Inside the Central Station.
Rolf was sitting in the middle of the bench with his legs crossed, a silver toothpick dangling from the corner of his mouth, with an arrogant expression on his face.
Three royal knights in plate armor stood behind the chairs. The full plate armor helmets could not see the appearance of their faces, but the eyes in the holes were as indifferent as looking at the dead.
This is the absolute elite, the elite of the elite!
before.
Baron Dylan sat quietly.
The 30 knights wearing double-layer chain mail behind them didn't dare to look at the royal knights at all. They looked to the side pretending to be calm, but their hearts were beating drums.
Obviously they all understand that the three knights in front are wearing luxurious armor like works of art.
It's the big knight!
Master the knight with extraordinary power!
What's more, just behind these three great knights, there are seven mysterious people in dark robes.
It seems ordinary.
Like a long-distance traveler.
But the pointed hat with the big brim and the cane inlaid with pure gemstones in his hand attracted more attention, making the knights around who had less knowledge but heard a lot aroused some guesses in their hearts.
Those magicians who come from the mage tower and pretend to be mysterious!
And it is true.
This is the confidence that Rolf dared to take on the table with Baron Dylan before.
It is also the central station, which has not been captured in the past 3 days. The main reason for the stalemate between the two sides!
Three great knights with extraordinary divine power, seven high-level mages who can obviously control the elements, plus 220 elite desert bandits and 120 Sarande riders, are enough to be called a deterrent!
Baron Dylan sat opposite Rolf with a blank expression.
To this arrogant guy, he just slowly rubbed the gold ring on his thumb.
He is waiting.
The current situation does indeed have the advantage for him.
The mercenary group that I spent a huge amount of money to recruit is indeed powerful.
If there is a real war, how can this station be able to withstand the attack of his mercenary group? Even with the three big knights alone, he is confident that he can temporarily delay it.
Baron Dylan turned his head.
Right behind him, there were also 2 knights with strange faces standing there indifferently.
This is a knight supported by the East Commandery.
But according to his personal experience, these two knights are actually great knights who have already comprehended extraordinary divine power. Together with his remaining great knight, there is no problem in holding down the high-end combat power of the station.
In the decisive battle between the great knights on the battlefield, if the gap is not too large, it will be difficult to tell the winner immediately.
This is not a game.
It is not a martial arts contest with a performance nature.
On the real battlefield, everyone is extremely cautious, including the great knight who understands the degree of destruction of extraordinary divine power. When fighting corresponding opponents, they will be more cautious, and everything is about protecting themselves.
He can be sure that his own big knight can hold down the opponent's big knight.
But looking at the seven mages in front of him.
"snort."
Baron Dylan snorted coldly in his nasal cavity, and there was also a haze in his eyes.
He really didn't expect that the second son of the grand duke who was exiled to the Nalun Desert is really promising, not to mention the great knight, even the mages have already gathered, there are still a total of 7 mages!
This amount shocked him.
A real mage, playing left and right on the battlefield, is equal to a ballista.
And it's a powerful ballista!
On the ordinary battlefield, not only the lethality is astonishing, but even the morale of the soldiers is a serious blow. This is why Baron Dylan finds it a difficult dilemma.
Rolf also grasped the dilemma that Baron Dylan was stern and internal, and he was in a dilemma.
Still crossing Erlang's legs.
But he put his heels on the table, and said casually: "Give some sweet water to our Baron Dylan, remember, put more sugar, so as not to say we are stingy."
"Heh, I've been here for 2 days, and the sweet water tastes pretty good."
Baron Dylan was cunning, stroking his beard and sneering, as if pointing something: "I think adding a little salt may better reflect the sweetness of sweet water. I like to drink it that way."
"Well, the last thing we need here is salt."
Rolf acted as if he couldn't hear it at all, and waved to the light infantry who was waiting beside him: "Put two more spoonfuls and send it to our Baron Dylan. You know, Lord Kant can honorably call the baron in front of him Dylan Uncle!"
"OK."
The light infantry nodded, and actually added 3 tablespoons of salt to the water glass next to it.
The appearance of white flowers.
It quickly dissolves into the sugar water in the glass.
The serving light infantry brought the water glass to Baron Dylan with a calm tone, but there was no fault in his etiquette. He nodded softly and said, "Lord Baron, please use it."
"Oh." Baron Dylan didn't even look at the glass.
Take a deep breath.
Looking at the rebellious and arrogant Rolf with his legs crossed in front of him, he said indifferently: "This is boring, Rolf, you know, I am not representing the Stone Pass, but the entire Lion Principality ” After a pause, his eyes were calm, and he pulled up the tiger’s skin very unceremoniously: “If you want, you can get a territory comparable to a rocky pass.”
lure.
The most common means among nobles.
Rolf also understands, because in the Calradia continent, he will use this method when he occasionally misses and dismisses those officials, so he is immune to such methods.
What's more, his loyalty is constant loyalty to Kant.
"hehe."
Rolf sneered.
Turning his head as if reminiscing, he asked the Sarande rider next to him with some doubts: "The Stone Pass, if I remember correctly, seems to be the one next to the Sanwaya Mountains, which runs through the pass. territory?"
"That's right." The rider next to him nodded, and said tacitly: "That piece of land is very barren."
"Huh? Barren?" Rolf didn't seem to understand.
"According to my estimates, there are not a few hundred large silver coins produced in a year."
The rider of Salander shrugged and said helplessly, "Only poor ghosts would go there to become a lord. God, who did something wrong to go there to be canonized?"
"I don't want to go." Rolf shrugged, looking very aggrieved.
"Boom."
Baron Dylan's hand hit the table heavily, making a loud noise.
The 30 knights behind him looked stern, and they stepped forward one by one, looking at Rolf, and the riders, knights and mages behind him with cold faces, and put their hands on the hilts of their swords.
Because right in front of them, those knights and riders, as well as mages, raised their long swords and staffs!
The atmosphere was suddenly tense!
"Boom!"
But Rolf did not show any weakness.
The whole person got up in an instant, and slapped his hands heavily on the table. His face was still arrogant, and he turned his head as if scolding: "What are you doing, no big or small, don't look at where this is?"
The royal knights and mages put away their weapons.
And those Sarande riders and Swadian light infantry also put away their hideous faces.
Rolf was very calm.
On the contrary, he looked like a big boss coercing others. He turned his head to look at Baron Dylan with a smile on his face, but his tone was quite casual: "These guys are really lawless. If you don't look at where it is, you dare to pull it out." sword."
"yes."
Baron Dylan sullenly raised his right hand slowly.
The knights behind them put away their weapons.
This is not the first time the table has been slapped, nor is it the first time that the two sides have been in a tense situation.
When they first arrived, a fierce conflict almost broke out between the two sides, which is why Rolf secretly dispatched elite desert bandits to quickly return for help.
If there is a fight, he is not sure whether he can hold the post.
can now.
After being in a stalemate for 2 days, they both understood each other's serious internal complaints and the bottom line of patience.
Especially Baron Dylan.
Even more uncomfortable.
It has been endured until now, no matter how it breaks out, the original oppressive force is gone.
But when the battle really started, Baron Dylan was a little unwilling, especially knowing the high-end troops currently possessed by the station, and he didn't want to make things too big.
Although there is a backer behind him, Kant also has a backer.
Baron Dylan gritted his teeth, and said softly: "Princess Sofia has left a legacy... But, Rolf, you have to understand that Princess Sofia has been dead for more than ten years. It's time for the Lion Principality, and it doesn't have any influence anymore."
What he was talking about was naturally the secret between the two countries.
Because Baron Dylan had already guessed.
Kant, the immature second son of the duke, wants to develop to such a powerful level, without the background left by Princess Sophia, it is impossible!
And Baron Dylan was equally powerless.
No matter how he tried or seduced, this Rolf ignored everything and pretended not to understand.
Innocent and cute!
But in fact Rolf really didn't know.
He is not an aborigine in this world at all!
Why do you know
Looking at Baron Dylan, Rolf was still arrogant: "I don't understand what you are talking about, but I know that you should probably go home. After all, you often hang out at other people's houses, and something will happen."
"Really?" Baron Dylan laughed angrily.
"That's right!"
Rolf raised his legs arrogantly.
He seemed to have no fear of Baron Dylan at all, but in fact, it was also a means.
sometimes.
Arrogance is not arrogance.
It's a deterrent to the enemy, a strategy that makes the enemy confused!
If you have no confidence, how dare you be arrogant
This is Rolf's method!
While the two sides were still in a stalemate, there was a loud noise outside the window.
Exclamations and shouts continued.
In the hall of the post station, the situation was suddenly tense. Both sides were on strict guard, but they were puzzled.
At the top of the post station, the elite desert bandits on the watchtower came to Rolf with a scimitar, with a happy face, and whispered in his ear: "Lord Rolf, the lord led the reinforcements to arrive!"
Rolf also had a happy expression on his face, pretending to say loudly: "What? Lord Kant is here? Go and greet him!"
He stood up completely.
The smile on his face was extremely excited, and he asked Baron Dylan: "Baron Dylan, Lord Kant is here to welcome you. He is really an admirable lord. Hearing that you are a guest, he brought many people to greet him!"
"Hehe." Baron Dylan laughed dryly, but there was only a haze on his face.
(end of this chapter)