Chess Mage of Faerûn

Chapter 363 Emblems
After a moment of contemplation and silence, Master Zhang finally uttered a classic reply: "We'll see~"

This?
What does "see" mean?
Edmond, who had come full circle and returned to the starting point, was somewhat unwilling and was about to say something when the mage waved his hand to shut him up.

"Let's not talk about buttocks today, let's talk about investiture, one thing at a time."

It's about my butt...

Edmont was taken aback for a moment, then realized what was happening, and was immediately at a loss for words.

To portray taking sides as a matter of self-interest is truly absurd...

That's so damn apt!
The lord's lips twitched involuntarily. He was also impressed by the other party's strange and absurd theories. Knowing that this matter should be discussed to a certain extent, further discussion would be pointless and would only cause resentment. So he said no more.

Zhang Yuan sat at the head of the table, glancing around and taking in the excited and hopeful expressions on his teammates' faces.

Seeing everyone excitedly whispering to each other, almost ready to celebrate, the monk took a sip of tea and slammed the cup on the table!
With a loud slap, everyone looked over.

"Stop chattering. Let's sit down together and have a good talk about how to allocate the five conferment slots this time."

"Boss, I've been with you since the team was first formed. I've worked hard even if I haven't made any great contributions!"

"Boss, I've risked my life and shed my blood for Canaan, this spot..."

"And me too, I also contributed to the team's finances and logistics!"

The excited team members all started talking, especially the dwarf and the old pervert, who were making a lot of noise.

"Ahem!" Zhang Yuanqing coughed, and after the room quieted down, he said leisurely:

"Our team only has this many people, so there are enough spots. There's no need to rush."

“Nancy’s spot is reserved, needless to say. Talinda has also spoken to me about it. As a descendant of the Moonfall family, the title of human doesn’t mean much to her. Besides, Rick and Morty, there’s no need for you two to distinguish between each other, so…”

The monk's voice suddenly became serious and clear:

"I have made the following decision: the Knights title will be allocated to five players: Münster, Bard, Kegan, Lawrence, and Morty."

"Any objections?"

After a brief silence, a sudden burst of cheers nearly knocked the building over.

Praises, compliments, and flattery filled the air, making even the thick-skinned Master Zhang blush. However, not wanting to spoil his teammates' fun, he ultimately shouldered the burden.

In the midst of the lively conversation, Edmont stood up and laughed:
"Becoming a knight from a commoner is a big deal. How can it be done so hastily? Why don't I organize a small investiture ceremony? It won't be too much trouble either way."

Thinking about it, it makes sense. Although Zhang Yuan himself wasn't particularly fond of formalities, people always need some sense of ritual in life, especially on such a big day for his teammates.

Edmont was quite capable; he used almost everything he needed on the spot, piecing together most of the materials from the Canaan team's storage facility, and then instructing a few team members to purchase the remaining parts, managing to build a simple yet elegant and stylish site.

With a clang, Lord Zhang drew his sword, mimicking the movement, and gently placed the blade on Münster's shoulder, tapping him lightly with the spine of the sword before solemnly speaking:
"In the name of Baron Neverwinter, Lord of the Northwest High Cliffs, I hereby appoint the man before me as a Pioneer Knight. This is both to commend your meritorious service in fighting together and to encourage your continued cooperation in the future."

This eloquent use of language was naturally taught to him by Edmont, as was the ceremonial longsword in Master Zhang's hand.

Zhang Yuan, initially too lazy to bother, planned to simply use his own sword, Akalena, as a substitute. The sword was drawn, its cold gleam gleaming, its sharpness unstoppable!
Seeing the murder weapon about to be placed next to his neck, the others were fine, but Lawrence's face turned pale.

Fortunately, Edmont intervened and offered up his ceremonial sword.

“Your sword is indeed excellent, but who uses such a divine weapon to bestow a title? I’m worried that if you place this sword flat on someone’s shoulder, it will dislocate their arm.”

And so it went, and everything went smoothly; the five pioneering knights were born.

The reason they were called pioneer knights is simple: these five lucky individuals were not granted fiefs or knightly estates commensurate with their status.

So far, the territory of a certain newly appointed commoner baron can hardly be described as desolate and dilapidated; it is simply a godforsaken wasteland.

Aside from the roaming monsters and desolate ruins, all that remains are vast stretches of pristine, sparsely populated land and hills.

Under these circumstances, Lord Zhang, who couldn't even afford a house, let alone a Knight's Manor, had no choice but to come up with this expedient solution.

Of course, the five of them weren't completely destitute. At least for now, they still had an IOU from their boss and their own hardworking hands, right?

Putting everything else aside, once the territory is established, building a few houses and gardens shouldn't be a problem.

"Congratulations everyone. Oh, and you and your knights can design your own family crests and flags as soon as possible, so I can register you."

"Thank you, I won't keep you waiting long."

After seeing Edmont off, Zhang Yuan turned to the still-joyful group of clowns and said:

"Don't be so happy yet. Tell me about your respective emblem designs. What are your thoughts on them?"

Heraldry is a discipline, and although it doesn't have much practical use beyond some style and symbolism, it is still a discipline.

Most heraldic coats of arms feature animals, monsters, or weapons as the main elements, combined with colors, lines, graphics, vines, and flowers to create a complete emblem.

The selection and depiction of various patterns and even details are carefully considered, and there are even differences depending on the region.

These roughnecks had no idea about any of this. They looked at each other blankly, then started clamoring to use their own weapons or troll heads as the subject.

Master Zhang, who reads a lot of books and even dabbles in heraldry, also has something to say.

"How about this: the five of you each take the form of a dragon, a winged horse, a swan, a saint, and a phoenix as the main motif, with olive branches forming the border and the sacred flame as the embellishment? What do you think?"

If you didn't know he was a scholar, his ideas and concepts would be far superior to those of a few brutes.

However, Lawrence and Nancy, being somewhat worldly-wise, offered a tactful dissuasion:
"Boss, your proposal is indeed tasteful, but the design still needs discussion..."

“Chanem, think about it. So many lords and nobles use only ordinary beasts or weapons and holy emblems. But you, you want to surpass them even with a knight’s badge. Isn’t that too ostentatious?”

As the saying goes, "one should readily accept good advice," and the monk did not insist on his own views. After several discussions, they jointly finalized a design plan.

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