In Sir Jose Lipton's study, before the dinner was over, the butler had already lit the oil lamp, cleaned the environment, and prepared the necessary tea; at the same time, he opened the study windows for ventilation.

It was November, and the weather was quite cold at this time of year. The study was closed all day long, and the air was not circulating, so the whole study was filled with a faint musty smell.

Of course, it wouldn't be turned on for too long. After the musty smell had mostly dissipated, the housekeeper would close the windows and light the heater, making the study warm again.

The study of Sir Lipton's family is quite large, but the collection of books is not large. The two large bookshelves are not full, and there are less than a hundred books in total.

In fact, the small number of books is also one of the reasons why there is a musty smell in the study. Because there are few books, naturally fewer people come to read them.

But this also reflects that this small noble family with a history of 200 years does not have a very strong foundation.

Several oil lamps were lit at the same time, and the originally faint light intertwined with each other, instantly dispelling the darkness and illuminating the entire study.

The chair with a reclining back made of precious mid-level monster fur and valuable high-quality wood is the most valuable item in the entire study.

At this time, Sir Jose Lipton was sitting upright on the chair, his back straight and meticulous.

Sir Jose Lipton is an official knight who possesses the professional level of a brave knight. He has always maintained this sitting posture because he often trains in armor. He is an upright and loyal knight.

He wasn't a good father though.

Sir Jose was reading a book intently, but at the same time, he was also waiting for someone, his youngest son, Soren Lipton.

Sir Jose was undoubtedly a true and cultured aristocrat, which could be seen from his appearance and dress.

His face was fair and beardless, with sharp features, and his hair was combed neatly and smoothly. It was obvious at first glance that he was well-groomed.

The clothes I am wearing now are the formal dress I will wear for today's coming-of-age ceremony. It is a black jacket and pants with a white shirt underneath.

The dress was trimmed perfectly straight, without a single wrinkle or stain even after a busy day.

He sits upright, without any sign of hunching over or slouching, giving people the immediate impression of being a man of integrity.

As he sat there, he gave people the impression of being meticulous, serious, and dignified, as if he could hold up the sky even if it fell.

Obviously, he did not relax his requirements on himself just because this was an insignificant conversation to him.

Similarly, Sir Jose also liked reading, but the habit of reading at night was something he learned from his youngest son.

His attitude towards his youngest son was not disgust, but he just didn't pay much attention or concern to him because he had some grudges.

The arrival of a new life should have been a very happy thing, but it turned out to be the opposite.

The birth of this youngest son directly took away the life of his beloved, leaving him with only the pain of lovesickness and the pain of separation of yin and yang.

You know, in this society where marriage is the main means to link the interests of various aristocratic families, it is such a lucky thing to find an original partner who is in love with you and has a mutual understanding with you!

As for his current wife, Jenny Totova, the daughter of a wealthy businessman, deep down in his heart Jose only sees her as a substitute, a victim of a combination of interests.

After all, it is difficult for a family to function normally without a mistress.

And for some reason, from the first time he saw the child and the first time he made eye contact with him, Sir Jose had a very dislike feeling towards him.

He didn't know where this feeling came from, but he was sure that this was his own flesh and blood.

Although the relationships in the aristocratic circles of this world's upper class society are complicated, he believes that his wife will never betray him.

Now the youngest son has grown up.

Although Sir Jose had let it go and ignored it before, allowing it to grow.

But now, he felt that this was the child of himself and his beloved after all, so he wanted to take on a little responsibility and find a decent job with a decent income for him so that he could support himself.

This can be considered as a comfort to the spirit of his deceased wife in heaven.

Around ten o'clock in the evening, Soran packed his things, put on his dress, and went straight to his father's study and sat opposite him.

Although Soran has always loved reading, he has rarely been to this family's study, and he has not read most of the books in the collection.

The two looked at each other, but neither spoke.

Because both parties had grudges and hadn't seen each other for a long time, they didn't know where to start.

Although they live under the same roof, one side is a strange son and the other side is a strange father. They are not familiar with each other. It's really ironic!

There was a cool breeze outside the study, the shadows of the trees were rubbing against each other, and the cold wind was blowing the dry grass, and the rustling sound was echoing continuously.

The study was unusually quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop.

The two of them were in a stalemate for a long time, and finally Soran could no longer bear the situation and spoke first: "Father, is there anything I can teach you?"

The word "Father" sounded very awkward, as if it was forced out of the throat word by word.

Although his soul had traveled through time for more than ten years, Soran had actually only called out this "strange" name a few times.

Sir Jose was obviously stunned for a moment before he replied directly: "I found a job for you, the captain of the Connacht City Guard. With your ability, you can do it. What do you think?"

This time it was Soran's turn to be stunned. No, he was shocked.

Obviously, this was definitely beyond his expectations.

The military armed forces of ordinary cities in this world are generally composed of three parts: city guards, security teams, and militia.

Take the city of Connacht as an example.

Among them, the City Guard is a regular army, directly under the command of Count Lopez, the lord of Connacht City. It is also led by a trusted retainer sent by Count Lopez. Its main duties are to guard the city gates and walls, suppress mob rebellions, crack down on bandits, patrol the territory, and maintain the overall order and stability of the entire Connacht City. The regular number of people is about 300.

The security team is directly under the jurisdiction of the City Lord's Mansion and recruited by the City Lord's Mansion. Its main duties are to guard the City Lord's Mansion, maintain public order in the city, crack down on hooligans and thieves, guard prisons, pursue fugitives, etc. Its standing number of people usually depends on the size of the city. For example, the standing number of the security team in Conant City is about 150.

The last militia is the peasants who are temporarily recruited and organized during wartime, that is, they serve as soldiers during wartime and as civilians during peacetime. However, their recruitment requires the Count Lopez to issue a recruitment order; if necessary, the city lord, the city guard and the city chief justice can also vote to make a recruitment decision.

Of course, even if a militia is recruited, its jurisdiction lies with the city guards, not the city lord. The city lord only has the power to mobilize, supervise and assist in management.

The normal operation of the city is generally managed jointly by the city lord, city guards, and city chief justice. The three parties are not subordinate to each other, but they are interconnected and assist each other.

Only when Count Lopez declares the territory to be in a state of war can the city lord take sole power.

In theory, the city guards of Connacht City are one of Count Lopez's private armies. With Soran's status as the son of the city lord, he would never be assigned to it unless it was needed in wartime.

Because it is easy to form a monopoly and subordinates to split up. (Note: subordinates, not vassals, there is a difference between the two)

This is something that no hereditary noble would allow to happen and would definitely stop and severely punish.

Now that Sir Jose has said it, it proves that he has done it. But the course of events is also conceivable, and he definitely paid a huge favor or price.

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