Lord of the Oasis

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"These cunning merchants in South County."

Baron Dylan's face was gloomy: "If I meet them again, I swear I will hang them!"

As a real power baron, he is certainly qualified to say so.

more qualified to do so.

It is clearly stated in the legal provisions of the Principality of Lions that if a businessman dares to defraud the nobles or deceive the nobles, they can directly hang the businessman on the gallows after being caught. As long as the fraud is true, there is no need for a trial at all.

With Baron Dylan's anger, the atmosphere in the Lord's Hall cooled down.

No one is happy to buy a fake.

Or second-hand scraps that others have used!

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.

There was even a humiliating flush on his cheeks.

They had never seen the market before, and they praised their workmanship because of this beeswax candle, showing how knowledgeable they used to be, but now they were exposed by Kant from the real top aristocratic class, and their cheeks were particularly hot.

This is tantamount to becoming the hillbilly they most despise on weekdays.

As a knight, a noble reserve with a noble status.

They don't think they can be compared with those merchants who only know silver coins, so they are extremely angry and angry, and they can't wait to kill those treacherous Nanjun merchants.

"Uncle Dylan, here are some candles."

Kant seemed to notice the chilling 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 profiteers from South County are unlikely to come again, but for them, they have lost the wealthy nobles who can buy real beeswax candles. ."

But Baron Dylan was still a little angry: "I don't want my silver coins to be given to these bastards who deserve to be hanged."

"Do not be angry."

Kant shrugged, only a little discouraged.

The Baron of Stone Pass is indeed qualified to do so.

But it can't be done in practice.

Because just behind the merchants of the Principality of Lions, how could there not be the power of the nobles.

Just as Baron Dylan has a caravan from his wife's family as a tool for making money, the big and small nobles in Nan County have already formed unspoken rules, basically the backstage of those Nan County businessmen, otherwise how dare these businessmen deceive. The noble, or the powerful Baron Dylan, is either daring or extremely hard in the background.

Baron Dylan complained for a while, and Kant listened for the same amount of time.

Seemingly aware of his own inappropriateness, Baron Dylan suddenly realized: "We haven't started dinner yet? It's all my fault, I almost forgot about it, mainly because the merchants in Nan County are too hateful." Said and he quickly clapped hands : "Serve the food."

The servants who had been prepared by the wall immediately brought the meal of dinner.

Roasted fat quail, roasted antelope tail, sliced ​​and cheese-smeared white bread, and a glass of ale, and dessert was an apple brewed in ale and coated with honey, and a milk bisque with various condiments.

Very sumptuous dinner.

After serving the food, the servants quickly backed off and served not far away.

The smell of food permeates the hall.

Kant also praised: "Thank you for your hospitality, this is really a sumptuous dinner."

"I prepared it in a hurry, I hope it 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 the profiteers in Nan County will snatch all the big silver coins we have worked so hard to earn every time they come to trade. Clean, you used to be the youngest son of Archduke Cameron in South County, and you definitely know how greedy those businessmen are."

"Yeah, they are greedy." Kant bowed his head unnaturally.

His face seemed a little depressed, but his voice carried a bit of hatred: "To be honest, I don't like them very much."

If the words mean anything.

Baron Dylan's expression froze slightly.

Immediately understood, and quickly explained: "Oh, little Kant, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said this."

He is apologizing for his blunder.

"No, it doesn't matter, 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, really let I am very touched."

"It should be." Baron Dylan nodded and smiled.

The welcome dinner officially started.

The topic of the two sides also tended to be normal, but the atmosphere was cheerful.

But most of them were Baron Dylan and Kant talking. The more than 20 vassal knights on both sides of the long table, as well as the 10 Salander knights they brought, were silently eating their own food, listening to the conversation between the two and acting as the background.

The night was getting darker.

In the Lord's Hall**, the candles on the candlesticks have been replaced with new ones.

The dinner is coming to an end as the food is eaten to crumbs.

"It is pleasure to chat with you."

Baron Dylan laughed and seemed to be in a good mood.

"Me too." Kant bowed his head and smiled.

The topic of the two ended in mutual praise. After all, Kant is also a traveler from modern times. Several times of touting without leaving a trace, as well as pretending to be curious, all made Baron Dylan talk about the topic more lively.

The conversation was either heated or lively.

Timely touts and inquiries can make the atmosphere even hotter.

Of course the dinner 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 warriors who protect you the vassal knights who follow you?"

"Oh, they are my protectors." Kant also replied with a smile: "But 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 excellent talents have not been canonized and become knights with village fiefs?"

"There is no village in the Naron Desert that can be canonized." Kant shrugged his shoulders, looking very regretful and declining: "Uncle Dylan, you said that North County is a barren place, then you have never been to the Naron Desert, that is the real place. Barren."

"Naron Desert, no, I have been there."

Baron Dylan had a bit of nostalgia on his face: "Ten years ago, your father, Archduke Cameron took us to exterminate those gnoll tribes, which is the sentry oasis." With a bit of solemnity: "The battlefield lasted for 2 weeks, and we came back. The environment there is really too bad, and maintaining a supply line of 2,000 cavalrymen must keep up with the scale of the war with the Silver Plate Kingdom."

Kant nodded, his tone still lost: "Yes, it's hell there."

"I understand." Baron Dylan said with restraint: "Little Kant, you can stay in the Stone Pass, no one will say anything, in places like the Naron Desert, except for wild beasts like gnolls, no one wants to be there at all. Survive."

Kant shook his head and said, "There are still my subjects."

However, there was a bit of emotion on his face. Looking at Baron Dylan, he still sighed softly: "I also have my own guards, although there are not many, but it is absolutely impossible to defend against the attack of those small groups of gnolls. That's the problem." After a slight pause in his tone, he also said sullenly: "What's more, I promised my father that I would become the lord of the Naron Desert, instead of hiding in the stone pass, like a turtle swimming in the Resniston River. Shrink your head at any difficulty."

"It's an incredible ambition." Baron Dylan seemed very happy, nodded and said to the vassal knights on both sides of the long table: "He reminds me of Princess Sophia, you know, when I followed the princess, her character very tenacious.”

The vassal knights nodded awkwardly.

Especially the vassal knights who have defected in the past two years, bowed their heads and said nothing.

Princess Sofia is a taboo topic in the Principality of Lions, that is, the remote Stone Pass, Baron Dylan, who once followed Princess Sofia, can speak with impunity.

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, it fills my heart with 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. When you were not born, I was there for your mother's sake. Be loyal, draw your sword and fight!"

"Thank you very much." Kant's face was full of emotion.

Baron Dylan smiled and nodded, like a real elder.

The two had some warm conversations.

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 sports meeting in the afternoon. After all, we don't have many entertainment activities in North County. When the conference is held, it's just when you come here, my uncle's welcome ceremony."

His voice fell, and the faces of the vassal knights next to him suddenly showed a sense of joy.

Many people whispered.

Athletic conferences are also a favorite activity of the Lion Principality, and being able to win the first title in the conference is also helpful to one's reputation. If there are nobles who want to confer knightly fiefs, these reputations will also be considered.

After all, being able to become the first place in the competition conference, the force is definitely not low.

It is easy to gain the favor of nobles by showing proper loyalty.

In the barren North County, the last time an athletics meeting was held was two years ago when Wayne, Viscount of North County, held it in Roger Castle, where he ruled. The grand situation at that time almost attracted the attention of the entire North County.

It is said that the first knight already has 3 villages as fiefs.

It is impossible for these vassal knights not to move.

Kant naturally understood the significance of the competition, and with a moved expression on his face, he said to Baron Dylan: "Uncle Dylan, isn't this too wasteful, the cost of the competition is not small, even if it is a small-scale competition. The conference, if there are no 500 large silver coins, it is estimated that it will not be possible to open."

"Small-scale." Baron Dylan nodded with a smile, as if he was very grateful to Kant: "It is your guards, and my vassal knights, limited to our Stone Pass, and will not invite lords from other places."

"Thank you so much." Kant was even more moved.