Chapter 169: .Celebrated Athletic Conference

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"The cunning merchants of South County."
Baron Dylan looked somber: "If I meet them again, I swear I will hang them!"
As a baron of real power, he certainly is qualified to say so.
More qualified to do so.
The legal provisions of the Principality of the Lions make it clear that if a businessman dares to defraud the noble, or coaxes the noble, he can directly hang the merchant on the gallows after being arrested. As long as the fraud is true, no trial is necessary.
As Baron Dylan became angry, the atmosphere in the Lord's Hall cooled down.
No one will be happy that they have bought fakes.
Still second-hand scrap used by others!
Chairs on both sides of the long table.
The vassals of the vassals that belonged to the Hard Rock Pass and obeyed Baron Dylan's instructions had a similarly bad face.
Some of them even had some humiliating redness on their cheeks.
They hadn't seen the market in the first place, and they once praised the workmanship because of this beeswax candle. It seemed how knowledgeable they were, but now it was exposed by Kant from the real top aristocracy, and his cheeks were particularly hot.
This is tantamount to becoming the most humble villager they usually despise.
As a knight, a noble noble reserve.
They don't think they can compare with those who are hungry, only the merchants who know the silver coins can be compared, so they are extremely angry and angry, and they can't handle the treacherous South County businessmen.
"Uncle Dylan, these are some candles."
Kant seemed to perceive the chilled 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 in South County can't come again, but for them, they have lost the rich nobles who can buy real beeswax candles. ."
But Baron Dylan was still angry: "My silver coins don't want to give this group of hanged bastards."
"Do not be angry."
Kant shrugged, only slightly dissuaded.
The baron of Hard Rock Pass is indeed qualified to do so.
But this can't be the case.
Because behind the merchants in the Principality of the Lion, how could there be no aristocratic power.
Just as Baron Dylan has a caravan from his wife's family as a tool to gather money, the nobles and minors of the South County have already formed unspoken rules, which are basically the backstage of the merchants of the South County, otherwise how dare these merchants dare to deceive The aristocracy, or the real power baron Dylan, if not courageous, is extremely hard in the background.
Baron Dylan complained for a while, and Kant listened at the same time.
Seeming to be aware of his inadequacy, Baron Dylan suddenly realized: "We haven't started dinner yet? Blame me, I almost forgot about this matter, mainly because the merchants in South County are so abominable." Said clapping with him quickly : "Serve."
The servants already prepared by the wall immediately served dinner.
Roasted fat quail, roasted antelope tails, and sliced ​​and cheese-coated white bread, plus a glass of ale, desserts are boiled apples with ale and wrapped in honey paste, and a rich milk soup with various condiments.
Very hearty dinner.
After serving, the servants quickly stepped back and waited a short distance again.
The smell of food permeated the hall.
Kant also praised: "Thank you for your hospitality, this is really a hearty dinner."
"Prepared in a hurry, I hope it meets your appetite."
Baron Dylan reached out with a smile, and said to Kant: "Thanks to you, our food level can be improved. Otherwise, with the profiteers of the South County, every time they come to trade, we will search all the big silver coins we have worked hard for. Clean, you used to be the youngest son of Grand Duke Cameron in South County. You absolutely know that the businessmen are so greedy."
"Yeah, they are greedy." Kant bowed his head unnaturally.
There seemed to be some depression on his face, but his voice was somewhat hated: "To be honest, I don't like them very much."
The words are pointed.
The expression of Baron Dylan froze slightly.
Immediately understood, quickly explained: "Oh, little Kant, sorry, I shouldn't say this."
He is apologizing for his speech.
"No, it doesn't matter, Uncle Dylan. This is true after all. I also don't like those guys." Kant shrugged and smiled on his face, and said to Baron Dylan: "But anyway, you can take care of me, and indeed let I am very touched."
"It should be." Baron Dylan nodded and smiled.
The welcoming dinner officially started.
The topics on both sides also tended to be normal, but the atmosphere was joyous.
But most of them were talking about Baron Dylan and Kant. The more than 20 vassal knights on both sides of the long table and the 10 riders brought by Sarande were silently eating their own food and listening to their conversations. background.
The night is getting darker.
The candles on the candlesticks in the hall of the lord have been replaced with new ones.
As the food is eaten into debris, the dinner is about to end.
"It is pleasure to chat with you."
Baron Dylan laughed and looked very good.
"Me too." Kant bowed his head and smiled.
The topic of the two ended in praising each other. After all, Kant is also a modern traverser. Several praising without leaving traces, as well as pretending curious inquiries, made Baron Dylan talk more lively.
Conversation is not lively or lively.
Timely praise and inquiries can make the atmosphere fiery.
Of course the dinner is coming to an end.
Baron Dylan swept across the 10 Sarande riders sitting on both sides of Kant, with a smile in his eyes, asked: "Little Kant, are these 10 brave men who protect you are the vassals that follow you?"
"Oh, they are the ones who protect me." Kant replied with a smile, "but not a knight."
"Oh? I'm curious."
Baron Dylan still smiled and asked Kant: "They have a very strong physique, and they have completely reached the level of knights. Is it that such a talent has not yet been enrolled and has become a knight with a village?"
"There are no villages in the Naron Desert." Kant shrugged, 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, where it is real. Barren."
"Naron Desert, no, I've been there."
Baron Dylan had a bit of memory on his face: "Ten years ago, your father, Grand Duke Cameron took us to annihilate the tribe of jackals, that is, the sentry oasis." Said, too, on his face A bit dignified: "The battlefield lasted for 2 weeks, and we came back. The environment there was really too bad. To maintain the supply line of 2,000 cavalry, we must keep up with the scale of the war with the Silver Plate Kingdom."
Kant nodded, his tone still lost: "Yes, there is simply hell."
"I understand." Baron Dylan said, "Kant, you can stay at the Pass of Hard Rock. No one will say anything. In the desert of Naron, no one except the beast like the jackal is willing to That survives."
Kant shook his head and said: "There are my people."
But there was some emotion on his face. Looking at Baron Dylan, he still sighed softly: "I also have my own escort. Although there are not many people, they are resistant to the attacks of the small stocks of jackals. It’s a question.
The tone was slightly hesitant, and he also languished.
What’s more, I promised my father to become the lord of the Naron Desert, instead of hiding in a rocky pass, like a tortoise swimming in the River Neston. Shrink your head when you have any difficulties."
"It's a terrific ambition." Baron Dylan seemed very happy and nodded to the vassal knights on both sides of the long table. "He reminded me of Princess Sofia. Do you know that when I followed the princess, her character?" It’s very tough."
The vassals nodded awkwardly.
Especially the vassal knights who ran to in the last two years, kept their heads down.
Princess Sofia is a taboo subject in the Principality of the Lions, that is, the remote Rock Pass, the baron Dylan who once followed Princess Sofia can speak unbridled.
They are just little knights, where dare to talk nonsense.
Kant looked at Baron Dylan sincerely, as if he had found a confidant, and said with a touch of emotion: "Thank you for your understanding, Uncle Dylan, which filled my heart with motivation."
"If you encounter any difficulties, please come to me!" Baron Dylan patted his chest, and his tone did not shy away. "When I followed Princess Sofia, I was still a cavalry. When you were not born, I was just for your mother's Fight with loyalty and draw a long sword!"
"Thank you very much." Kant's face was touched.
Baron Dylan nodded with a smile~EbookFREE.me~ is like a real elder.
The two discussed some warm topics.
Through the harmonious atmosphere, Baron Dylan also said to Kant: "Little Kant, I will arrange a small-scale sports meeting in the afternoon after the banquet at noon tomorrow. After all, our North County does not have too many entertainment activities. The convening of the conference is just when you come here, the welcome ceremony of my uncle."
His words fell, and the vassals of the vassals on the side immediately expressed a sense of joy.
Many people whispered.
Athletic conferences are also activities that are popular with the Principality of the Lions, and the top titles that can be won are also helpful to their reputation. If there are nobles who want to conquer knights, they will also consider these reputations.
After all, it can become the first place in the sports meeting, and the military force is definitely not low.
As long as they show proper loyalty, it is easy to gain the favor of the nobles.
In the barren North County, the last sports meeting was held in Virgo, North County, two years ago, at Rogburg, where he ruled. At that time, the grand situation attracted the attention of the entire North County.
It is said that the first knight already has 3 villages as Caiyi.
No wonder these vassal knights are not ready to move.
Kant naturally understands the significance of the congress, with a moving expression on his face, said to Baron Dylan: "Uncle Dylan, is this too wasteful, and the cost of the congress is not small, even if it is a small-scale competition If there is no 500 large silver coins, it is estimated that it will not be opened."
"Small scale." Baron Dylan nodded with a smile, as if appreciated by Kant: "It is your guards, and my vassal knights, which are limited to our solid rock pass and will not invite lords from other places."
"That's really thankful." Kant was even more moved.