: buying cultists and slave trading.
At this time John was in a rather difficult situation. Either he had to give up these two items and cut off ties with the French King's Office, or he had to continue doing this.
However, after careful consideration, John realized that if he chose the first option, the king would definitely notice it. Such a sudden big change would make the king firmly believe that he had something to hide. Coupled with the ministers' going along with the crowd, even if it was fake, it would become true.
"It seems that I can only proceed according to the original plan for now, and then think of countermeasures." John thought to himself, and threw Count Milo's letter into the fire.
"Someone come!" John shouted.
Immediately, a servant came in from outside the door, bowed and asked:
"My lord, what do you want?"
"Have someone prepare the carriage. I'm going to the fortress barracks." John instructed.
Inside the fortress, Anderson was leading his horse to the stable to prepare hay for the horse.
Although the King gave enough money, it was still a troublesome thing for John to gather 5000 war horses in a short time, so he asked the new soldiers to bring their own horses. In addition to saving money, it also allowed the new soldiers and horses to work better together. Anderson bought the horse from a horse breeder in a village outside the fortress for 12 gold coins and 25 silver coins. It was a well-trained war horse with various equipment. It must be said that since the new soldiers were able to go out, the pockets of the nearby villagers have gradually swelled.
"You better behave yourself here and stop kicking the wall behind the stable."
After pouring the hay into the trough in the stable, Anderson gave the horses a few instructions and turned to head towards the dormitory.
At the dormitory door, Anderson saw Savile and several recruits playing dice. Although gambling was not allowed in the military camp, dice and card playing without profit were allowed, otherwise the recruits would get into trouble out of boredom.
"open!"
"Big! I win again!"
"What's going on? Why did Savile win again?"
"I can't help it, I just have good luck today."
Xavier happily put the dice into the wooden tube, shook it vigorously, and finally dropped it to the ground with a bang.
"big big big!"
Xavier slowly opened the wooden barrel with an excited tone, and sure enough, the three dice underneath the barrel were four, five, and six.
"It's big again, hahaha! My luck is so good today!"
After Xavier laughed, he boasted to his companions about his luck in being favored by the God of Light. When he saw Anderson rushing over, he said happily:
"Hey, Anderson, do you want to play a hand? I'm really lucky today."
"No, I just finished my horse riding class, I have to go back and rest."
Anderson waved his hand to refuse and walked towards the dormitory. He had been riding a horse for more than an hour and almost broke his butt. Now it hurts to walk.
"Woooooo~~"
However, at this moment, the assembly call sounded, and all the recruits hurriedly ran towards the playground.
"Fuck you." Anderson, who had just arrived at the dormitory door, cursed loudly and ran towards the playground regardless of the pain.
On the high platform in the playground, John looked at the new recruits in front of him and said through a megaphone:
"Everyone, after almost a year of training, you have gone from being useless people who just eat and wait to die at home to becoming real warriors."
"However, if you want to become a true knight, you have not done enough. A true knight must go through the test of war and demonstrate his bravery, wisdom, and perseverance."
"However, there is no suitable war for you to fight at the moment. In order to train you and make you a knight, I have decided to hold a simulated war migration in the last two weeks of this year. At that time, you will fight against a real army. I hope you are well prepared. The meeting is adjourned."
After John finished speaking, he left the barracks amid the shocked and puzzled gazes of all the recruits.
As soon as John walked out of the barracks and the city gates were closed, a heated discussion broke out on the playground.
"What do you mean, we are going to the battlefield?"
"No, it's a simulated war, probably similar to the war games we played when we were kids."
"Oh, that's great. I like playing this."
"It's not what you think. What should we do if we fail this assessment and are eliminated?"
"What can we do? We have horses. When the time comes, we can just take enough supplies and go into the woods."
Anderson listened to the discussions of the recruits around him, but he didn't think much about it and walked straight to the dormitory. But Savile caught up with him and said:
"Anderson, do you want to form a team together during the war simulation? Our centurion has already formed a team with other centurions. I will be the centurion, and I guess your dormitory will also nominate you to be the centurion. Then our two centurions will take care of each other."
"Will we be surrounded by the army if so many people move together? I think it would be better for a small group to go," Anderson suggested.
"Hey, we have a force of 5000 people. How many people can Earl John send out? With these people, they would have gone to fight the Yoda people long ago. I estimate that at most there are more than 5000 people. After all, the current size of the White Wolf Knights is only this large."
While the two of them were talking, some recruits conveyed their situations to their families through various channels, hoping that their families could help them. While showing their fatherly love, the fathers of those recruits also showed off their financial resources to John.
Looking at the pile of letters and checks in front of him, John sighed:
"As expected, it's easier to get things done with the children of a noble family. But it seems that I am also a new noble family at the moment."
"Then, sir, do these people who gave money need our care?" said the centurion of the White Wolf Knights who was in charge of training them.
"No, no, no. After all, this is just an assessment. We're not really asking them to go out and fight with the Yoda people. Just do what you have to do."
"But since these parents have spent so much money to support me, I must do something to respond to them and not let them feel that the money was wasted. Tell Stephen to prepare the cannons and keep the northern Franche-Comté military camp on standby. We will need their cooperation when the time comes."