Viscount Wayne's worries were not without reason. In fact, even in the tent, those nobles who seemed to be asleep were also tossing and turning, and they felt uncomfortable about it.
Surrendering to Kant temporarily at the beginning meant acquiescing to his control over the North County Territory.
It's all very logical.
After all, there is no aristocratic force stronger than Kant in the North County.
According to the rules among the nobles, if Viscount Wayne could not overwhelm Baron Kant, he would gradually lose the right to rule the North County Territory, and even after a certain transaction, even the status of the North County Lordship would be officially deprived.
And it was like this when the Wayne family replaced the North County lord family last time.
They all come from unspoken rules among nobles.
But very useful.
If that was the case, Viscount Wayne was sure that his family would not decline within ten years.
If he united with some big nobles in the South County who were hostile to Kant, perhaps his family could still be saved in the North County, so he himself was confident. After all, the mother of the Baron Kant was framed by some nobles in the South County.
If you don't help yourself, then Kant, who has mastered the North County Territory, is no small person.
But a complete big shot!
North County territory is vast.
Although barren.
But the salt mines in the Nalun Desert have replaced the traditional agricultural income.
As long as you have money, people, and influence, even if the great nobles of the South County Territory fight back frantically, as long as you can't crush Kant with one blow and give him a chance to breathe, it will be very difficult.
Money opens the way, and any force must think about whether it should ease the relationship.
The nobles are not blindly aware of hostility.
Especially at critical points.
For example, Baron Kant's own strength is not weak, even very strong.
Maintaining a good relationship, marrying each other, forming an alliance of life and interests, that is the best choice.
And it is precisely that Kant now has this sign, he has mastered the military power of the North County Commander, and has completely used the salt mine to attract the attention of many greedy nobles, especially after showing his own military strength, as long as he plots slowly, he will Can easily gain a firm foothold in the Principality of Lions and become a new great nobleman!
But the world is unpredictable, how could he have imagined that the Baron Kant won the North County leader, and when they didn't react, he directly took them and rushed towards the South County leader.
This is not a subtle start to attack the North County, but a thorough attack on the South County to provoke a civil war.
There will be a war between the two counties!
That's right.
Viscount Wayne and other nobles were worried about this.
Everyone was silent, but they were all somewhat desperate for the future in their hearts.
The troops of the North County Territory and Baron Kant's troops definitely cannot directly attack the core area of the South County Territory, but even if they do, they will eventually lose in the face of the defensive counterattacks of those top nobles.
The background of those top nobles is several times stronger than these new nobles!
If it's Kant's defeat and it's their turn to be liquidated...
The consequences could be disastrous!
...
And just as everyone was tossing and turning, the night gradually brightened.
Dawn has come.
Footsteps and shouts also gradually appeared around the tent.
Many desert bandits acted as retinues and fetched water from a stream not far away to provide daily drinking for nearly 3,000 people and horses, and prepare for the next breakfast.
Just at Grottenburg, the city gate has been opened with a small gap.
Five wagons came out laden with bread and sausages and bacon.
At the front is an old butler.
He is already very old, with gray hair and a serious expression, just like Yi Shuihan in the wind.
Apparently, the old butler left the castle with the reins and the carriage, and he had no intention of returning alive. Instead, he straightened his back, looked decent, and slowly approached the camp here.
10 elite desert robbers have already carried their spears to inquire.
Be back together soon.
This is the supplies that Grotenberg improvised today.
The 5 carriages are full of food, which can feed nearly 3,000 people for 3 meals.
And according to the old steward, the fodder for the war horses is still being prepared in the castle. Due to the large quantity, it will be rolled out later, and the specific time will be at noon.
This is of course a very considerate move.
Nobody cares.
"Okay, old man, you can go back!"
Rolf, who was in charge of the surrounding defense, also smiled and waved the old butler away.
It's just the old butler who bent down respectfully and dignifiedly: "My lord, please allow me to meet my master, Viscount Wayne. I am his servant, the most loyal butler, and I should accompany him to take care of him." he."
"Take care?"
Rolf sneered: "He is a big living person and can't take care of himself?"
"No, you misunderstood." The butler said softly: "In my opinion, a true nobleman should enjoy the care of his servants. This is the privilege of a master, and as his loyal servant, I should take care of him!"
"Oh, yes."
Rolf nodded: "You go."
"Thank you very much." The old butler bent down again, and was led by the desert robbers to the tent.
"Hehe!" Rolf just showed a disdainful expression, looked at Fatis who was walking by, pointed at the old housekeeper with his chin and said, "Look, it's another good dog, who really treats himself as a slave, I have never seen such a person in Calradia, and even my most loyal servant would not be willing to be a slave forever."
"Too servile." Fatis also glanced at the old housekeeper, shook his head and said, "Leave him alone, how about sending someone to contact Mr. Kant? Our next strategy is a bit too risky! "
"Adventures are good!"
Rolf grinned: "Great harvest!"
"Hmph!" Fatis was a little dissatisfied: "This kind of thing should be discussed with Lord Kant."
"We are too far away!" Rolf said indifferently: "I have sent someone to rule Lord Kant. It is said that he has established a Nord village on the banks of the Resniston River, and has begun Developed." After a pause, he looked at Fatis: "You don't want the Nords to take the lead, do you?"
"Only by those water ghosts?" Fatis snorted coldly: "Fighting on the plains, they are just a bunch of country bumpkins trampled to death by our Swadians under the hooves of horses!"
"That's what it says."
Rolf chuckled and said, "But the river is next to them, this is their strong point!"
His tone was also a little bit more serious: "Master Kant needs to develop, we can take this opportunity to make the Principality of Lions into chaos, as long as the aristocratic coalition forces that have been coerced this time achieve even a little result, the North County leader will be completely coerced It's time to get on our chariot, and if they don't want to take refuge in Mr. Kant, then they won't be allowed to!"
"En." Fatis also nodded, his face also solemn: "I hope so."
(end of this chapter)