Chapter 20 Knight Romon Romon Petukhov

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Leo told Little Mouse to inform Ulyan and then stood on the pier waiting for the fishing boat to approach.

Catching the mooring rope thrown from the fishing boat, Leo pulled the boat close to the pier and made it fast. Then he smiled at the people on the boat and said, "Welcome!"

The first person to get off the boat was a young knight. He had blond hair and blue eyes, was tall and slender, and his well-defined facial features clearly showed that he was a native of the Northern Region.

He was called a knight because he was wearing a well-tailored suit of thin plate armor.

This plate armor was not the heavy medieval knight plate armor in Leo's impression. Instead, it was made by inlaying large pieces of thin steel on the outside of a black hard leather armor. The shiny steel armor and the edges of the hard leather armor revealed a delicate soft leather lining.

The shiny black bear - skin shoulder guard fully protected his neck and shoulders. The cuffs of the fine cashmere fabric were embroidered with golden patterns.

On his back, he carried a broad-bladed knight sword that was full of the simple and heavy style of the Northern Region and could be used as a two-handed weapon. There was also a dagger strapped to his thigh.

Leo stared at the knight's equipment enviously. This set of armor and weapons was exquisitely made and incredibly light, not medieval at all. Instead, it had a bit of a sci-fi feel.

Leo, on the other hand, was wearing tattered armor sewn from variegated furs, making him look like a bandit from the barbaric era, the kind you'd find in a low - budget online drama.

Although it was also a bear - skin shoulder guard of the same material, the craftsmanship of his was like a cape sewn by a savage.

The thick leather knight boots inlaid with thin steel landed on the pier, making the wooden boards of the pier tremble. The young knight looked about, and when his eyes fell on the simple settlement camp, he couldn't help but frown.

The knight nodded at Leo, ignoring the other's rude gaze, and walked straight towards the approaching Ulyan.

"Although the water flow upstream of Isonpol is gentle, the river channel is full of reefs, which is not conducive to boating. Even larger cargo ships don't dare to come here. I could only find a few small fishing boats," the young knight said, showing great respect for Ulyan. After simply giving a nod as a salute, he began to explain.

"It doesn't matter. As long as the people are here, it's fine. I just set up camp here not long ago, and it's still very simple..."

"It doesn't matter. I'm not some noble either," the young knight immediately shook his head and laughed. "I slept in a tent plenty of times when I was with the boss."

"Hahaha, good lad, you're one of my soldiers!" Ulyan also laughed. The initial awkwardness disappeared without a trace. As he led the young knight towards the camp, he introduced him to the others.

"This is a knight of the Petukhov family, Romon Petukhov. He's a comrade in my army."

The Petukhov family is an established knight family in Isonpol. When Ulyan was a scout at the Western Watchtower, he was under the command of Knight Rigolav Petukhov, Romon's father.

Later, Ulyan was conscripted and became a small captain in the heavy infantry regiment of Wind God Fortress. Under his father's arrangement, Romon became Ulyan's subordinate.

Although the knight class in the Northern Region has the same inheritance rules as the titled nobility, the land under their names is not owned by their own families. Instead, it comes as a "gift" from the Northern Region count they serve. At the same time, they don't have a large ethnic group and army like the Northern Region count to guarantee their right of inheritance.

Knight lords can only rely on their own martial prowess to maintain their corresponding status. The relatively weak descendants of knights are often stripped of their status as knights by the count in the name of the god of war Tyr and replaced with more powerful warriors.

Of course, there is no clear statement about noble heredity in the laws of the Atlantis Empire. In theory, the Grand Duke of the Northern Realm can also depose the count in the same name. It's just that he first has to face the count's thousands of vassal troops and tens of thousands of conscripts, as well as dozens of the count's related families.

As an established fief knight family of the Frolov family, the Petukhov family has carefully guarded their family estate for hundreds of years. Each generation has several descendants joining the army to earn military merits and win the count's favor by demonstrating their bravery.

Now, the Petukhov family already owns four knight fiefs near Isonpol and is a prominent knight family in the local area.

"This is my daughter, Olivia." Ulyan pointed at Olivia beside him and said.

The young knight's gaze had long since fallen on Olivia. Contrasted with the surrounding villagers who were like beggars or savages, Olivia was like a newly blooming orchid, blooming in front of his eyes.

"Good day, my lady." Knight Romon stretched out his right hand, placed it on his chest, and bowed slightly.

Olivia nodded and bowed suddenly like a startled rabbit. After nodding twice, she felt it was inappropriate and hesitantly stretched out her right hand.

Knight Romon smiled slightly and didn't explain the other party's etiquette mistake. He immediately reached out and gently pinched Olivia's fingers, and brushed a kiss on the back of her hand.

Graceful, calm, and full of noble qualities.

Olivia retracted her fingers lightning-fast, blushed deeply, took a step back, and hid behind Leo.

"This is my nephew, Leo Mundo."

"Hello, Knight Romon!" Leo quickly shouted, fully expressing his enthusiasm.

"Yeah." Romon looked at Leo again, nodded, and replied.

A rude gaze, poor etiquette, and an uneducated lower-class civilian youth, can be ignored.

After walking around the settlement camp, they finally sat down in Ulyan's large tent. Knight Romon frowned and said, "Captain, is this your pioneer fief?"

"Yes. What do you think, Romon?" Ulyan stared at Romon with anticipation.

"It's not quite what I imagined. Captain, in your letter, you mentioned that nearly a thousand settlers would settle here, and the militiamen have also been well-trained and can completely resist the aliens and beasts here." Romon frowned and said, "But from what I can see, there seem to be some discrepancies..."

"That's true. After all, it's hard to leave one's homeland. Many people chose to stay in the Northern Region, and I can't force them."

Ulyan explained awkwardly, then immediately waved his hand and said, "But you can rest assured. As long as I establish a foothold, there will soon be a second and third batch of settlers moving into the settlement camp. By then, it will easily reach the scale of a thousand people!"

"In just a few years, the River Bend Pioneer Fief will become the largest pioneer knight fief in Isonpol. Your father's investment will yield tenfold or even a hundredfold returns!"

What he said was just pure bluff. If it weren't for the invasion of the Beast Race, who would be willing to pioneer in this dangerous wilderness? Even the displaced persons in Isonpol would shake their heads after hearing it.

"But my father won't sponsor the captain so easily just because of these words alone." Romon shook his head helplessly. He took the tea that Olivia brought over and found it hard to tear his eyes away from the other's charming face for a moment.

Two seconds later, under Olivia's shyly averted gaze, Romon came to his senses and immediately said, "Of course, I fully believe in the captain. This time I came here. Besides the traded grains and farming tools, there are also twenty steel swords sponsored by me personally. These are the savings I've scraped together over the past two years."

"Good boy! It wasn't in vain that I took care of you back then!"

Ulyan was extremely delighted. He clapped his hands and admonished, "You also have to put in a good word for me with your father. Tell him that I have a powerful army and everything is going smoothly, and I just lack a little money. It's no big deal for a son to tell a few little lies and act coquettishly towards his father..."

Romon looked a bit awkward and reluctantly agreed, "I will naturally say good things, but my father isn't that easy to deceive. He will always send someone to investigate."

"Isn't that why he sent you? That old geezer Rigolav only has you, his precious son. Who else would he trust if not you?"

Ulyan put his hand on Romon's shoulder. His old face was full of oily flattery. He looked at his daughter and said, "What do you think of my daughter? You two should get to know each other better!"

Looking over, when he saw Leo with a disdainful look beside his daughter, he immediately glared and shouted, "Stinky boy, what are you standing here stupidly for? Hurry up and unload the goods!"