In the hall, a strange atmosphere is permeating.
But very quiet.
The dozen or so burly men who came in all subconsciously looked at each other.
But there was fear in their eyes.
Especially after glancing at the stable posture of the five Salander riders, and Kant's ability to make them so honest with a single word, they all secretly smacked their tongues.
This kind of elite discipline cannot be seen in their remote and barren North County.
The scene continued to be quiet.
Kant did not continue to say anything.
Sit in your own chair, share the guest's seat with Manid and 5 Salander riders.
They are the guests.
"Cough cough."
A dry cough sounded outside the door.
Baron Dylan came in accompanied by the butler.
Looking around at the strange atmosphere in the hall, as well as the dozen or so rebellious subordinate knights, who were so quiet, he couldn't help but snorted coldly.
"Everyone is here, let's start." He said to the housekeeper indifferently.
"Yes." The butler nodded immediately.
At the same time, he quickly walked out of the hall and closed the door gently.
He went to prepare dinner.
Baron Dylan came to his seat and sat down.
The dozen or so burly and strong figures on both sides also bowed their heads to salute and say hello to him.
These are all attached to Baron Dylan, or the subordinate knights conferred by him. They are the terminal force to maintain the entire Stone Pass and this small castle, and they are also the main generals in wartime.
"Uncle Dylan."
Kant also stood up in his place, stroked his chest slightly and said, "Long time no see."
His movements are graceful.
And the voice is calm, the whole person is really like a junior who hasn't seen for a long time.
"Yes, long time no see."
Baron Dylan nodded, his face indifferent, without any expression: "Also, Baron Kant, I think it's best for you to call me Baron Dylan at this time, we are equals."
There is no reprimand in this sentence, just a reminder.
But it immediately attracted the low laughter of his vassal knights on both sides.
Obviously, in their view, this is their own baron lord, a powerful counterattack to the embarrassment that they were shocked just now.
This sentence is indeed unreasonable.
Even Manid's face was slightly stiff.
Not to mention the five Salander riders, their faces turned red.
They couldn't bear these almost insulting words to Kant.
Kant could bear it.
He was already dissatisfied in his heart, but for his own development, he didn't care.
As his soul belongs to the time traveler, he doesn't think too much about the class in this world, and he also finds the so-called self-esteem and arrogance especially ridiculous when he has no strength.
Not if Kant had 1,000 Swadian knights lined up outside the Stone Pass.
In short, it's all about the difference in strength.
Kant stood up.
Still respectful and sincere, he said: "Uncle Dylan, I still remember the short sword you gave me when I was 6 years old as a birthday present, and it is still stored in my box."
"Really." Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face was a bit turbulent.
Kant nodded and smiled, "Of course."
Seeing Baron Dylan's face loosen, Kant continued: "Uncle Dylan, I'm here to visit you this time. I don't have any good gifts. I hope you like these things."
Manid next to him took out the package while pushing it.
It was a fine linen bag, and inside it was a relatively new clay pot.
All eyes were on it, curious to know what was inside.
And Kant lived up to everyone's curiosity, directly opened the clay pot, put it on the table with both hands, and said, "It's some fine white salt. As a baron, Uncle Dylan, as long as these are as beautiful as snow White salt can match your identity."
After saying this, the vassal knights on both sides of Baron Dylan exclaimed.
They are not ignorant.
This pottery pot can be the size of a human head, if it is filled with fine white salt, then the value will be high.
This is the salt that only high-ranking nobles can eat.
Although these vassal knights belonged to nobles, they could at most eat some brown and bitter salt, which was much better than those poor people who couldn't even afford salt.
At least eat salt with every meal.
"This gift is very expensive."
But Baron Dylan frowned slightly, and although his face was moved, it became dignified.
He looked at Kant, and asked directly: "The value of such a precious white salt is too high, Baron Kant, have you encountered any difficulties?"
"No, Uncle Dylan, it's just my opinion."
Kant shook his head, still smiling sincerely.
Seeing that there was no answer to his question, Baron Dylan snorted coldly, nodded and said, "Then thank you very much for the gift. If you have any difficulties, you can ask me to help you solve it."
Kant bowed slightly: "Thank you very much."
Just in time, the servants brought dinner.
It can also be regarded as a common dish, and the quality is even slightly worse than the food in the sentry oasis.
Roast pork, grilled sausages, grilled birds.
Lamb stew with chickpeas, cabbage bisque, and unlimited lager.
Such plates are placed in front of everyone, and the food is also served in wooden bowls.
Finally, a plate of salt was distributed by the butler himself.
"let's start."
Baron Dylan announced dinner to begin.
Immediately, the dozen or so vassal knights began to eat and drink voraciously.
Knights who only know about killing don't have any elegant etiquette. Those are things that knights of noble origin pay attention to.
Sometimes they are short of money, and they will act as robbers to rob caravans.
The fundamental meaning of the knight is synonymous with force, not philanthropy.
Eating and drinking, the atmosphere of the whole dinner was very weird.
The chat that was supposed to be talking and laughing ended in such a quiet and swallowing sound.
From start to finish, Baron Dylan doesn't even say much.
Occasionally, there was communication, and it was also to talk to my vassal knights, usually without a few words. The atmosphere of the whole dinner was extremely stiff and frozen, making the butler who was waiting next to him sweat all over his forehead.
Dinner is over.
Dessert was also served.
It is a wild apple from the Sanwaya Mountains, boiled and poured with honey.
In terms of taste, at least Kant had a hard time eating it.
Manid made eye contact with Kant throughout the whole process, and they both understood what the other was thinking, that is, to wait for the dinner to end.
In fact, Baron Dylan thought so too.
Dinner is finally over.
Those rude vassal knights thanked each other and left.
But before they left, their faces turned slightly red after drinking the light beer, and many people looked at Kant and them provocatively, even the cold eyes of the rider of Salander were not afraid.
There were even a few knights who looked covetously at the exquisite Sarander chain armor under the Sarander rider's robe.
In the Lion Principality, the price of a set of all-iron equipment is not low.
And a set of armor that can save their lives on the battlefield is the goal that all soldiers and knights pursue together, but apart from the rich and powerful nobles, a group of country bumpkin knights from the commoner class cannot get these.
The fiefs of the village can only support their daily life.
The barren land cannot produce too much food and cash crops for them to squander.
"Baron Kant, tell me, what can you do with me?"
After everyone left, Baron Dylan didn't wait for the servants to clean up. He said, "Is it your territory that was attacked by gnolls again, and you want to ask me to help defeat them?"
Baron Dylan was preconceived, looked at Kant and said, "But you have to know, I'm not a Hobson knight from Lion Castle, and I want to be dispatched to help you solve the wolf man crisis. This jar of white salt alone is No way."
Kant smiled at this: "No, Uncle Dylan, I just remember that your wife is the daughter of a merchant?"
Baron Dylan's face became embarrassing. His wife did not belong to an aristocratic family, but a businessman. She was a laughing stock in the orthodox aristocratic circles. Although he was a Baron Wufu, he still had the status of an aristocrat.
With a cold snort, Baron Dylan said, "Baron Kant, do you want to use your noble blood to humiliate me?"
"No no no."
With a sincere smile on his face, Kant looked at the cruel Baron Dylan, but instead said softly: "I have no danger of gnolls, and I don't mean to humiliate, I just want to have a fight with you, Uncle Dylan. long-term trade."
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