"These cunning merchants from Southshire."
Baron Dylan's face was gloomy: "If I meet them again, I swear I will hang them!"
As a powerful baron, he is certainly qualified to say so.
more qualified to do so.
The legal provisions of the Lion Principality clearly stated that if a businessman dared to deceive the nobles, or deceive the nobles, he could directly hang the businessman on the gallows after being caught. As long as the fraud was true, there was no need for a trial.
As Baron Dylan got angry, the atmosphere in the lord's hall cooled down.
No one would be happy to have bought a fake.
Or second-hand waste used by others!
On the chairs on either side of the long table.
Those vassal knights who belonged to the Stone Pass and obeyed Baron Dylan's orders looked equally bad.
Some even had a humiliating flush on their cheeks.
They had never seen the market before, and they praised the workmanship because of this kind of beeswax candles, showing how knowledgeable they were, but now that Kant from the real top aristocratic class exposed this, their cheeks were particularly hot and painful.
This is tantamount to becoming the country bumpkin they look down on the most on weekdays.
As a knight, a noble noble reserve.
They didn't think that they could be compared with those merchants who only knew about silver coins, so they were extremely angry and wished they could kill those treacherous South County merchants.
"Uncle Dylan, here are some candles."
Kant seemed to notice the cooling down of the atmosphere in the hall.
Shaking his head slightly, with a sincere smile on his face, he said to Baron Dylan: "I don't think you need to care, those South County profiteers are unlikely to come again, but for them, they have lost the rich nobles who can buy real beeswax candles .”
But Baron Dylan was still a little angry: "I don't want to give my silver coins to these bastards who deserve to be hanged."
"Do not be angry."
Kant shrugged his shoulders, and only tried to dissuade him a little.
The Baron of Stony Pass was well qualified to do so.
But in practice, it can't be like this.
Because behind the merchants of the Lion Principality, how could there be no noble power.
Just like Baron Dylan has a caravan from his wife's family as a tool to make money behind Baron Dylan, the nobles of the South County, big and small, have already formed unspoken rules, basically they are the backstage of those South County businessmen, otherwise how dare these businessmen cheat The noble, or Dylan, the powerful baron, is either bold or extremely hard-backed.
Baron Dylan complained for a long time, and Kant listened for the same time.
As if sensing something wrong with him, Baron Dylan suddenly realized: "We haven't started dinner yet, right? It's all my fault, I almost forgot about it, mainly because those businessmen in South County are too hateful." Said he clapped hands with him quickly : "Serve."
The servants who had already prepared by the wall immediately delivered the meal for dinner.
Roast fat quail, roast antelope tail, and sliced white bread with cheese, plus a glass of ale. For dessert, apples boiled in ale and wrapped in a layer of honey syrup, and milk soup with various condiments.
Very sumptuous dinner.
The servants retreated quickly after serving the food, and waited not far away again.
The smell of food filled the hall.
Kant also praised: "Thank you for your hospitality, this is really a sumptuous dinner."
"It was prepared hastily, I hope it still suits your appetite."
Baron Dylan stretched out his hand with a smile, and said to Kant: "Thanks to you, our food level can be improved, otherwise, those profiteers in South County will take all the big silver coins we have worked so hard every time they come to trade. Clean, you used to be the youngest son of Grand Duke Cameron in South County, and you definitely know that those businessmen are really greedy."
"Yeah, they are very greedy." Kant lowered his head unnaturally.
There seemed to be a bit of depression on the face, but there was a bit of hatred in the voice: "To be honest, I don't like them very much."
Words mean something.
Baron Dylan's expression froze for a moment.
Immediately he understood, and quickly explained: "Oh, little Kant, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this."
He is apologizing for his gaffe.
"No, it's okay, Uncle Dylan, this is the truth after all, and I don't like those guys either." Kant shrugged, with a smile on his face, and said to Baron Dylan: "But no matter what, you can take care of me. I am very touched."
"It should be." Baron Dylan nodded and smiled.
The welcome dinner officially started.
The topics on both sides also tended to be normal, but the atmosphere became joyful.
But most of them were Baron Dylan and Kant talking. The more than 20 vassal knights on both sides of the long table and the 10 Sarande riders they brought were all silently eating their own food, listening to their conversation and acting as background.
The night gradually darkened.
In the lord's hall**, the candles on the candlesticks have been replaced with new ones.
The dinner party is coming to an end as the food is eaten into scraps.
"It is pleasure to chat with you."
Baron Dylan laughed out loud, looking in a good mood.
"Me too." Kant lowered his head and smiled.
The topic of the two ended in mutual flattery. After all, Kant is also a modern traveler. Several flattery flattery and pretended curiosity made Baron Dylan talk about the topic more lively.
The conversation was either lively or lively.
Timely flattery and inquiry can make the atmosphere even more heated.
Of course the dinner party is coming to an end.
Baron Dylan glanced at the 10 Salander riders sitting on both sides of Kant, with a smile in his eyes, and asked: "Little Kant, are these 10 brave men who protect you the vassal knights who follow you?"
"Oh, they are my protectors." Kant replied with the same smile, "But they are not knights."
"Oh? I'm curious about that."
Baron Dylan still smiled, and asked Kant: "They are very strong and have reached the level of knights. Could it be that such outstanding talents have not been canonized and become knights with village fiefs?"
"There is no village in the Nalun Desert that can be canonized." Kant shrugged, looking very regretful and downcast: "Uncle Dylan, you said that Beijun is a barren place, so you have never been to the Nalun Desert, which is the real place. barren."
"Nalun Desert, no, I have been there."
Baron Dylan had a bit of nostalgia on his face: "Ten years ago, your father, Grand Duke Cameron, took us to exterminate those gnoll tribes, that is, to the sentry oasis." He said solemnly: "The battlefield lasted for 2 weeks, and we came back. The environment there is really too harsh. The supply line to maintain 2,000 cavalry can catch up with the scale of the war with the Silver Plate Kingdom."
Kant nodded, his tone still lost: "That's right, it's hell there."
"I understand." Baron Dylan asked to stay: "Little Kant, you can stay in the stone pass, and no one will say anything. In a place like the Nalun Desert, except for beasts like jackals, no one wants to be there. That survives."
Kant shook his head and said, "There are still my subjects."
But his face was a little moved, looking at Baron Dylan, he still sighed softly: "I also have my own guards, although there are not many of them, but it is absolutely impossible to resist the attack of those small groups of gnolls." There is a problem." His tone paused, and he also said weakly: "Besides, I promised my father that I would become the lord of the Nalun Desert, instead of hiding in the rocky pass like a tortoise swimming in the Resniston River. When you encounter any difficulties, just shrink your head."
"What a great ambition." Baron Dylan seemed very happy, nodded to the vassal knights on both sides of the long table and said, "He reminds me of Princess Sophia, do you know that when I followed the princess, her character Just very tenacious."
The vassal knights nodded awkwardly.
Especially the vassal knights who had defected in the past two years, bowed their heads and remained silent.
Princess Sofia is a taboo topic in the Principality of Lions, that is, the remote rocky pass. Baron Dylan, who once followed Princess Sofia, can speak unscrupulously.
They are just little knights, how dare they talk nonsense.
Kant looked at Baron Dylan sincerely, as if he had found a bosom friend, and said in a moving tone: "Thank you for your understanding, Uncle Dylan, this makes me full of motivation."
"If you encounter any difficulties, come to me!" Baron Dylan patted his chest, and his tone was not shy: "When I followed Princess Sophia, I was a cavalry guard. Before you were born, I was fighting for your mother's Be loyal and fight with your sword drawn!"
"Thank you very much." Kant's face was full of emotion.
Baron Dylan nodded with a smile, just like a real elder.
The two chatted about some warm topics.
Taking advantage of the harmonious atmosphere, Baron Dylan also said to Kant: "Little Kant, after the banquet at noon tomorrow, I will arrange a small-scale competition in the afternoon. After all, we don't have many entertainment activities in North County. The convening of the meeting should be regarded as your coming here, my uncle's welcome ceremony."
After his words fell, the faces of the vassal knights next to him suddenly showed joy.
Many people whispered to each other.
The athletic competition is also an activity that the Lion Principality is keen on, and winning the first place in the conference will also help one's reputation. If there are nobles who want to confer knight fiefs, they will also consider these reputations.
After all, to become the number one in the competitive tournament, the force is definitely not low.
As long as you show proper loyalty, you can easily win the favor of nobles.
In the barren North County, the last time an athletics meeting was held was held by Viscount Wayne of North County two years ago in Fort Rogge under his rule. At that time, the grand situation almost attracted the attention of the entire North County.
It is said that the first knight already has 3 villages as fiefs.
It's impossible for these vassal knights not to move around.
Kant naturally understood the significance of the tournament, and with a moved expression on his face, he said to Baron Dylan: "Uncle Dylan, is this too wasteful? The cost of the tournament is not small, even if it is a small-scale competition. If there is no 500 large silver coins, it is estimated that it would be impossible to open the conference."
"On a small scale." Baron Dylan nodded with a smile, as if enjoying Kant's gratitude: "Your guards, and my vassal knights, are limited to our rocky pass, and will not invite lords from other places."
"Thank you so much." Kant was even more moved.
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