Chapter 462: manor

"Master Abel, your baron has been restored, but the Principality of Carmel was unable to contact you for a while, so I was not able to inform you!" The Duke of Ernest saw that Abel was still worried about the baron, It is also extremely helpless.
Abel was a master blacksmith when he cut the baron. The most important thing was that the senior wizard of Oliver demanded it at that time, and Her Majesty Ambrose had no way to agree.
Who knew that as soon as he promised to cut Abel's title, Abel became a master blacksmith over there, and it was even more sad that the senior wizard, Oliver, died in this way, and directly let the kingdom of St. Ellis. Top bar.
Who has the bad luck of the kingdom of St. Ellis? This kind of thing that even senior wizards will be killed, has not happened for hundreds of years, and this happened, and the fourth blacksmith master in the whole continent, the first in the human world A master blacksmith also appeared.
At the same time, the kingdom of St. Ellis encountered two impossible events, which made His Majesty Ambrose very helpless.
"Is my noble status restored?" Abel still likes being with a noble status, because this will allow his family to live a better life in the world.
Abel's expression relaxed a bit. The identity of a baron was not too important to him, mainly because he was too aggrieved. A master blacksmith was conquered by a duchy.
The reason why the baron's identity is not important is that he wanted the title to be simple, just like the Duke of Stratton, just now in the kingdom of Saint Paul, and as long as Abel promised to settle there, there would be an earl and a lot of fiefdoms.
"It's not just the title that has been restored. The former king of the Principality of Camai, Leander Del George, has abdicated. If you are not deflated, the empire can take it to your castle and take care of you!" Said the Duke Ernest with a smile.
Abel was shocked when he heard this, and thought to himself that the Duke of Ernest did not want to harm him. He imprisoned a king in the castle and lynched him. After that, his reputation in the aristocracy would be gone and it would still affect The two families, the Harry family and the Abel family, which he represented in the harvest city.
However, seeing the sincere appearance of Duke Ernest, he understood that this was to let him breathe out, and said with a smile: "Absorb and abdicate, don't let him appear in front of me!"
"Master Abel, you are too forgiving!" Said Duke Ernest, bowing in relief, with a sigh of relief. If the kingdom of Saint Ellis really disposed of a king of a dependent country to Abel, the consequences would be absolute. Is profound.
"Duke Ernest, please stay with me, let me say hello to others!" Abel did not intend to accept the gift of the kingdom of St. Ellis, and he was not ready to accept the gift of the kingdom of Saint Paul. I do n’t want to bear certain responsibilities because I accept the gift of the empire. Everyone knows that these gift are not free. In the end, they will be transformed into a certain return to the empire.
"Master Abel, don't you want to hear from Her Majesty Ambrose?" Asked Duke Ernest with confidence.
However, he knew that after studying all the information of Abel in detail by the intelligence organization of the Kingdom of St. Ellis, he finally made this gift, which may not be the best gift, but he believed that it was the most difficult for Abel to refuse. .
"Please, please!" Abel stopped, the Duke of Ernest's words made him curious, and he turned to face the Ernest and said.
"Got you the title of Earl of St. Ellis!" Said the Duke of Ernest.
At this time, the Duke of St. Polton, a smirk, sneered, "This condition is not favorable. If the Abel master wants it, I can make you a marquis on behalf of the empire!"
Abel didn't care about the level of the title. As long as he was alive, even a lord would not be underestimated, and a title too high would cause trouble if he did not have enough power in the family and he was not there.
"Give Fengfeng Harvest City as your territory, the Harvest City will become your territory, and the nobles in the territory will automatically become your subordinates. If you do not want these nobles to be in your territory, the empire can Territory replacement, "said Duke Ernest, confidently.
"The Harvest City is just a place of grain production. There are not too many mineral resources. It can only be regarded as an ordinary land closure. The kingdom of St. Ellis is too stingy!" Said the Duke of Stratton, mockingly.
But unlike the Duke of Stratton, Abel was in front of him. The harvest city was where his family was located. This gift of satisfaction made him 12 points of satisfaction. The mineral might be exhausted one day, but the high-quality land was Permanent wealth.
Harvest City is at the forefront of the entire holy continent, far from the war. If his fiefdom is determined to be there, plus his magic tower is built in Harry Castle, then even if there are some scattered orcs coming, it can be quickly cleared. .
"Duke Ernest, will Her Majesty Ambrose's confinement require me to go to Denan to be sealed? I may not have time to go recently!" Abel calculated the time, and now the wanted has been lifted, and he is already a formal wizard, The matter of the magic tower is on the agenda, there may be no free time for a long time.
The Duke of Ernest heard the meaning of Abel's words and couldn't help but be pleased. He said, "Master Abel, please be assured, Her Majesty Ambrose has said that if you accept this gift, then It will take effect automatically, and of course His Majesty Ambrose welcomes you to his palace at any time! "
"Congratulations, Master Abel!" The Duke of Stratton was not unusual because Abel had promised the kingdom of St. Ellis, and bowed to Abel with a smile.
"Everyone, let's raise the glass and drink for the Count of Abel!" The Duke of Ernest was very excited, he took a glass of wine and said in his hand.
"Drinking Sheng!" Everyone present picked up the glass to congratulate them.
In fact, everyone present knows that this earl is only a icing on the cake. It does not have much practical significance for Abel, but the noble idea is rooted in everyone's mind, and it is also a matter of being able to have a higher title. Very congratulatory.
"Master Abel, when can you serve me, you can't make me drunk or serve me!" Bernie screamed at this time.
"Everyone, I am rude, because my dishes are special. They must be the best when they are just prepared, so they are not served in advance. Now everyone is here. Let's serve!" Abe bowed first. Say a ritual to everyone in the audience, the last sentence is to the housekeeper who is coming in because the guests are already full.
Soon the servants began to walk in with huge plates. Today, because of the large number of people, Abel asked the kitchen to place boiled fish, sweet and sour pork tenderloin, pork rib soup, and fried steak on a large plate. Then, Let each guest take their own dishes, and steamed eggs in small bowls. Put one bowl per person on the table.
All the dishes are watched by dedicated servants, and the kitchen will be notified to make up in case of shortage.
When the servants lifted the lids on the four huge plates, a strong aroma permeated the entire hall immediately. Everyone, whether it was a wizard or aristocracy, was intoxicated.
"Master Abel, you can only have such authentic dishes here!" Lamented the senior wizard of Lorenzo.
He had once been a guest here at Abel, and had eaten in the forgotten place. Of course, he would have this sigh in comparison.
At this time, several servants came in carrying the tray. A small bowl filled with steamed eggs was placed on the tray and walked to the table. The servant carefully placed the small bowl on the table.
"You're welcome. The dishes here are made by the royal chefs of the Kingdom of Saint Polde. This level is absolutely first-rate!" Albert said with a smile.
"Master Abel, the chefs of the empire do not have this level. You are self-confident. Who knows that the dishes you create are a must in Riante City!" Said the Duke of Sterton from the kingdom of Saint Polder. .
"Master Abel, I'm welcome. I eat this steamed egg first, and every time I think of it, I can't sleep at night. Although the steamed egg in the forgotten place is also good, it is far less than your taste here! Said the senior wizard, Lorenzo, reaching for a bowl of steamed eggs and smiling.