I became a mage and was recruited by the lord as his son-in-law

Rocky Cook is one of the few people in the Cook family who insists on knight training. His efforts stand out among those drunkards, but unfortunately he has poor talent. As a 24-year-old armed knight, he has the hope of breaking through to the Holy Blade Knight before he turns 40. The Cook family has not had a Holy Blade Knight for several generations, and the Earl's dignity has always been maintained by the Grand Duke of Rose.

This year, the Grand Duke approached them and signaled them to intercept the goods from the Razlan territory. Rocky knew that they had no way to refuse, and Lord Cook also knew it. The lord also encouraged the merchants to go to Razlan to spread rumors.

Loki had no objection to the lord's self-assertion. He was not welcome in the family and no one listened to him. Just like now, he proposed to ask for help from the Grand Duke of Rose, but unfortunately the family felt that they had 20,000 soldiers and the Stark family could not kill them all.

But they didn't need to kill all the soldiers, they just needed to kill the officers.

Standing on the towering city wall with a glass of wine in his hand, he felt a wave of despair in his heart. He was doomed to die, and he would die at the hands of the lord's ridiculous dignity.

You have been a dog for Grand Duke Rose, is it too much to ask for some dog food? Rocky angrily threw the bottle under the city wall and walked into the city.

"I heard there are a lot of new girls at the Hong Kong Coliseum recently. Let's go check it out tonight."

"We have to patrol at night, which is not good."

"It's the two of us who are on patrol. If you don't tell me and I don't tell you, who would know?"

"What if something goes wrong..."

"I'll pay."

"We patrol every day, so it's okay to miss one day. You're my brother, so how can I not accompany you?"

"Or are you loyal, leave?"

"Walk."

What the two patrol soldiers didn't know was that their nominal superior, Rocky, was right behind them. If it were in the past, Rocky would never let them go like this. Of course, he couldn't do anything to these patrol soldiers because the patrol soldiers all had connections. Rocky was not good at scheming, and he had no say in the territory.

I'm going to die soon, what's the point of worrying so much? Rocky no longer wants to deal with this mess. How about surrendering? I'm a noble, but no one in the territory will redeem me with gold coins.

While drunk, Rocky came to the Red Hall that the two soldiers had just mentioned. Rocky had heard about the Red Hall and said that the girls there were so beautiful that even the lord would invite two of them over every night.

Usually at this time, Rocky would go to rest, but tonight he didn't want to rest. He wanted to experience a different life.

Standing in front of the door of the Hong Kong Coliseum, Rocky's eyes were confused and his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. He wanted to reach out and knock on the door, but he couldn't lift his hand. The smell of the wine inside wafted in front of him, his Adam's apple rolled, and he finally raised his hand.

"Guest, move slowly."

A scantily clad red-haired woman escorted a drunk guest out the door. The man staggered and bumped into Rocky. The mixed smell of perfume and alcohol on his body made Rocky's mind go blank.

The woman's mind was not blank. She recognized at a glance that the clothes on the man were not something an ordinary businessman could wear. His dull expression showed that he was a novice. What did this mean? A fat sheep, a very fat sheep.

"Hey, sir, there's some wine in the room. Don't just stand there like an idiot. Come in and play."

The woman put Rocky's hands around her waist and pulled him into the room.

The scene inside was something Rocky had never seen in the first half of his life: a wide variety of fine wines, exquisite and luxurious snacks, half-naked women surrounding the guests and urging them to drink, and red-dressed dealers shaking the dice. This was the most luxurious treasury for the nobles.

There is nothing that the Hong Kong Coliseum cannot do, except what you can't imagine.

Rocky looked at all this in a daze. This was a depravity he had never imagined in his dreams, but in the face of death, all this had a different kind of temptation.

There was a woman from the Cook family sitting in front of the gambling table. She was one of the people who looked down on Rocky the most. Now her eyes were full of excitement. What could be happier than pulling a gentleman into the gambling business?

"Rocky, I didn't expect you to come here."

The woman's captivating gaze frightened Rocky, and he stammered, "Yes, I came too."

Looking at the nervous Rocky, the woman's desire to destroy him became stronger. She directly took his hand and brought him to the gambling table.

"Come, I'll take you. I've told you to stop training all the time. Wouldn't it be better for you to have fun with us?"

The gamblers' deafening shouts aroused Rocky's energy, the wine fed by the prostitutes stimulated his nerves, and the gold coins were spent like water. It didn't matter, the women guaranteed that the Cook family would pay for him.

This night destroyed Rocky's dream, ended his ten years of ascetic knight training, and tarnished his originally kind heart.

Finally, the woman from the Cook family pulled him into the room and completely shattered his three views.

Perhaps at this moment, he has gone crazy.

When Rocky woke up the next day and looked at the people lying down in the room, he felt a sense of emptiness. He crawled out of the crowd with difficulty and looked at the narrow door frame in front of him. He seemed to remember something.

He paid no attention to these sudden thoughts, but simply picked up last night's bottle, poured the remaining wine into his mouth, and then staggered out.

Looking at the people running around on the streets, if the Cook family was gone, they would become subjects of the new lord and continue to live.

Why were they able to survive? Rocky even thought viciously that they should die with me.

When he returned to his room, he found a very detailed map covered with military notes. That was Rocky's dream.

Suddenly, he noticed a valley, which was the only way from Razlan to Cook Territory and the last checkpoint. If the soldiers were surrendered here, the Razlan army would have to kill all of them.

300 extraordinary knights and 4000 ordinary soldiers are enough to kill 2 soldiers. Rocky thought desperately that if there were another 2 people standing in front, it might be of some use.

Wait, 2 ordinary soldiers are not enough, but 10 subjects may be able to do it. They don’t need to be strong in combat. Just killing them all will destroy the entire Razlan army.

"Hahaha, are you crazy, Rocky?" The crazy thoughts in his mind made him unable to help but talk to himself. "Isn't the meaning of a noble to rule over the people?"

Yes, Rocky felt like he was going crazy. He remembered his ascetic training, the indulgent pleasure of last night, and his people who had no worries about the future.

"Why should I die?"

What will happen after his death? The people will get a new lord, or maybe they won't even change the lord. The Grand Duke of Rose might redeem that loyal dog, and that loser will come back to continue his extravagant life, drinking good wine and eating snacks every day, calling whores from the Red Hall, and committing adultery on his corpse day and night.

Rocky's eyes were red, and he suddenly thought that he might be the only one in the entire Cook family to die because he resisted and because he was the city defender.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the valley. He was calm and crazy at the same time. He didn't want to die, so someone had to die in his place. Rocky drew a big cross on the map of the valley and said, "My fellow lords, don't blame me for being ruthless. Blame your useless lord."