West of Graycastle, north of Longsong Stronghold.
Sir Schilt sat by the fireplace with a serious look on his face.
Yesterday evening, after Miso Schilt left the mansion, there was no news of him, and he did not return until the next morning.
He had a bad feeling in his heart.
Recently, Miso had been very close to several big families in the Western Region, and the Honeysuckle Family, which was in charge of Stronghold, had also released the news that His Highness planned to integrate the Western Region. At that time, all territories would adopt the same law, and at the same time, the great nobles' power of enfeoffment would be taken back, which meant that they could not expand their own lower nobles, nor could they recruit a Knight to fight for them.
As for small nobles like Schilt, it did not have much impact, and even had a lot of benefits. After all, according to the news, as long as they were loyal to His Highness, they would be rewarded handsomely. So at this time, the small nobles became the most stable group. Whether His Highness' reform plan was successful or not, they could accept it.
So the wisest thing to do was to wait and see.
But Miso Schilt did not think so.
"Master, the attendant who went out to look for the second young master has returned," the butler said as he pushed open the door of Sir's study.
"How is it, did you find him?"
"No," the butler shook his head, "I have searched the taverns, casinos, theaters, and brothels in Stronghold, but still did not find any trace of the young master."
Sir Schilt was a little anxious. The people who were sent to look for Miso were divided into two groups. The first group went to the small noble territories nearby. Most of them were Knight enfeoffed by Duke Ryan, and their status was equivalent to their own family, so Miso often went to these territories to attend some parties and dinners.
The second group went to the entertainment places in Stronghold, which were also popular places for young nobles.
Seeing that both groups of people returned empty-handed, Sir's bad feeling became stronger and stronger.
He got up and walked to the window, looking to the east of the territory. After crossing two territories of Sir, it was the territory of the Elk family, which was also the largest Earl territory in the Western Region. Ever since the fall of the Duke Of Ryan and the Pérot of the Honeysuckle Family had completely sided with Prince Roland, the Elk Family had vaguely become the leader of the resistance against the prince.
Damn it, Miso couldn't have gone there, right …
"Master, Second Young Master is back!" Suddenly, a servant ran into the study. "He's changing in the hall. It seems like he's about to leave."
"What!" Sir immediately grabbed the crutch beside him, ignoring the butler's dissuasion, and quickly walked downstairs.
As soon as he stepped into the hall, Schilt suddenly felt a buzz in his head. He saw Miso take off his thick coat and change into a thin, soft leather coat. In front of him was a set of shiny Knight armor. The two subordinates were currently bustling about, preparing the final steps of putting on the armor.
"Where did you go yesterday?" The old Sir could not help shouting. "What are you going to do now?"
"Father, here's our chance," Miso said excitedly. "The chance to be promoted from the lowest Knight to the Baron... or even the Viscount!"
Schilt felt his blood boiling. "Who told you that?"
"Sir Jacques Medde, he brought His Majesty's secret order!"
"Oh no!" Schilt could not help but take two steps back, his heart sinking to the bottom. Jacques Medde was the eldest son of the Elk Family, not to mention that the new King Timothy was involved. Everyone knew that the enemy Timothy wanted to eradicate the most was Roland Wimbledon, who was in charge of the Western Region.
The last thing he wanted to happen had happened, and it seemed to be more serious than he had imagined.
"You... what on earth did you hear?"
"Sir Medde summoned most of the nobles of the Western Region to his castle and announced His Majesty's handwritten document, which stated that as long as they helped him capture Longsong Stronghold, everyone's title and territory would be promoted by one level!" Miso seemed still immersed in the grand scene. "Lady Miriam of the Wild Rose Family, Lord Cavan of the Maple Family, and Lord Reminoa of the Wolf Family all put their fingerprints on the document without hesitation and swore to serve His Majesty. The rest of the nobles and Knight also decided to follow the four big families and remove the Honeysuckle Family's rule over Longsong Stronghold! "
"How stupid! How could the four big families make a decision on the spot just because of a document?" Sir sighed inwardly. "Did you forget that when the Duke Of Ryan was still the Guardian of the Western Region, these people were perfunctory about the edict of Wimbledon III? When did they change their temperament and become so loyal? "
There was only one answer. This was a complete drama. The purpose was to make the small nobles who participated in the gathering believe in the good situation and encourage them to become the vanguard of this undercurrent. The specific plan was probably started several months ago. By now, the four big families had probably already determined the division of benefits after the victory.
Schilt opened his mouth, but he couldn't say what he thought. Miso Schilt was not the First Son Filin, so some dissuasion had no effect on him.
"Where are you going with this armor?" The old Sir asked after a moment of silence.
"To win honor and status." Miso put on the steel breastplate. "Even if the Light Of Dawn becomes the First Knight of the Western Region, he will only be honored. But I will be honored for the whole family, father. When the dust settles, you will find that I am no worse than my brother. "
"If Timothy can completely defeat Roland, you are right. But the new King's army is still far away in King's City, while His Highness Roland is close at hand."
"Have you forgotten how the Duke Of Ryan was destroyed?" Schilt said in a low voice.
"This time, it's different. His Majesty the King has shipped a batch of snow powder weapons, the same as the ones used by Prince Roland before. I heard from Sir Medde that there are more powerful ones to come … Without the advantage of weapons, can I still recapture Longsong Stronghold?" Miso put the long sword on his waist and nodded to his father. "The battle will begin soon. Please wait for my good news here."
Looking at his second son's back, Schilt threw his crutch to the ground.
"Master, you … don't want to stop him?" The butler came up to support the trembling old Sir and asked worriedly.
"It is easy to stop him, but I am afraid that the family will be destroyed." He slowly shook his head. A noble who attended the "rebellion" meeting did not go to the attack site as agreed. What did this mean for the four families? Whether it was the crime of escaping or defecting, it could lead to the death of the Schilt family.
"Think on the bright side. What if the four families win?" The butler comforted him. "After all, the Months of Demons will not end so soon. I am afraid it will be two or three months before the snow melts. By the time the 4th Prince's army arrives, the King's army may have already surrounded the Western Region. "
If it was before, he might really think so. But since his trip to Border Town, Sir had a completely different view of His Highness Roland. Not to mention that his eldest son Filin Schilt and his family's benefactor, Lady Agatha, both lived in Border Town.
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