Night’s Nomenclature-Chapter 865: Short-lived and Long-lived

The Black Knights were somewhat different from what Qing Chen had imagined.

He originally thought that the four ducal forces honed by the Roosevelt family completely obeyed the kingdom. If the royal family pointed east, they wouldn't dare to go west.

It turned out that the Black Knights of Silver City seemed a bit different. The royal family ordered you to participate in the war, but you said you were lost?

Does it matter if you're lost?

Qing Chen silently observed Marquis Barton. The key was that Barton didn't think there was anything wrong!

The Black Knight welcomed everyone aboard with a smile, and Barton whispered aside, “It’s normal that you lower-level people don’t know, but Silver City's status is relatively special…”

“What do you mean?” Qing Chen asked suspiciously, “Are they very powerful, so powerful that even the royal family can’t touch them?”

“Not exactly,” Barton thought for a moment and explained, “In the entire kingdom, only the 11 marquises of Silver City are hereditary.”

Qing Chen was puzzled, “They aren't hereditary? I've read some rumors about Silver City. Their successors from each generation don't seem to have any blood relation to the previous generation? It's not a case of father passing it on to son.”

Barton explained, “It’s normal that you don’t know this. The royal family doesn’t allow it to be spread outside: The Black Knights have their own way of selecting heirs. Once a marquis dies, a new Black Knight will be replaced. These people don't need merit; they only need the Silver Duke’s appointment. The royal family will help them with the paperwork.”

Qing Chen and He Jinqiu were shocked.

A duke can actually appoint marquises on his own? Isn't that the power only the king has!

Barton continued, “These people also don’t have names. The one in front is the Eleventh Knight. People close to him usually call him Eleventh Knight.”

Qing Chen suddenly asked, “Do the Black Knights live long?”

Knights usually have particularly long lifespans. As long as they don't do anything reckless, living for 251 years is absolutely no problem.

So, by asking about the lifespan of the Black Knights, one can roughly know whether these people are Knight descendants.

Barton lowered his voice and said, “Don’t mention lifespan. The members of the Black Knights are generally short-lived. Most of them die before the age of 40. The longest-lived one seems to have only lived to 52. Some say it’s because they overuse magic potions, while others say it’s their destiny.”

Qing Chen was stunned. Such a short lifespan should mean they aren’t Knight descendants. The difference is too great!

Knights don't have such short lifespans.

However, at this moment, the Eleventh Knight in front turned around and smiled, “There's no need to avoid mentioning our lifespan; we don’t care ourselves. But it is precisely because our lifespan is relatively short that we cherish the happiness in life even more.”

Having said that, he saw a grill set up in the airship’s control room, and two beautiful female soldiers stood in front of the grill, flipping steaks. The oil from the tender beef shoulder dripped onto the charcoal fire, sparking, looking extremely tempting. This wasn't coming to fight a war; it was clearly coming for a vacation!

The Eleventh Knight smiled, “Steaks taste better when grilled over charcoal. By the way, how well-done do you want them? I suggest three-point.”

Barton: “I want five-point.”

Qing Chen looked at the Eleventh Knight in front of him. The other party's hearing must have also been enhanced, otherwise, Barton shouldn't have been able to hear him speaking so softly.

This Eleventh Knight looked to be about 32 years old. If most of the Black Knights don't live past 40, then his life is nearing its end.

Qing Chen recalled that when the four major guilds surrounded him at the entrance of the 8th Multiverse World instance, the Silver Guild didn’t go. It was said that they went womanizing.

No wonder. If life is destined to be so short, what’s the use of accumulating fame and fortune?

Qing Chen was a little puzzled, “Why is the royal family so tolerant of Silver City?”

The Eleventh Knight smiled, “Secret.”

To be honest, Qing Chen was a little confused. After all, it's an organization controlled by the royal family, whose strength isn't overwhelmingly powerful, and they shirk their duties. Why doesn’t the royal family hold them accountable and even grant the Silver Duke the power to appoint marquises? It's unbelievable!

As they spoke, a young man walked into the control room, “Master, when is dinner?”

The Eleventh Knight smiled and said to Barton, “Let me introduce you. This is my apprentice, currently codenamed Twenty-nine. He might take over my title someday.”

Qing Chen thought to himself, so the Black Knights also have a master-apprentice relationship, with the apprentice inheriting the title.

This thing looks more and more like a Knight Order, except for the lifespan, everything else is similar!

The clear-eyed Twenty-nine, seeing outsiders, quickly greeted them, “Hello everyone… isn’t this Marquis Barton? How did you get on our airship?”

The Eleventh Knight laughed, “Marquis Barton’s home is gone. He’s become a commander without troops, so he’s staying with us for a while.”

Barton: “It’s heartbreaking.”

At this time, the Eleventh Knight said, “This Storm Duke has a problem.”

“What’s wrong?” Qing Chen asked.

“Too fast,” the Eleventh Knight said with a smile, “His reaction is too fast. As far as I know, a Fate Weaver heard the giants talking on the battlefield, saying that the Giant Dynasty and the Storm Duke had a deal. But the royal family only sent two regiments to outpost 9, and the Storm Duke didn’t say a word of explanation, immediately rebelling. Don’t you think it’s strange? He should at least clarify things with His Majesty or make more preparations. Why did he rebel so hastily, like he was rushing to a market, making such a huge fuss?”

The Eleventh Knight continued, “I’ve met the Storm Duke several times. When I went to Storm City, I openly invited his daughter to drink in front of him, and he didn’t react at all. He’s very patient. Why is he so impatient this time? I think there’s something fishy, so let’s not get close to the battlefield. Let’s just drink and eat steaks on the airship. It’s great!”

Qing Chen thought the Eleventh Knight was right. This rebellion did come too quickly.

It had only been over 30 hours since he sowed discord between the Storm Duke and the royal family. This scene was like it was rehearsed; everything went smoothly.

Qing Chen had his own guesses, but he didn’t want to tell these people.

However, this Eleventh Knight is really bold, actually openly inviting the Storm Duke’s daughter to drink...

Barton suddenly asked, “Did you succeed in your invitation?”

Qing Chen and He Jinqiu silently turned to look at Barton. This marquis's way of thinking is clearly not normal.

It's like your girlfriend tells you, “I cried listening to music until midnight last night.”

You ask her, “What song did you listen to? Did you cry exactly until 12 o'clock?”

These aren’t questions that normal people would ask.

At this moment, the Eleventh Knight curiously asked, “Marquis Barton, when you were at outpost 9, how did you discover the giants’ attack in advance and adjust the airship’s position?”

Marquis Barton said, “I didn’t discover anything; it was just a normal adjustment.”

Marquis Barton said, “I didn’t discover anything; it was just a normal adjustment.”

“I don’t believe it. There are no such coincidences,” the Eleventh Knight chuckled, “It must be Marquis Barton’s wisdom and martial prowess that allowed him to make the judgment in advance. I’m curious how you made the judgment. Tell me.” As soon as he said this, Marquis Barton subconsciously glanced at Qing Chen.

The Eleventh Knight was extremely quick-witted. He subconsciously glanced at Qing Chen as well, then his pupils constricted, as if he had already noticed something.

So this Marquis Barton is really a fool; there's someone else behind him.

While pondering, Twenty-nine walked into the control room again and said to the Eleventh Knight, “Master, it’s time for your medicine.”

The Eleventh Knight smiled at everyone and said, “Excuse me for a moment.”