Naturally, a group of nobles had no right to bring them to meet the local lord, a baron of Erouine.
Although Brando called himself 'Viscount Stetingen', a noble from the North, and the seal that Roen forged for him was even more exquisite and authentic than the one issued by the Parliament of Nobles. However, nobles had their own pride, and it was necessary for both parties to wait for a while.
The streets of Firburh were spread out in a net, the tiles of the ochre terracotta of the South, so that the vermilion roofs looked down upon them -- and the Baron's castle was in the centre of them all. There was an inn called 'The Valiant Fist' in the center of the city, and they could see the tall spires of the castle. Since Anson's time, humans had often built castles like this.
In the Wilderness, humans relied on castles and fortresses to defend against the attacks of beasts, monsters, and barbarians.
After Brando and the rest had their meal in the inn, Baron Graudin's formal invitation arrived. Under the guidance of a group of nobles' private soldiers, they entered the castle. However, there was no good banquet. The moment they entered the castle gate, the first thing they saw were two rows of elite guards in heavy armor, holding long halberds in their hands, and standing in neat rows. They were expressionless.
Brando looked around and thought to himself, 'What an ostentatious display. It's obvious that they're trying to show us who's boss.' 'What's so funny is that we've even seen the Ancient Guards of the Silver Elves before.
The young man ignored them and walked past them. A burly man with a scar on his face flashed out from the side. The moment he appeared, he reached out to grab Brendel's shoulder, as if he wanted to make him stay. Unfortunately, before he could do so, his wrist was grabbed by the red-haired girl behind Brando. Her amber eyes stared at him as if he was her prey. She said coldly.
"Move."
With a tug of her hand, Scarlet had already tossed the instructor out like a sandbag. Everyone heard a muffled sound, followed by a low howl of pain.
"Stop him!"
The two rows of heavily armored soldiers' faces changed, and they immediately blocked the young man's path. They wanted to stop the young man who didn't stop, but the reality was cruel. Brando moved forward. As soon as these people touched him, they were immediately sent flying.
It was as if they had not encountered a gentlemanly young noble, but a giant dragon.
Strength 70, Upper Silver. If it was during Anson's era, Brando would be a member of the Kingdom's Young Knight Regiment. As long as he took this step, he would be able to enter the core of power in the upper circle. However, since he was born in a chaotic world, this path was different.
But it would definitely press forward.
Brando moved forward. For a moment, the courtyard was filled with a series of clattering noises. The heavily armored guards fell back and fell into a pile. However, the young man didn't even look at the wailing fellows lying on the ground. He walked straight to the second gate of the castle.
The door was tightly shut. Perhaps the person who was about to open the door for him was lying on the ground, groaning. But it didn't matter. Since no one opened the door for him, Brando kicked the door open without hesitation. He remembered that this was how he entered the guild's meeting hall in the past.
There was a loud bang, and an empty hall appeared in front of him.
… …
"Oh my, how rude!"
Behind one of the arched windows in the castle, a middle-aged man in a long robe lifted a corner of the curtain and looked at the scene below with interest. Even though he was sighing, his greenish-grey eyes glinted with a cold light. He held a goblet in his hand. In the goblet, there was a clear red liquid that resembled blood. The middle-aged man shook his wrist, causing the edges of the liquid to undulate and change, overlapping with the edges of the goblet.
If Brando was here, he would have recognized the man's unique aquiline nose. It was as if he was a descendant of the Dener family, and only then could he have such a gloomy face. The middle-aged man's eyes were sunken, and his skin was pale and sickly like all nobles. His eyes lacked vitality, but his beard was full of vitality.
"He's at least a Silver-ranked warrior, about twenty years old." Graudin stroked his slightly curly goatee and asked: "What do you think?"
A tall man behind him shook his head: "He didn't use his full strength. That red-haired girl isn't simple either. But if you want to fight, it's fifty-fifty. It's best if you don't fight. "
"Of course," Graudin raised his goblet and clinked it against the glass window, making a light tinkling sound: "You know my name, yet you still dare to be so arrogant. You must have some background. But I still have to teach you a lesson. Let's mind our own business. "
He put down the curtain and turned around: "What about the matter I asked you to do?"
The man bowed slightly: "I sent someone out this morning. If there are no accidents, they should be back in the evening."
"That's good." Graudin threw the goblet out of his hand, and it landed beside a dead woman on the bed. Crimson red liquid splashed out from the goblet and seeped into the fabric of the carpet. The already dark red carpet became even darker.
"This is my father's request. Make sure it's done perfectly."
He was thinking about when the old man would decide on his successor, but to his disappointment, Count Randner seemed to have become more shrewd as he got older. Otherwise, he would have poisoned all his brothers to death a long time ago.
[Those fools.]
He thought to himself.
… …
In the middle of the hall, there was a chandelier made of dark red crystal. It was so exquisite that it was almost luxurious. There were runes in the crystal, so it was obviously a magical item. The decoration style of the dome was derived from the religious trend of the Ansen era. From top to bottom, there were celestial bodies, legends, and scriptures of saints. At the bottom, there were a hundred and eighty pillars that symbolized the hundred and eighty constellations.
When Brando saw Graudin, both of them sat at opposite ends of a long table in the middle of the hall. Graudin sat under the Dagger Throne, while Brando sat under the Witch King Throne, which was the only constellation in the south.
Other than Graudin's Knight, most of the guests were local nobles. Most of them were Graudin's right-hand men, with the exception of a few who were titled nobles after the Corvado Dynasty. But Brando knew that Graudin's most trusted aides were not here. Those people were either hiding their heads and showing their tails, or they were simply helping him rule a region.
Even though Tónigel was not big, it contained more than twenty territories of various sizes. Each territory was ruled by a loyal retainer, and it was a tradition in Wohnde to divide the land layer by layer.
After the two parties exchanged pleasantries, the baron announced the start of the banquet. The purpose of the banquet was naturally to welcome the so-called 'Viscount Tingen'.
The dishes served by the servants were sumptuous, but Brando and the rest ate like they were chewing wax. Scarlet and the Nightsong Tiger did not even have the mood to eat. Amandina did not show it on her face, but she was nervous to death.
She did not know how carefree Brando and the Roman were to be able to taste every dish on the table. She frowned as she looked at the dishes on the table. She was not in the mood to eat.
During the banquet, the baron noticed the expression on the noble lady's face. His expression changed slightly as he asked, "What's the matter? Does this young lady think that I have been a bad host?"
The hall was silent.
Amandina's heart skipped a beat, but she raised her head and calmly nodded: "My lord and mistress are unable to speak due to their statuses, but as a retainer, I have no qualms. To be honest, these things are a little too common —"
[Good job! She really did see through my act.] Brendel thought to himself, [Good job! Good job!] But her words were too good, and it was like a slap to Graudin's face. Even though he was not a good person, he could not refute her words.
He was a lord, and it was not good for him to argue with a retainer, let alone a woman.
Graudin only smiled faintly, while the others kept quiet out of fear. The middle-aged man stared at Brando with his sunken eyes, and Brando looked back at him with a belligerent gaze. Right now, he was playing the role of a domineering, arrogant young aristocrat. Young nobles like him could be found everywhere in Erouine, and it was because they were ordinary that they did not attract suspicion.
According to the cripple, even if Viscount Tingen himself came to check the documents, he would first suspect himself, not Brando, of being a fake.
"This is the best. Even in the Braggs, no, in the south, you won't be able to find a better craftsmanship than this. I spent a lot of money on it, and it will guarantee you a smooth journey. "That was how the man boasted.
Graudin's face showed a gentle smile: "My lord, you came from the north, and I'm sure you're not used to the weather in the south?"
When he spoke, he changed the topic.
"To a Knight of the kingdom, a change in climate is nothing. As for those who can't even endure this little bit of hardship, I don't think they deserve to be called nobles. " Brendel replied mercilessly. But he felt that this image was more in line with his nature. [Is it possible that I'm actually a domineering person in my subconscious?]
Everyone in the hall was stunned. This was a slap in the face again and again, and they could not help but wonder who this young man was.
Graudin was the only one with a smile on his face. His expression was so perfect that it was commendable. He smiled and said: "Young people can't be compared to us old bones, but it doesn't matter if you don't like the food. I have a gift for all of you."
[Gift?]
Brando was startled. [What's this guy up to again?] In fact, he wanted to scare Graudin and leave as soon as possible. His territory was just a few feet away, and it would not be too late to find trouble with him later.
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