Derum looked at everyone's expressions, laughed heartily, and said, "That won't do, these are Monastic Knights, the type that can never marry. Senmut, if you dare become a Priest, your mom will definitely kill you."
Everyone burst into laughter, and the original tense and cowardly atmosphere gradually dissipated.
Derum shouted loudly, "If we're going to do it, let's become a real Knight like Lord Ulm, who can have his own fief and be no different from the Lord himself. By then, maybe even your father will have to bow and greet you."
Actually, the Knights of Transjordan and a Lord are different.
Ulm is the Patrol Officer and local Guard Officer appointed by Losa, he doesn't have ownership of the land, only management rights.
It's just that ordinary people aren't aware of the details.
Entering the spacious city hall.
Derum immediately saw Ulm sitting at the table, bent over sorting documents, wearing a soft hat with goose feathers.
"Lord Ulm!"
"Little Derum?"
