After breakfast, kukas wore heavy armor. After wearing iron gloves and carrying an ox axe, he opened the door and saw the old housekeeper standing outside his room.

The old housekeeper, dressed in a black dress and holding a sheepskin roll in both hands, stood straight in front of the door and waited with his eyes closed.

"Kukas!" the old housekeeper heard the door ring, fiercely opened his eyes and stared at kukas\'s face.

"What do you want?" kukas was stunned. He didn\'t expect the old housekeeper to appear here. You know, he has participated in the war to suppress the mob three or five times. He has never seen the old housekeeper come to the door alone before.

"This is the master of the manor. The knight asked me to give it to you." the old housekeeper solemnly handed the scroll to kukas and motioned him to take it. "What is recorded here is the knight cultivation method handed down by the old knight\'s family. After you are successfully promoted to a knight, if you can\'t find a suitable cultivation method for yourself in a short time, you might as well practice this first."

"Remember, you can\'t open this scroll until you become a real knight," said the old housekeeper. Finally, his tone increased a lot.

"How could the knight give me such a precious thing?" kukas was a little stunned, and then reached for the scroll.

After touching the scroll, kukas felt only a trace of warmth passing from the scroll. He couldn\'t help looking down. He saw that the scroll was only one foot two inches long, about the thickness of the baby\'s arm. It painted some gorgeous lines and strange characters. Looking for a long time, it only made his eyes black, but he couldn\'t see clearly.

"Don\'t open this scroll until you become a knight." seeing kukas\'s dementia and strangeness, the old housekeeper quickly stretched out his hand to beat his armor.

The fingers collided with the armor and made a clear sound. Although his voice was not loud, he suddenly woke kukas up from his addiction and doubt.

"Although the knight doesn\'t teach you any more, he will come out and observe you privately every once in a while. The knight believes that you will become a knight after the baptism of blood this time. He has instructed me to prepare what is needed for the canonization of the knight. I believe the knight and I will definitely welcome you beyond your imagination." When the old housekeeper saw that kukas woke up, he changed his serious face and smiled: "among the eleven retinues, the knight values you most, and none of the others can surpass you."

"In that case, I will obey the order of the knight." kukas saved the scroll in the secret leather bag in the armor, and then politely asked the old housekeeper if he had anything else to order.

"Remember, this time I heard that there was a little situation in the governor, so the hanging of the mob is different from before. Therefore, the knight and I hope you can restrain your grumpy temper and don\'t cause trouble at will." said here, the smile on the old housekeeper\'s face slowly faded and turned to helplessness. "The knight is very old. He can\'t deal with some troubles at all, so I hope you can be careful and don\'t hurt the manor any more."

The old housekeeper\'s words made kukas look embarrassed. As the old housekeeper said, every time he went out to hang those mobs, he would have some conflicts with other knights and squires, which brought a lot of trouble to the manor. "This time I will definitely restrain my grumpy temper and won\'t let the knight down."

Remembering that the old knight had taken care of and tolerated himself, kukas nodded hard and made a guarantee. As the old housekeeper said, the old knight is too old. In the face of some troubles, whether in terms of force or in other aspects, he doesn\'t have much speaking status in the face of other knights or even nobles.

"Waiting for your return." the old housekeeper smiled when he saw kukas\'s promise. He weighed his toes and wanted to slap kukas on the shoulder. Unfortunately, he was too old. He was a little bent and couldn\'t stretch at all. More importantly, kukas was too tall. He was almost eight cubits tall. Even if the old housekeeper tried his best to stretch his arm, he could only let his fingertips touch kukas\'s shoulder guard.

"I\'ll come back as soon as possible." kukas nodded hard. He bent his knee a little and let the old housekeeper\'s palm beat him on the shoulder.

After completing this action, the old housekeeper nodded and turned away with a sigh. Kukas stood in situ for a long time before leaving the spacious room. In this cold season, he stepped on the war horse and went in front of the army gathering place.

Nothing happened on the road. After dozens of days\' journey, kukas saw not only the civilians who were not well dressed and the vagrants who spread everywhere, but also the scattered businessmen and other knights and squires he could meet occasionally.

The other knights and squires in the manor brought enough servants and soldiers, while kukas was only alone. Therefore, the retinue did not want to advance with kukas at all. They isolated kukas around them with disdainful eyes and strange tone.

"If the old housekeeper hadn\'t told me, I would have split your garbage with an axe." kukas spit hard and muttered disdainfully at the laughing team in front.

In fact, not long after he left the old knight\'s manor, he regretted his recklessness. Whenever he couldn\'t find a village to stay at night and had to spend the night in the wild, he missed those soldiers and guards with low combat effectiveness but very capable. "If they were there, there would be no need to spend the night in the bushes," kukas thought over and over again.

"Hey, boy, are you alone?" night came. Kukas had just sorted out the camp by the rough road. When he was digging the stove with a small shovel, a rapid sound of horse hoofs sounded behind him.

The sound of the horse\'s hoofs slowed down and stopped not far from dakucas. At this time, a young man sat on the horse with a sarcastic face and pointed kukas with a smile. "Why don\'t you give this camp to us and I\'ll let you join my team. You\'ll be killed by those refugees or mobs on the road."

"Are you kidding, son?" kukas took it up fiercely, waved his shovel almost three feet long and shouted, "this camp is mine. I will never give it to you. Get out of here."

Saying this, he waved his shovel harder. The shovel is a partnership made by the old fellow in the manor and his son. The whole body is made of tin iron, and according to Kukas\'s request, they cut the edge of the shovel, so that the shovel\'s sharpness is no less than those of the ordinary single axes.

"Did you talk to a knight with a hundred soldiers like this? Who gave you this right?" the young knight was in his twenties, with a white and tender face and even a thin layer of fluff on his lips. The man looks handsome, but he is very mean. "I am a great knight and squire. You damn mercenary, get out of this place. You are not qualified to be here."

"Are you talking about me, son?" kukas smelled the grimace on his face. He waved his shovel and stepped forward, intending to rush to the other party and cut his head in half, but just then, he remembered the words of the old housekeeper. "I suggest that when you talk in the future, you must carefully identify each other\'s identity, so as to avoid offending people you can\'t afford."

Kukas smiled grimly and threw the shovel at the knight\'s squire\'s horse. Frightened by the shovel that suddenly appeared in front of the horse\'s hoof, the war horse retreated and almost threw the young squire on its back.

"Ha ha! Still a knight\'s retinue? I didn\'t expect that your war horse was not as brave as those local dogs! Did you think you were slow to die when you rode this thing to the battlefield?" kukas, regardless of the soldiers who were on guard at that moment, stretched out his hand to guide the embarrassed Knight\'s retinue and laughed loudly.

"My Lord, my Lord is young now and hasn\'t walked outside. I hope you don\'t care." when the guard leader next to the knight\'s escort saw the armor under kukas\'s cloak and the shovel deep into the earth, he couldn\'t help clicking in his heart. When he saw a half foot long horn carved with exquisite patterns drilled out of kukas\'s waist, he couldn\'t help taking a breath.

A guard like him can be neither a professional nor a powerful force, but he will definitely have rich insight and the ability to see people.

The guard leader has been fooling around in the castu area for several years. He knows that the people who have horns and axes as weapons can\'t be provoked by them.

Because anyone who uses ox horn Tomahawk as a weapon is very powerful. He has seen many professionals, mercenaries and vagrant thugs, but he has not seen many people with ox horn tomahawks.

He remembered the soldier with ox horn Tomahawk he met a few years ago. The soldier waved an ox horn Tomahawk and chopped ten heavy armor soldiers trained by a viscount. Although the soldier was finally killed by a mage, he never forgot the bloody battle scene for years.

Ox horn Tomahawk is one of the most powerful tomahawks in the Latour Empire and the most powerful Tomahawk in the kastu region. It can be said that even the weakest one with ox horn Tomahawk in kastu area can not be resisted by their 100 teams without heavy defense equipment and professionals. After all, the 36 pound Tomahawk can\'t be waved by ordinary people or even ordinary professionals for a long time. Moreover, those who have this kind of Tomahawk are still known as the most powerful knights. Well, even if he\'s just a knight and squire now.