The steward leads the way.
Kant and the others soon arrived outside Baron Dylan's mansion.
Looking up at his uncle Dylan's mansion, Kant's eyebrows twitched.
Baron Dylan's mansion is quite exquisite.
Compared with the surrounding civilian buildings made of stone and wood, this kind of all-stone building with a height of 4 floors and clearly divided into 3 floors is more correct called a small castle.
The official residence is built on one side of the cliff as a whole, and the city wall is connected to the pass city wall on the south side.
But the connection is 3 meters higher than the city wall, and it is connected by thick wooden boards and chains as a retractable wooden bridge.
The watchtowers are complete, and the arrow towers are towering.
The outer walls also had firing ports for archers or crossbowmen to fire.
The main entrance of the mansion is also unusually narrow.
Only less than 3 meters high and 2 meters wide.
It can only accommodate a carriage in and out, or allow cavalry to rush out with their heads down.
The architectural style of a typical small castle fully highlights the tenacious spirit of resisting the enemy with a small force, prolonging the enemy's conquest time, and persevering until the arrival of reinforcements.
Manid sighed.
Kant shook his head secretly.
They finally understood why Baron Dylan didn't care much about the defense on the north side of the pass.
With this small castle here, why are we afraid of gnolls
If you can't fight, you can directly recruit civilians into the official residence to continue to resist, completely abandon the outer area, and stay here waiting for rescue. Relying on the accumulated food, even if it is a few months, it will not be a problem.
In less than a few months, reinforcements from other counties had arrived.
"Come in, Lord Kant."
The chubby butler hurriedly bent down to salute, and stretched out his hand as a gesture of invitation to Kant.
In front of the main entrance ahead, there are already servants waiting respectfully.
"Okay." Kant nodded and stepped forward.
Not far from the main entrance is the patrol team.
Unlike the skinny soldiers with spears and sallow faces outside, the soldiers of these patrols looked burly and powerful, and the iron-inlaid leather armor they wore all fit well.
In the arrow towers on both sides of the mansion, archers holding longbows were also looking down vigilantly.
Obviously they all looked apprehensive.
Because they can all distinguish what is a caravan guard and what is a battle-tested elite.
This is the case with 5 Sarande riders and 10 desert robbers.
However, because of the previous order, everyone knew that this was Kant's guard, so he did not act aggressively.
The war horses had been handed over to the 10 desert robbers, who were responsible for guarding and feeding them in the stables. The five Salander riders followed Kant and Manid into the mansion as personal guards.
But glaring stuff.
For example, spears, shields, etc. were all placed on Salander's horse, and only the Salander sword was carried.
The butler looked at this and didn't say much.
For the Principality of Lions, which was established by force, asking others to hand over their weapons is the deepest humiliation.
Of course he didn't dare to say that.
Lead into the mansion.
Because of the style of building mainly for the military, the light is a little dim.
Kant blinked before he got used to it.
"Please follow me, dinner is being prepared, and Baron Dylan should be waiting for you in the hall."
The butler is still leading the way.
Kant and they followed.
Walking through the stone-built corridor, a wooden door was pushed open by the housekeeper.
Inside is a space of about 200 square meters, and there are 10 beams and columns on both sides, all made of stones, connecting the stones and wood above the head, bringing a solid defense and a spacious space.
At the same time, there is a long table in the middle of the stone pillar.
It is extremely spacious, and there are chairs on both sides. From a rough look, it can also satisfy 30 people to eat at the same time.
Apparently this is the Lord's Hall in Stone Pass.
"Baron Dylan should be dealing with matters. He hasn't come here yet, Mr. Kant, please sit down and rest. I will prepare fresh water. I think you must be extremely thirsty along the way."
The butler was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly made amends respectfully.
"Okay, that's it." Kant nodded and waved his hand to signal that he could go to prepare.
The butler hurriedly left with his head down, and at the same time waved to the maids to prepare fresh water.
Sit where your guests should be.
Kant looked at the burning torches on both sides, and the light in this hall was quite sufficient.
Turning his head and glanced at Manid and the five Salander riders, he said, "What are you doing standing there, you still don't put your things down, sit down and rest, aren't you tired after driving for such a long time?"
"Yes, my lord." The Salander riders nodded in obedience.
Manid also sat down.
He looked around and looked at the lord's hall, shrugging his shoulders with nostalgia: "It doesn't look much different from the castle hall in the Calradia continent."
"It's just a little smaller." Kant chuckled.
Although there is no extraordinary power, the original Calradia continent and the construction of the castle can be considered magnificent.
Even if the performance in the game is slightly poor, the desktop picture is extremely magnificent.
Kant, who has lived in this world for 16 years, can also judge after comparing in his heart that this small castle with a rocky pass is obviously not up to the scale of a real castle, even if it can accommodate many people.
"Someone is coming." Manid suddenly said.
Kant also looked in the direction he pointed, which was the wooden door of the living room.
The sound of cowhide boots stomping on the ground.
There are still many people.
And the loud and rude voices are transmitted in the hallway outside.
This building is not soundproof.
"What? Baron Kant? Ha, isn't he just a little guy who was exiled?"
"It's surprising that he didn't die in the Nalun Desert, but now he said he was going to be a guest. I really want to see and ask him if he wants to take refuge? Think about how he peed his pants when he was scared by the jackals in the Nalun Desert. It looks like I'm going to pee laughing!"
"Hey, shut up, you have to pay attention, this is the second son of Duke Cameron!"
"Hahaha, it should be said that it is the king's second son. Anyway, our head is Baron Dylan. How did the king treat us back then? Do I still have to say it?"
"Yes, he became king, and we became country bumpkin knights in such a barren place!"
The mocking voice was not at all disguised.
Rude and resentful, more of that contempt.
With footsteps and voices getting louder.
The door was pushed open, and a dozen burly figures walked in, each of them rebellious, grinning at Kant who was sitting peacefully in the living room with his back to them.
But their expressions changed.
Because of this group of rude guys, they also saw the five Sarande riders sitting on both sides of Kant with bad expressions.
A tall and strong body.
A Sarande helmet made of iron placed on the table.
As well as the bulging appearance under the linen robe, as well as the silver light exposed in the gap, it is obvious that he is still wearing the iron armor all over his body.
the main thing.
The five Sarandian riders had put their hands on their Sarandian swords.
His eyes were full of indifference and killing intent.
This standard experience of the bloody battlefield has already made the group of more than a dozen burly men who pushed the door stop on the spot, and the grin and presumptuousness on their faces have also become dignified and worried.
All of them wore ordinary linen robes instead of iron armor that could protect their bodies.
Also did not carry any weapons.
Although there are many people, with these five elite fighters, it is absolutely no problem to slaughter more than a dozen of them.
Think of what I said just now.
The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.
A strange silence appeared in the lord's hall.
"It's dinner time."
Kant's voice appeared slowly, and he said without turning his head, "Sit down honestly."
The five Salander riders withdrew their cold and indifferent gazes, sat back in their seats, and said nothing with cold faces, like cold killing machines, bringing an invisible majesty.
The burly men at the door also swallowed.
This is a step.
Seeing that the other party withdrew the murderous gaze, they all looked at each other. The smart ones did not continue to provoke, and they all sat back in their seats, that is, the chairs near the two sides of the main seat.
The Salander riders are all elites who have been promoted from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
In terms of momentum, they naturally have it.
And it's quite scary!
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