Lord of the Oasis

　　 The hall is filled with strange atmosphere.

　　 But unusually quiet.

　　The newly arrived dozens of powerful men all looked at each other subconsciously.

　　 But in his eyes, he was afraid.

　　Especially swept the five Sarande riders to sit calmly, and Kant could make them look so honest in one sentence, all secretly staggering.

　　 Such elaborate discipline is not visible in their remote and barren North County.

　　 The scene continued to be quiet.

　　 Kant didn't say anything to continue.

　　 sits in his chair and sits in the guest's seat with Manid and five Sarand riders.

　　 They are guests.

　　 "Cough."

　　 A dry cough sounded outside the door.

Baron Dylan was walking in with the housekeeper.

　　 Looking around the strange atmosphere in the hall, and his dozen or so subordinate knights, who were so reckless, could not help but sneer.

　　 "Everyone is together, let's start." He said to the housekeeper indifferently.

　　 "Yes." The butler nodded immediately.

　　 walked out of the hall at the same time, and closed the door gently.

　　He went to prepare dinner.

Baron Dylan came to his throne and sat down.

　　 The dozen burly and strong figures on both sides bowed their heads to pay tribute to him.

　　 These are attached to the Baron Dylan, or the subordinate knights who are enrolled by him. They are the terminal forces for maintaining the entire Hard Rock Pass and this small castle. They are also the main generals in wartime.

　　 "Uncle Dylan."

　　 Kant also stood up in his place, slightly touching his chest: "I haven't seen you in a long time."

　　 His movements are very elegant.

　　 And the voice is calm, the whole person really looks like a junior who has not seen for a long time.

　　 "Yes, I haven't seen you for a long time."

　　 Baron Dylan nodded, his face indifferent, without any expression: "Also, Baron Kant, I think it is best for you to call me Baron Dylan at this time, we are the same level."

　　 This sentence has no smell of reprimand, just remind.

But 　　 immediately attracted both sides, and his vassal cavaliers laughed softly.

　　 Apparently, in their view, this is the master of his own baron lord, who gave a powerful response to the embarrassment he was deterred just now.

　　 This sentence really is not human.

　　 Even Manid's face was slightly stiff.

　　Don't say that the five Sarand riders are even more blushing.

　　 These words that almost insulted Kant, they couldn't bear it.

　　 Kant can bear.

　　 He was already dissatisfied, but for his own development, he did not care.

　　He belongs to the traverser. He doesn't think too much of the class in this world. For the so-called self-esteem and arrogance, he feels particularly ridiculous without the strength.

　　If Kant has 1,000 Swadian knights arraying outside the Rock Pass, this is probably not the case.

　　 In short, it's just a gap in strength.

　　Kant stood up.

　　 still respectfully and sincerely said: "Uncle Dylan, I still remember that the dagger you gave me when I was 6 years old as a birthday gift is still stored in my box."

　　 "Really." Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face was slightly wavy.

　　 Kant nodded and smiled, "Of course."

Seeing Baron Dylan's face loosened, Kant continued: "Uncle Dylan, I came to visit you this time, there is no good gift, I hope you will like these things."

　　 Manide next to him took out the package while pushing.

　　 is a thin linen bag with a relatively new clay pot in it.

　　 Everyone's eyes are on it, curious to know what is inside.

And Kant also lived up to the curiosity of everyone. He opened the clay pot directly, put his hands on the table, and said: "It's some fine white salt. Uncle Dylan is a baron, as long as these are as beautiful as snow. Can only match your identity."

　　After this sentence, the vassals on both sides of Baron Dylan exclaimed.

　　 They are not blind.

　　 This clay pot is about the size of a human head. If all the fine white salt is contained in it, this value will be high.

　　 This is salt that only high-ranking nobles can eat.

　　 Although these vassal knights also belong to the nobility, they can actually eat some brown and bitter salt, which is much stronger than the poor people who can't even eat salt.

　　Eat salt at least for every meal.

　　 "This gift is very expensive."

　　 Baron Dylan frowned slightly, although his face moved, but it became dignified.

　　 He looked at Kant and asked directly: "The value of such precious white salt is too high. Baron Kant, have you encountered any difficulties?"

　　 "No, Uncle Dylan, this is just my heart."

　　 Kant shook his head, still with a sincere smile.

　　I didn't reply to my inquiry. Baron Dylan snorted and nodded, "Then thank you for your gift. If you have any difficulties, you can ask me to help you solve it."

　　 Kant was slightly lowered: "Thank you very much."

　　 happened, the servants brought dinner.

　　 is also a common dish, and even the quality is slightly worse than the food in the sentry oasis.

　　 Grilled pork, grilled sausages, grilled Asuka.

　　 Chickpea stewed lamb, cabbage soup, and unlimited light beer.

　　Everyone has such a plate in front of them, and these foods are also in the wooden bowl.

　　 Finally, a plate of salt was distributed by the housekeeper himself.

"let's start."

　　Baron Dylan announced the start of dinner.

　　 Suddenly, the dozen or so vassal knights gobbled up and started eating and drinking.

　　Knights who only know **** don't have any manners and etiquette. Those knights of noble origin only pay attention to things. The knights promoted from the civilians' military merits never pay attention to this.

　　Sometimes they lack money, they also guest robbers to rob the caravan.

　　The fundamental meaning of knight is synonymous with force, not philanthropist.

　　 Eat and drink, the atmosphere of the whole dinner is very strange.

　　 The chat that was supposed to be talking and laughing was ended in such a quiet and swallowing voice.

From beginning to end, Baron Dylan didn't even say much.

　　Occasionally communicate, and also say something to his own vassals, usually without a few words, the atmosphere of the entire dinner is extremely stiff and frozen, leaving the butler waiting next to him with cold sweats covering his forehead.

　　 After dinner.

　　 dessert was also delivered.

　　 is made from wild apples in the Sanvaia Mountains, cooked and poured with honey.

　　 If it says taste, at least Kant eats very hard.

　　 Manid made eye contact with Kant throughout the journey, and they all understood the other party's thoughts, that is, to wait for the dinner to end.

　　 In fact, Baron Dylan thought so too.

　　The dinner finally ended.

　　 Those rude vassal knights thanked and left.

　　 But before leaving, they drank a pale beer and their faces were reddish, and many people looked at Kant provocatively, even if the cold eyes of the Sarand rider were not afraid.

　　 There are even a few knights, looking at the exquisite Sarand chain mail under the robe of the Sarand rider.

　　In the Principality of the Lions, a set of all-iron equipment is not cheap.

　　 And a set of armor that can save life on the battlefield is the goal that all soldiers and knights pursue together, but in addition to the rich and rich aristocracy, a group of sable knights from the civilian class can not get these.

The villages in 　　 can only support their daily lives.

　　 Barren land cannot produce too much food and cash crops for them to squander.

　　 "Baron Kant, say, what's the matter with me?"

　　 Wait for everyone to leave~www.readwn.com~ Baron Dylan didn't wait for the servants to clean up, and then said: "Is it your territory that has encountered the attack of the jackals again, would you like me to help defeat them?"

Baron Dylan preemptively looked at Kant and said: "But you must know that I am not a Hobson Knight from Lion's Castle. I want to invite me to help you solve the crisis of the jackals. No way."

　　 Kant smiled: "No, Uncle Dylan, I just remember, your wife, is the daughter of a businessman?"

　　 Baron Dylan's face became embarrassed. His wife did not belong to the noble family, but belonged to the businessman. In the orthodox aristocratic circle, he was a kind of laughing stock. Although he was Baron Wufu, he still had the status of noble.

　　 Sneered, Baron Dylan said: "Baron Kant, do you want to use your noble blood to humiliate me?"

　　 "No no no."

With a sincere smile on Kant's face, he looked at this ruthless Dylan Baron, but said softly: "I don't have a jackal crisis or humiliation, just want to start a fight with you, Uncle Dylan. Long-term trade."

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