Quentin did not doubt Roddy's words, but was interested in his identity. He asked, "Then what are you doing here? Are you here to help Lord Duke? "
Roddy looked at Angmar who was chatting away in the crowd, and did not answer Quentin's question directly. Instead, he asked, "Let me ask you a question. If you continue to support Duke, your family may be the next to be besieged. You may lose everything, even your life. Under such a threat, aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid? I'm not afraid! "
Quentin shook his head in disdain, but he did not hide the worry in his eyes. It was obvious that he was just saying those words to save face.
But after shaking his head, Quentin continued, "My father said that to see if a family name can survive, it depends on their attitude towards their people. Those guys think that Duke's' stationing troops at the border 'is meaningless, but when the orcs and the revenants came, who stopped them? It was Duke's troops and sentries! "
"When the crisis appeared, they dragged their feet, and when it was over, they bragged about it. They only know how to take credit for themselves, and never mention Lord Duke's efforts …"
Quentin made a face of disgust and curled his lips, completely disdainful of being associated with them. "I know what Duke did was right, and what those guys did was wrong. If that's the case, why should I support those guys whose brains are full of shit?"
Roddy was a little surprised by Quentin's outlook on life. 'Unity of action and knowledge' was easier said than done. He thought that Quentin would come up with countless excuses, but he did not expect his reason to be so 'simple'.
Quentin seemed to want to say something, but when he looked up, he saw two figures walking towards him. His expression changed, and he cursed to himself, "This is really never-ending!"
Roddy also heard the footsteps, and slowly turned around to see two children of the same age as Quentin. The boy had some freckles on his face, and a plump figure. The girl's appearance was a trademark, but a low-cut dress that pretended to be mature was not suitable for her age.
"Quentin, what's with running away when we can't win? Who are you still counting on to save the situation? That Captain Roddy? Or Sodelor? "
The little fatty pointed his spear at Quentin as soon as he came up, completely ignoring Roddy. When the girl next to him saw Roddy, her eyes lit up. She coughed lightly and greeted politely, "Nice to meet you. I'm Lucy. May I ask who you are …"
"He's a guest from the Medici Clan. He's not interested in you."
Quentin didn't care about the girl's feelings at all, and said to Lucy very harshly, "Don't put on an act, your small family is not worthy of the Medici family."
In fact, the Kingdom of Karen did not have a "Medici" family that Roddy had made up. Quentin was just exaggerating. Children always did not have a draft when they were bragging. It was enough to hit the other party.
Lucy was also fourteen years old. Although most nobles were already engaged at this age, as an unmarried noblewoman, she still felt a little embarrassed to be mocked like this. Her cheeks turned red, and she retorted angrily, "What does it have to do with you? I don't like you! If your father goes on like this, the decline of the family will happen sooner or later! "
"You're with Quentin?"
The little fatty was the Basta that Quentin said made him "wash the toilet after the family falls." He was not tall at the age of thirteen. He looked at Roddy, who was two heads taller than him, and the hostility in his eyes was not concealed at all. Of course, half of it was because of Lucy's attitude towards Roddy.
"No, I'm not with Quentin."
Roddy smiled. The provocation and hostility of children were not even child's play in his eyes, so he did not even have any extra emotional fluctuations.
Quentin was a little stunned by his words, and then he heard Roddy continue, "I'm with you, so I don't have to participate in your struggle, right?"
The children looked at each other. This unconventional way of playing cards made them not know how to respond for a while. After three seconds, Basta simply chose to ignore Roddy and continued to taunt Quentin, "Coward, you just said that the Duke's army is not afraid of threats, but now? Do you think Wellington or Titus is coming? They can't even deal with their own matters, so how can they come to the Duke's rescue? "
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, trying to put on an aggressive look, and continued, "Let me tell you, even if that Captain Roddy you admire the most comes back to life, there is still no way to reverse the situation now! My father and the private soldiers brought by the lords add up to a thousand people, even if the Dukes Of Angmar want to make a move now, there is no way they can do anything! "
This made Roddy, who was next to him, laugh. It seemed that he could always hear his name in other people's mouths these days, this feeling was quite subtle. He asked Quentin a little strangely, "You admire Captain Roddy? Why? "
"Because what he does is more meaningful than these bastards!"
The mention of this matter seemed to make Quentin more excited, he shouted at Basta with a loud voice, "When Captain Roddy was killing the undead, what was your family doing? When he went to the border to provide support, what was your family doing? Logically speaking, according to the distance, your father's private soldiers should have reached Sola's Sentry Post earlier, but in the end? Your father found a bunch of bullsh * t excuses, and only left the territory at the end of January when the news of the end of the battle spread … With this kind of behavior, you still have the face to call me a coward? "
Not to be outdone, Basta quarreled with him, and Roddy felt that there was no need to mediate, so he took a step back and turned his attention to the hall. The Dukes Of Angmar had already finished talking with Quentin's father, and at this time, the smile on his face had already disappeared, and he turned to face the few lords who had been going against him since a long time ago …
For Roddy, the main show of this banquet had now officially begun.
While he was squinting his eyes and thinking about these questions, the noble girl next to him, Lucy, had been staring at him for a full two or three seconds. To be honest, compared to Quentin and Basta who were arguing with each other, Roddy was like an anomaly. His imposing manner … was quite lethal to young girls in the prime of their youth.
Rody, who used to be an otaku, did not have much of an 'imposing manner' in real life. The only impression he gave when he walked on the street was that he was' listless' and 'chronically sleep-deprived'. However, after staying in this world for a year, Rody had completely transformed.
Although Lucy didn't know what Roddy had experienced, she had some curiosity in her heart. Seeing that the two people over there were arguing more and more fiercely, she simply came to Roddy's side and said in a chatty tone, "For a person who is already dead, they have been arguing over and over again many times, and I can't stop them."
Her words were not credible, but Roddy was too lazy to take it seriously. He just nodded, "Oh … It's normal to have differences, but is that dead guy very important?"
"You mean Roddy? His deeds are amazing. To be honest, I think Captain Roddy was just born at the wrong time, and after all, he can't escape his destined fate. " Lucy said with a smile and made a face, "But my father always thinks that he is the scourge of the territory, an ambitious schemer who wants to use Miss Sally to rise …"
Roddy raised his eyebrows and then felt relieved. According to the general means of power struggle in this era, directly taking down Sally was indeed the fastest and easiest way to expand his power. This was far easier than taking down a powerful but empty Elsen City.
"My father thinks that he is very tricky and the biggest obstacle to Efta's development … but I really want to meet this captain. I heard that he is more powerful than Wellington and Knight Titus."
It could be seen that Lucy was the kind of girl who longed for "romance". The way she looked at the problem had little to do with politics. She just liked the rebellious feeling of "otherworldliness" in Roddy.
"Have you participated in the war? I see a mark on your cheek. Is that a sword wound? "
Lucy couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked a few questions in a row. But before Roddy could answer, Quentin and Basta next to him were on the verge of losing control of their emotions because of the quarrel, and there were faint signs of a fight. Roddy smiled at Lucy, walked over and patted the two on the shoulder, separating them from the "fighting cock" state.
Roddy was not interested in persuading them to improve their relationship. He just didn't want accidents to interrupt the original plan. So looking at Quentin and Basta who were panting and red-eyed, he said bluntly, "There are many ways to persuade others. Compared to suppressing everything with a loud voice … those who make the whole world quiet down and listen to their whispers are actually more formidable."
He looked up at the moonlight above his head and said, "I still have something to do. I'll go first. You guys take your time."
The atmosphere of the banquet gradually became better. Amidst the music of the band, the elegant dancing nobles quickly blocked Roddy's figure. And the words he left behind made the three young boys and girls stand there thoughtfully for a long time …
"Which family is the Medici family? What's his name? "
Basta frowned and muttered. Quentin recalled all the conversations he had after meeting Roddy. He felt that the other party seemed to be far from as simple as he thought. So he trotted into the hall, thinking of carefully asking the other party's "details".
Lucy and Basta wanted to follow Quentin's footsteps, but at this moment, the hall suddenly became strangely quiet. The nobles who were dancing, holding their glasses, and whispering gradually turned their heads and collectively looked at the few figures in the center of the hall.
It seemed that the Dukes Of Angmar and the few nobles … had fallen into an unprecedented stalemate.
And while they were guessing whether this was a "showdown" between the two parties, no one noticed the figure of Roddy strolling into the center of the hall.
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