This was what shocked him, because he didn't even have such boots. Even if he went to the battlefield, he only wore iron boots. Now 40 cavalrymen came, and they were all in iron armor.
And the war horses under the crotch are all fat and strong.
It is completely different from the malnourished horses in the stone pass.
Perhaps the few war horses raised by Baron Dylan himself can be compared with the war horses under their crotch.
"It's really Kant."
He swallowed, thinking that when the Sentinel Oasis sent people to the previous two times, there were not so many heavy cavalry, and all of them were elite, comparable to the vassal cavalry belonging to Baron Dylan in the Hard Rock Pass.
And as a vassal cavalry, he was also a little unwilling.
But still have to admit.
In fact, the 40 heavy cavalry are much better than them in terms of weapons and equipment, and the horses under their crotch, even the real nobles, and the gap between the down and out wanderers.
"Unfamiliar troops, please stop!"
He swallowed, and although he knew that it was Kant and Manid, he still did not order to open the city gate, but instead shouted: "This is the territory of the Lion Principality, the rocky pass in North County, the territory of Baron Dylan, If you want to enter, please explain your purpose of coming and show enough kindness!"
The 40 heavy cavalry led by Kant looked like a sturdy elite force.
He didn't dare to put it into the rocky pass casually.
Without these city walls, it is estimated that thousands of people would not be able to stop the 40 heavy cavalry based on the conscripted peasants and armed militias, and they would be massacred one-sidedly, even if it was a single vassal knight who joined him.
This is an absolute advantage in quality.
Hearing the question of the vassal knight on the city wall, Manid looked at Kant.
This is diplomatic rhetoric.
It is also a way to identify each other.
Kant nodded to him: "You go."
"Understood." Manid responded.
After getting Kant's permission, he rode his horse forward, looked at the vassal knight on the city wall, and shouted calmly: "This is the second son of Cameron the Lion Duke, the Baron of the Lion Kingdom, Nalun Desert Your lord, Lord Kant!"
The vassal knights on the city wall have long seen that Kant is underneath.
There was cold sweat on his face.
While sending someone to inform Baron Dylan, he gritted his teeth and said: "Dear Baron Kant, why did you lead the troops to the Stone Pass? Forgive my rude offense. The 40 heavy troops you led Cavalry, entering the territory of Baron Dylan, also needs to be reported and approved by the baron."
Kant said to Manid: "Tell him, I understand."
"Master Kant expressed his understanding."
Manid nodded, and immediately replied: "The purpose of our visit is to conduct trade. I hope you will inform Baron Dylan that we led these 40 heavy cavalry just to deal with the huge number of wolf men in the Nalun Desert. To prevent goods from being looted, I hope that both of us can understand each other."
After chatting a few more words, the person who notified finally came back.
At the same time, Baron Dylan and his vassal knights also came. They were all wearing chain mail, and they were full of energy and glowing red. Compared with when Kant saw them, their equipment was not only newer, but their physiques were also stronger.
Apparently they've had a good time of late.
Baron Dylan came to the ramparts.
The vassal knight wiped the cold sweat off his face and reported all this in a low voice.
"You did a good job. When you go back, ask my butler to get 20 large silver coins."
Baron Dylan nodded after hearing this. Although his face was expressionless, he directly reassured the vassal knight: "In the future, if this happens, you will still do this. You represent the Stone Pass. It is very good to do so."
"Thank you for your compliment." The vassal knight bowed his head in thanks with a happy face, and then retreated.
Baron Dylan left him alone.
Instead, he looked down at the 40 heavy cavalry who were lining up a hundred meters away from the city wall.
There was a bit of surprise in his eyes, and he also looked at the full set of chain armor, the Salander helmet held in his arms, as well as the strong physique and the handsome horse, and his eyes were full of covetousness.
This is the heavy cavalry that even he doesn't have.
But soon his mood returned to calm, and his mood stabilized very well.
"Open the city gate!"
Baron Dylan waved his hand, looked at Kant below, and then glanced at the recruited farmers behind him, with a bit of indignation on his face, and reprimanded in his tone: "That's Baron Kant, have you all forgotten, this is Our friends at the Stone Pass! How dare you not open the city gate, and don’t open it right now to let our friends in!"
"Understood." Those recruiting farmers did not dare to refute.
They have no way to refute.
As the wooden bolts against the city gate were opened, the iron rope opened the city gate.
The two heavy wooden doors were slowly opened, and Baron Dylan also walked down the city gate, and came down with the vassal knights behind him. He personally greeted Kant and them, and said in a very happy tone: "Dear little Kant, I feel like we haven't seen each other for a long time, I'm so happy to see you again!"
"It's good to see you too, Uncle Dylan."
Kant had a sincere smile on his face, and he didn't seem to be angry because of what happened before.
The two chatted and walked into the stone pass arm in arm.
The relationship is extremely harmonious.
Behind him, Manid led the camel team to enter first, carrying the bulging sack on his back, which deepened the smile on Baron Dylan's face, but when he swept past the 40 heavy cavalry without leaving a trace, his eyes widened. In the extreme depths, there is also a bit of fear.
The stone pavement of Stone Pass has been swept, at least the filth is gone.
The poor people with colored faces are still staying in the straw huts on both sides.
Seeing Kant and Baron Dylan galloping on horseback, they all looked at each other blankly, just casually bent over and stroked their chests in salute, without much so-called sincerity at all, as if they were coping.
Baron Dylan pretended not to see it either.
These lowly poor people are simply dispensable to him.
Back at the mansion built next to the mountains, the soldiers guarding the gate came and led Baron Dylan's horse.
Some servants also came over to help lead Kant's war horse.
"No."
Kant declined, turned his head and said to the rider behind Salander, "Come and lead the horses to the stables. There is no need for so many people to follow me. Uncle Dylan's territory is very safe at the Hard Rock Pass."
"Haha, of course, little Kant, you can treat this as your territory!"
Baron Dylan laughed.
Salander's riders were automatically divided into two groups. Thirty people led the horses and followed the servants to the stables behind, while the remaining 10 people stood behind Kant, apparently following him as guards.
Baron Dylan didn't take it seriously, he waved his hand and said, "Come in, they all seem to be good boys."
"Of course." Kant nodded with a chuckle.
However, he also arranged for Manid: "Manid, you go to deliver the goods with the head of Uncle Dylan's caravan." As he spoke, a slightly apologetic smile appeared on his face: "The amount brought this time More, it may be troublesome."
"Hahaha, I'm not afraid of trouble!" Baron Dylan laughed.
The more goods he brings, the more he earns.
The profit brought by the batch of fine white salt last time made him so excited that he didn't sleep all night.
"I asked someone to arrange dinner." Baron Dylan said while holding Kant's arm like an elder, and the smile on his face became brighter: "If you can come here earlier, I can hold a welcome banquet. But tomorrow I will also invite the celebrities and gentlemen from the Stone Pass to come over and formally hold a grand banquet."
"Thank you so much." Kant withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, with a smile on his face.
Walk into the slightly depressing official residence.
The building was actually built to the specifications of a small fortress.
Although it was not as towering as a castle, with the complete defense facilities and narrow door passages alone, only a few hundred elite soldiers were enough to guard the mansion, ensuring that the rocky pass could survive until the last moment.
Enter the original lord's hall.
One by one, the torches were lit and inserted on the blackened stone wall beside them.
And on both sides of the long table in the hall, on the main seat where the lord sits, and on the table of the guest seat opposite, there is also a silver three-pronged candlestick, and the three candles on it are lit, releasing a stable and commanding of light.
"Is there some nostalgia?"
Baron Dylan smiled and invited Kant and the ten Salander riders to take their seats.
At the same time, he brought his vassal knights to the same seat, and said to Kant with a smile on his face: "This is a silver candlestick bought in South County, and these beeswax candles are rare luxury items in our North County. You are the son of Grand Duke Cameron, you should have seen a lot of these things."
"Very good." Kant nodded with a smile, sniffed lightly, but frowned slightly.
"What's the matter?" Baron Dylan noticed his frown, and the smile on his face was slightly restrained. He frowned and asked, "Little Kant, did you find something?"
"A beeswax candle?" Kant asked.
Baron Dylan looked a little embarrassed, turned his head and glanced at the chubby, bewildered butler next to him. He had an answer in his heart, but he nodded and said, "That's right, when I bought it, the businessman from South County told me that this is the purest and most The beeswax candles that the nobles of South County like to use at banquets."
"Well, Uncle Dylan, maybe you bought a not-so-pure beeswax candle." Kant shrugged slightly.
And Baron Dylan was puzzled: "Is it a fake?"
"No, this is indeed a beeswax candle." Kant shook his head, frowning: "But the texture is not pure, it should be the wax that melted after the original beeswax candle was burned, collected and heated to melt, and reprocessed into honey." Wax candles, you can tell from the light and a little pungent smell produced by burning, these are fakes made by those merchants."
"These dirty ghosts from South County dare to lie to me!" Baron Dylan seemed very angry.
Kant's expression was regretful, with regret on his face: "This is a small trick of the group of businessmen in Nanjun. It's a scam. Unexpectedly, Uncle Dylan, you also encountered it."
PS: Adding Chapter 4, I read the book review section yesterday and felt a little bad. Ha, I adjusted myself a bit, and I finally recovered. Continue to work hard on coding today, at least I won’t have too many troubles when I finish writing this book, and it’s good to strive for an early quality.
(end of this chapter)