Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

"Berkia, how do you feel? Do you want me to get you some life potions? I still have some..."

"General Hurst, no need."

Looking at Hurst, who had suddenly become so enthusiastic, Berkia was a little overwhelmed.

Compared to the battalion commander who had suddenly become somewhat humble, he was more accustomed to the previous arrogant battalion commander. That way, he wouldn't feel uncomfortable with his憨(simple and honest) appearance.

"General Hurst, the legion commander ordered that Berkia go to the main camp to see him after he wakes up."

"Yes, yes, General Bowen is right. It was my fault for delaying your affairs here," Hurst said with a look of sudden realization and apology.

Unable to adapt to the overly enthusiastic Hurst, Berkia went straight to the point: "General Hurst, just say what you have to say."

Seeing this, Hurst gritted his teeth, put on a difficult look, came to Berkia, bowed his head, and said, "General Berkia, I would like to ask you to say a few good words for me in front of the legion commander."

"Say good words?"

Berkia looked at his friend in confusion, only to see him looking hesitant.

Seeing this, Hurst said, "Two days ago, the legion commander held the first legion meeting..."

More than ten minutes later, after listening to Hurst's account, Berkia immediately understood why the other party was showing goodwill towards him.

"I haven't met the legion commander alone either, and I don't know his attitude, but I will help you if I can. After all, when the battalions were divided, the other battalions disliked Bowen and me for being country bumpkins from the White Maple Province, and their words were full of rejection. Only the Ninth Battalion took us in."

"Although you usually look arrogant, you have been fair and just in handling affairs these past few months, but you are too lenient towards those guys from Dawn Province."

Hearing Berkia's words, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Hurst's face.

Those young people had strong backgrounds, and he couldn't afford to offend them, so he could only treat them leniently.

As for being arrogant, that was indeed his problem.

"I will definitely change in the future, definitely change."

"General Hurst, if there is nothing else, then I will go to see the legion commander first," Berkia said, getting up.

Hearing this, Hurst said, "I'll see you off."

Subsequently, under Hurst's farewell, Berkia left the station of the Ninth Battalion very uncomfortably.

Watching the backs of the two leaving, Hurst put away the smile on his face and said in a low voice, "This can be regarded as giving myself a chance to survive by chance."

When the Twenty-Fifth Army was established and military positions were established, he was able to sit on the position of battalion commander of the Ninth Battalion by virtue of his own strength and the identity of a council member of Ksasluo City in Storm Province.

Of course, the fact that more than half of the soldiers in the Ninth Battalion were from Storm Province was also a major factor.

On the way to the legion's main camp, Berkia looked at Bowen, who was thinking with his head down, put his left hand on his shoulder, pulled him over, and asked with a smile, "What are you thinking about? So serious."

"It's nothing, I was just thinking why you hate that guy Hurst so much, but you still agreed to say good words for him in front of the legion commander," Bowen said with some disgust as he pushed Berkia away, asking with some curiosity.

"Hehe, you don't understand this," Berkia leaned close to Bowen again and said softly, "If nothing else, the legion commander must have investigated our situation clearly by now. If I speak for a superior who is not in harmony with me, will the legion commander look at me differently?"

"Besides, I also said just now that although Hurst's personality is very bad, and I usually want to beat him up, he is still a good person."

Bowen looked strange and sized up Berkia, saying with some suspicion, "Is this something you can say? Tell me quickly, has someone replaced you, or did the last battle fix your brain?"

"Sometimes I'm just too lazy to think about it, but when it comes to resourcefulness, you can't even catch up with me even if you brown-nose," Berkia put his hands behind his head, looking relaxed and content.

Bowen looked at Berkia, who had already walked away, chased after him, and said憨(sincerely), "You're getting cocky, I should have let you fall to the ground back then."

……

Outside the Twenty-Fifth Army's main camp, two half-elf silver high-level sword dancers looked at the two and reached out to stop them.

"Halt."

Berkia stopped and said, "My name is Berkia, the legion commander asked me to come to the main camp to see him after I woke up, please report."

The half-elf sword dancer standing on the left heard this, signaled the other party to wait here, and then entered the camp to report.

After a while, the half-elf sword dancer came out of the camp and said to Berkia, "The lord is waiting for you inside, please come in."

Seeing this, Berkia gave Bowen a reassuring look and then entered the camp.

Arriving at the center of the camp, Berkia knelt on one knee, stroked his chest with his right hand, and bowed his head in salute: "Berkia, deputy battalion commander of the Ninth Battalion of the Third Army of the Twenty-Fifth Army, has met the legion commander."

"Please rise."

Kyle looked up at the young man he had fought with, waved his hand to help the other party up, and then summoned a blanket to let him sit down.

Seeing this, Berkia obediently sat down.

"Berkia, I remember you are from White Maple Province."

"Yes, legion commander," Berkia did not dare to hide anything and answered truthfully.

"Haha, it's a coincidence, my lord has always been thinking about the White Maple Martial Arts Tournament, but he has never had time to go."

Hearing this, Berkia said, "Legion commander, after the war is over, if you and the marshal want to go to White Maple Province to watch the White Maple Martial Arts Tournament, I can be your guide."

"That's settled then, don't go back on your word when the time comes."

In a few words, Kyle successfully eliminated the identity gap between himself and Berkia.

Kyle waved his hand to move the low table in front of Berkia, sat opposite him, narrowed the distance between the two, and then asked Lyana to brew a pot of tea.

"Your strength is very good, did you learn it yourself, or was it taught by others?"

"There is the guidance of my future father-in-law, and there are also methods that I have figured out myself," Berkia replied somewhat cautiously, looking at the legion commander who was so close to him.

Seeing the other party's expression, Kyle said with a smile, "Don't be too cautious, just treat me as a seeker who has taken a step ahead of you."