A small group of noble cavalry naturally has no right to take them to meet the local lord, a baron of Eruin.
Although Brando called himself "Viscount Stingon"-an aristocrat from the north who traveled here, the stamps forged by the cripple were also available, even more exquisite and authentic than the ones issued by the Royal House of Nobility. However, nobles have the air of nobles, and a short wait is necessary for both parties.
The streets of Fir City are spread out like nets, and ochre red clay tiles are often used in the south, so you can see patches of vermilion roofs — the baron’s castle is in the center where all the streets meet. The towering spire of this blue-gray castle can be seen from a hotel called'Fist of Bravery' in the center of the city. Since the Ansen era, humans have often built such castles.
In the wild, humans rely on castles and fortresses to defend against attacks from beasts, monsters, and barbarians.
After Brando and his party had eaten in the hotel, the official invitation of Baron Grudin was also delivered. Guided by a group of aristocratic private soldiers, they entered the interior of the castle-but there was no good feast, and when they entered the castle gate, the first thing that caught their eyes was two rows of heavy armor and halberds standing neatly. Elite guard with expressionless face.
Brando glanced around, thinking about the grand pomp, and he could see that the other party was deliberately trying to give them a slap in the face. But it's ridiculous that this group of people has even seen the ancient guards of the silver elves. What is this
The young man walked over blindly. A big guy with a scar on his face flashed from the side. As soon as he appeared, he stretched out his hand to grab Brando's shoulder, as if he was trying to keep the opponent behind. It's a pity that he won't have time to put his hand on, his wrist is tight-the girl with long red hair behind Brando has grabbed his wrist, the amber in her eyes is staring at her as if she has locked her prey, she is cold and cold Said:
"Step aside."
Qian pulled her hand and threw the chief instructor out like a sandbag. Everyone heard a muffled sound followed by a low wailing.
"Stop him!"
The two rows of heavily armored guards changed their faces, and immediately stopped them with a shoulder. They wanted to stop the young man who didn't stop, but the wish was good, but the reality was so cruel. Brando moved forward, and these people were knocked out as soon as they touched him.
It seemed that what they met was not a gentle-looking noble young man, but a giant dragon.
70 strength, silver superior strength, if it were in the Anson era, Brando would be a member of the Kingdom's Youth Knights. As long as you are in one step, you can enter the power core of the upper circle. But since I was born in troubled times, this path is different.
But it must be unrelenting.
Brando moved forward, and for a time there was a ping-pong noise in the courtyard, and the heavy-armored guards fell backward and fell into one piece. But the young man couldn't see these guys lying on the ground wailing, and walked to the second gate of the castle.
The door was closed tightly, and perhaps the person preparing to open the door for him was lying on the ground moaning. But it doesn't matter, since no one opened the door for him, Brando didn't even want to kick the door open—he remembered that he had entered the guild chamber like this before.
With a loud bang, the empty hall appeared in front of Brando.
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"Ouch, it's so rude!"
Behind an arch window above the castle, a middle-aged man in a robe opened a corner of the curtain and looked at the scene with interest—although he was sighing, his blue-gray eyes were glowing coldly. He was holding a goblet in his hand, and there was a touch of bright red and crystal clear blood in the cup. The middle-aged man shook his wrist to make the edge of the liquid undulate and change constantly, overlapping with the other edge before.
If Brando can naturally recognize this person's unique hooked nose here, it seems that this is the unique bloodline of the Denel family that can give birth to such a gloomy face. The middle-aged man’s eye sockets are sunken, his skin is like the pale and sick color common to all nobles, his eyes lack vitality, but his beard is full of vitality.
"At least the lower level of silver, about twenty years old." Baron Grudin touched his horns with a slightly curled edge and asked: "How?"
Behind him, a man with a rosy figure shook his head: "He didn't try his best, and the little red-haired girl is not easy. But you have to do it, about 50-50, but it's best not to do it."
"Of course," Baron Grudin reached out and touched the glass window with his wine glass, making a soft tink like a toast: "Knowing that my name dares to be so domineering, there must be some background. But the necessary lesson is still to be taught. Yes, the well water doesn’t interfere with the river water."
He put down the curtains and turned around: "How about the things I asked you to do?"
The man bowed slightly: "The person has already been sent out in the morning. No accident, they will be back in the evening."
"That's the best." Baron Grudin threw the glass cup away, and it fell to a dead woman beside the bed. The scarlet liquid splashed out, and then it soaked into the carpet's fibers, and the already dark red carpet became darker and reddish—
"This matter is requested by Father Father, and it must be done perfectly."
What he thought in his heart was the heir of the old immortal when did he decide his territory, but what disappointed him was that the older he was, the Count Denell became more shrewd. Otherwise, he would have already poisoned all his brothers to death.
Those idiots.
He thought to himself.
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In the center of the hall is a lamp carved with dark red crystals, which is exquisite and almost luxurious. There are runes in the crystals-so naturally it is a magic item; the decoration style of the dome comes from the religious trend of the retro Ansen era, from top to bottom. It is the scrolls of celestial stars, myths and legends, and saints. The bottom layer is 180 columns, symbolizing 180 constellations.
When Brando saw Baron Grudin himself, the two sat at each end of a long square table in the center of the hall; Baron Grudin was under the dagger seat, and Brando was under the only constellation witch throne in the south.
There were also many people who participated in the banquet, except for the knights of Baron Grudin, most of them were local gentry and nobles. Except for a small number of honorary nobles who were named after the Corkova dynasty, most of these people were Grudin's right-hand men. But Brando knew that this guy's real confidant might not be here yet. Those people either hide their heads and show their tails, or they just rule for him.
Although the Tonigle area is not large, it contains more than 20 territories, large and small. Each territory is ruled by a retainer who is loyal to Grudin, and it is the tradition of Voend to be divided into layers.
The baron announced the start of the banquet after the two parties laughed and laughed, naturally, in the name of receiving the dust for the so-called Viscount Tinsgang.
The dishes served by the servants can be said to be rich, but Brando and the others tasted like chewing wax; Akane and Tiger Sparrow did not worry about eating at all, and although Antitina did not show her face, she was actually nervous in her heart. To die.
She didn't know how heartless Brando and Roman would have the mood to savor every dish on the table, but she had to frown at the table full of dishes, and she was really in no mood to speak.
During the dinner, the baron noticed the expression of the noble daughter, his expression moved slightly, and he asked, "Why, does this young lady think there is something wrong with the reception?"
The hall was quiet.
Antitina was shocked in her heart; but she raised her head and nodded calmly in her eyes: "Lord Lord and Madam are inconvenienced because of their status, but I have no scruples as a casual guard. To be honest, these things are a bit too general. melted-"
Brando heard a cry of Good job in his heart, thinking that Antitina really saw that he was putting on airs. But this sentence was too level, it was like a slap in the face of the so-called Baron Grudin. And this guy who is not a good bird has no way to refute it for a while.
He is a dignified lord, so naturally he doesn't care about someone else's entourage, let alone a woman.
But Grudin just smiled, and the others were silent. The middle-aged man stared at Brando with the dull eyes under the sunken eye sockets, and Brando responded with belligerent gazes in a leisurely manner. What he is going to play now is a domineering and defiant young nobleman. Such aristocratic young people are everywhere in Eruin, and it is because of ordinary people that they are not suspicious, let alone the legality of the documents—
According to the lame, it was the Viscount Tinsgang himself who came to check these documents, and he would first doubt whether he was a fake, not Brando.
"This is the best, even in Braggs—no, you can't find a better craft than this in the entire southern border. For this, I paid a lot of money, and it guarantees that it will keep you unobstructed." That guy is so. Boasting under Haikou.
A gentle smile finally appeared on Baron Grudin’s face: "The Viscount comes from the north, so I must not be used to the southern climate, right?"
When he spoke, he changed the subject.
"For a knight of the kingdom, the change of climate is nothing. As for those weak people who can't stand even this temper, I don't think they deserve to be called nobles." Brando was merciless, clipped. He replied with a gun and a stick; but he felt that this image was more in line with his own nature. Could it be that he was actually a domineering generation in his subconscious mind
Everyone in the hall was suffocated. It was a slap in the face again and again, and they couldn't help thinking about how sacred this young man was.
But only Baron Grudin smiled, and the formatted expression was simply remarkable. He smiled and said: "Naturally young people can't compare with our old bones, but it doesn't matter if they don't eat well. I still have a gift for you."
gift
Brando was startled slightly, thinking what the hell was this guy doing. In fact, what he wanted was to leave as soon as he bluffed the other person. His own territory was already close at hand, and it would not be too late to come back to this guy for trouble in the future.
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