Chapter 65: Applying Medicine

Derrick has not let them go, or rather, the knights have not let the newcomers go.

The most direct way to integrate into the group is, of course, to rely on fists.

All the newcomers have experienced the treatment of Virut.

It is not afraid that no one will take care of you, but that you will not be able to persist.

After the crying and screaming training, it is clear who has stronger willpower.

For Derek, talent is secondary, and willpower is actually more important.

And this is not the end.

Soon, the new knight apprentices knew why there were no geniuses in the Augusta family.

Practice, everyone practiced to death.

Why are there so many soldiers, but only these people become knights?

When Derek selected people, in addition to loyalty, he looked at willpower.

It is enough to be able to survive and be a stupid fool who can only practice hard.

As long as you don't die from practice, practice to death.

Not only the new knight attendants need to practice, but also the formal knights, and Derek also practice.

Eating and living together, sharing joys and sorrows, Derek remembered the advanced experience of his previous life.

That night, Derek came to the bunk bed of the new servants with medicinal wine.

The simple knight's residence was full of the style of the Augusta family.

The rough wood even had wood chips that were not polished clean.

The thick bedding was made of linen.

Although the dinner was full of oil and water, the taste was hard to describe.

Those who knew that they were here to be knights' servants, but those who didn't know thought that they were here to do hard labor.

Which of these young masters of noble families has ever suffered this hardship?

No matter how hard the training was, the living conditions were not so difficult.

Many people regretted it and even thought about running away.

Even though they knew that getting close to Viscount Derek was the family's major plan, knowing and doing were two different things.

Virut collapsed on the bed, and he was so painful that he almost doubted his life.

The Northern Knight he pursued was actually more about the scenery of the Northern Knight. He never thought that the process would be so painful.

The training that he thought was hard in the past seemed to be nothing.

But it was still too painful, and he didn't have the extra energy to think too much.

Of course, if you say that you don't have any resentment in your heart, it must be a lie.

The image of Viscount Derek seemed to be shattered bit by bit.

"Virut, do you think Viscount Derek is deliberately torturing us?"

Someone came over and immediately attracted many servants who were full of resentment.

Virut glanced at him and didn't respond at all. The nobles were not all kind-hearted. Who knows if this guy was trying to get him to say something and then sell him out again.

"I think so. If it doesn't work, let's go. Can hard training really become a title knight? Then there wouldn't be so few title knights."

Some people were full of resentment. It is well known that talent determines the upper limit. They don't think their talent can become a title knight.

This sentence was like a spark, igniting a powder keg of dissatisfaction.

Everyone talked about it and complained about various unreasonable places.

Virut also began to wonder if he had come to the wrong place?

"The Viscount is here."

Suddenly, someone shouted, and the lively discussion immediately became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Complaining a few words does not necessarily mean that you really have the courage to go back.

The families behind each of them sent their children here, but it was not without any effort.

Being caught by Viscount Derek is not a pleasant thing.

Many people have been prepared. The Viscount will roar like a dragon as he did during the day.

However, what they waited for was the smiling Viscount Derek.

Derek knows very well when to be strict and when to be friendly.

What is the use of getting angry at this time, except venting emotions?

If you suppress it too much, it will have the opposite effect.

So he walked through the crowd cheerfully and excused the knights' servants: "It's okay, go on. When I was in the Knights, I also liked to complain about Count Pereira with everyone.

During training, I was strict with you for your life.

More sweat in training, less blood on the battlefield.

I hope to be strict now so that everyone can survive on the battlefield in the future.

But after the training, everyone is friends and comrades, there is no need to be so serious."

No matter whether everyone believes this or not, at least the atmosphere is not so tense.

Derrick walked through the crowd and pressed Virut, who had climbed up, back down.

"Lie down, you've suffered a lot today. If you don't deal with it, don't think about getting up tomorrow."

Virut was pressed on the bed with a confused face, still shouting: "Sir Viscount, I'm fine."

"Show off!"

Derrick slapped Virut on the shoulder, and the latter screamed in pain.

"Hahaha, I thought you were a tough guy who wouldn't feel any pain, but I didn't expect you couldn't stand a slap." Derek seemed to be mocking, and the latter blushed, and then he said seriously: "Don't take what you said during the day to heart. You are indeed talented, but you lack practice, but your will is strong enough. I believe in you.

Now lie down, don't move."

Virut was manipulated casually and lay on the bed.

Derek personally applied medicinal wine to him, and then massaged and rubbed him.

It tasted bad, but it was also a bit comfortable.

The other knights and servants looked at them blankly, and had never heard of such a thing.

Viscount Derek personally came to apply medicinal wine to the servants?

I don’t know why, but everyone’s heart felt like it was about to burst out.

Others were like this, and Virut was so moved that tears fell.

All the resentment and dissatisfaction disappeared with the warm words and the massage of Viscount Derek.

There was only one thought in his mind, that he would follow Viscount Derek for the rest of his life.

Who else could do this to him?

No one.

And the Viscount was right, sweat more in peacetime and bleed less in war.

It was to motivate me during the day.

Virut was choked and couldn’t speak.

Derek was not pretending. He finished massaging Virut seriously, and then pulled another servant who had persisted the longest during the day to continue the massage with medicinal wine.

The knights who came with him were not idle either. While massaging the servants, they taught them how to take care of their bodies and speed up recovery after training.

Isn’t the friendship between comrades established?

With both emotion and discipline, there is no stubborn person who cannot be influenced.

One night passed, and the next day, the knights' servants, who were full of soreness, began new training with high morale.

Derek took advantage of his leisure time to open the panel.

Add points!

Even the servants who had bad intentions at the beginning now appeared on the panel.

So, enemies... can also become friends.

When they return home from the knight training camp, can't they in turn influence the family behind them?

Derek laughed, you plot against me, I can also plot against you.

Let's see whether the temptation you give is stronger, or my emotional card is more powerful.