Nomenclature of Night - Chapter 867 short life and long life

  The Black Knights are a little different from what Qingchen imagined.

   He originally thought that the power of the four dukes under the Roosevelt family was completely under the kingdom. The royal family points east, they dare not fight west.

   As a result, the Black Knights in the City of Silver seem to be a little different. The royal family ordered you to go to war, but you said you lost your way?

   Is it okay if you get lost?

  Qingchen silently observed Marquis Bolton, the key is that Bolton didn't feel anything!

   The black knight greeted everyone on board with a smile, and Bolton whispered from the side: "It's normal that you don't know about the bottom. In fact, the status of the City of Silver is relatively special..."

   "What do you mean?" Qing Chen wondered, "Are they so powerful that even the royal family can't move them?"

   "That's not true," Bolton thought for a while and explained: "In the entire kingdom, only the 11 Marquis of Silver City are hereditary."

  Qingchen wondered: "It's not hereditary. I've seen some rumors about the City of Silver. Each generation of their heirs has nothing to do with the previous generation, right? It's not a father-to-son inheritance."

Bolton explained: "It's normal that you don't know about this. The royal family does not allow rumors: the Black Knights have their own method of selecting heirs. Once a marquis dies, a new black knight will take their place. These people do not need For meritorious deeds, all you need is the appointment and dismissal of Duke Silver, and the royal family will help them make up the formalities."

   Qingchen and He Jinqiu were both shocked.

   A duke can appoint or remove a marquis on his own? Isn't this the power of kings?

  Burton continued: "These people don't even have names. The one in front is the eleventh knight. People who are close to him usually call him the old eleven."

  Qingchen suddenly asked, "Does the black knight live long?"

  Knights have a very long life. As long as they don’t die, it’s absolutely fine to live 251 years old.

   Therefore, if you ask about the lifespan of the black knight, you probably know whether this group of people is a knight inheritance.

Bolton lowered his voice and said, "Don't mention lifespan, members of the Black Knights are generally short-lived, most of them die before the age of 40, and the longest seems to be only 52. ​​Some people say that it is because they use potions too much, and some People say it's their destiny."

   Qingchen was stunned for a moment, such a short life should not be the inheritance of knights, the difference is too big!

  How can a knight have such a short life.

   But at this moment, the black knight Eleven in front turned around and smiled: "We don't have to be so shy about our lifespan, we don't care about it. But it is precisely because our lifespan is relatively short that we especially respect the happiness in life."

Speaking of this, I saw an oven in the command room of the airship, and two beautiful female soldiers stood in front of the oven and turned the steak. The fat of the tender beef shoulder dripped onto the charcoal fire and sparked. , It seems particularly tempting, this is not here to fight, it is clearly for vacation!

  Old Eleven smiled and said, "The steak still needs to be grilled on a charcoal fire to be delicious. By the way, how mature should the price be? I suggest 30%."

  Burton: "I want to be five mature."

  Qingchen looked at the old Eleven in front of him, the other party's hearing must have been enhanced, otherwise Bolton spoke so quietly just now, the other party should not be able to hear it.

   This old eleven looks about thirty-one or two years old. If most of the black knights don't live to the age of 40, then the other party's life is about to come to an end.

  Qingchen remembered that when the four major guilds surrounded him at the entrance of the dungeon of the No. 8 multi-dimensional world, the Silver Guild did not go, it is said that he went to pick up girls.

   It's no wonder that if life is destined to be so short, what's the use of saving those fame and fortune?

   Qingchen was a little puzzled: "Why does the royal family condone the City of Silver so much?"

  Old Eleven smiled: "Secret."

To be honest, Qingchen is a little bit puzzled. After all, the strength of the organization under the auspices of the royal family is not so fierce that it is invincible in the world, and it does not work. power. Far from the original!

   During the conversation, a Yagao boy in the ship warehouse walked into the command room: "Master, when will dinner be served?"

  Old Eleven smiled and said to Bolton, "Introduction, this is my apprentice, currently code-named twenty-nine, maybe one day he will take over my title."

  Qingchen secretly confessed that it turned out that the Black Knights were also the master and the apprentice, and the apprentice took over the title.

   This thing looks more and more like a knight's organization, except for the lifespan, it looks like everything!

   Twenty-nine, with beautiful eyebrows, saw that there were outsiders, and hurriedly said hello: "Hello everyone...Isn't this Marquis of Bolton, why did you come to our airship?"

  Old Eleven said with a smile: "Marquis Bolton's home is gone, and he has become a bare commander, so he came to us to stay for a while."

  Burton: "I'm stuck."

   At this time, Eleven said, "There is something wrong with Duke Storm."

   "Where is the problem?" Qing Chen asked.

"Too fast," Old Eleven said with a smile: "The reaction is too fast. As far as I know, a fortune teller heard the giant's conversation on the battlefield, saying that the Giant Dynasty had a deal with the Duke of Storms. But the royal family also I just sent two regiments to outpost No. 9, but Duke Storm didn't say a word of defense, and rebelled on the spot. Don't you think it's strange, at least clarify a few words with Your Majesty, or do more preparations, why not? It's like going to a fair, and the rebellion is violent."

Old Eleven continued: "I have met Duke of Storms several times. When I went to Storm City, I asked his daughter to drink in front of him, but he didn't respond at all. what about

  ? I think it's cheating, so let's not get close to the battlefield, just drink and eat steak on the airship, it's good! "

   Qingchen felt that the old eleven was right, the rebellion came too quickly this time.

   It has only been more than thirty hours since he alienated Duke Storm. This scene, as if it was rehearsed, everything happened in a hurry.

   Qingchen certainly had his guesses, but he was reluctant to tell these people.

   However, this old Eleven is really brave, and he even asked the daughter of the Duke of Storms to drink in person...

  Burton suddenly asked, "Have you made an appointment?"

   Qingchen and He Jinqiu silently turned their heads to look at Bolton. The brain circuit of this marquis is obviously not normal.

   is like your girlfriend saying to you: "I cried until 12 midnight listening to the song yesterday."

  You asked her: "What song did you listen to? Did you cry until exactly 12 o'clock?"

   These are not questions that normal people can ask.

   At this time, the old eleven asked curiously: "Marquis Bolton, when you were at the No. 9 outpost, how did you find out that a giant was attacking in advance, and then adjusted the position of the airship in advance?"

  Marquis of Bolton said: "If it is not found, it is a normal adjustment."

  Marquis of Bolton said: "If it is not found, it is a normal adjustment."

"I don't believe it, how can there be such a coincidence," the old eleven laughed happily: "It must be the Marquis of Bolton who is wise and martial, and made a judgment in advance, I am curious about what details you judged from, you give me As soon as he said this, Marquis Bolton glanced at Qingchen subconsciously.

  Old Eleven was extremely alert, he also glanced at Qingchen subconsciously, and then his pupils shrank, as if he had noticed something.

   It turns out that this Marquis of Bolton is really a scumbag, and there are other experts behind him.

   While thinking about it, 'Twenty-Nine' walked into the command room again and said to the old Eleven: "Master, it's time to drink the medicine."

  Old Eleven smiled and said to everyone, "Excuse me for a moment."

  This chapter only has more than 2200 words. I originally wrote more than that, but today's plot is more important, so I will revise it at night and post the remaining 10,000 words at 12 o'clock.

In addition, updating 4D words every day has always been the standard of 'explosive' for me. Maybe someone can write more than 20,000 words a day without getting tired, but I'm basically at the limit of more than 10,000 words a day. I don't do anything except eat and sleep. I only write more than 10,000 a day, and if the state is particularly good, there may be 12,300.

   So what I'm talking about is 10,000 words a day, those who are looking forward to 15,000, 20,000 words a day or more, I really can't do it...

   scold me again for this, I don’t think it’s necessary...