The baroness' afternoon tea party was held in the banquet hall of the viscount's mansion.
As a matter of fact, the banquet hall was the meeting hall of the viscount's family that had been passed down for generations. Since Aïtantin's era, many matters related to the Land of Sicar originated from the banquet hall.
Many of them even affected the whole Northern Land.
However, it was the first time the baroness used the banquet hall in the name of afternoon tea.
During the summer, the nobles would usually choose to have afternoon tea in the garden, enjoying the breeze while enjoying tea and snacks, and during the winter, they would choose a study room or a recreation room as the venue.
Choosing the study room meant that they were of the same generation or receiving the elders.
The recreation room was for the younger generation.
The choice of tea and snacks was also very particular.
The whole process was extremely complicated, so the baroness liked to stay in her bedroom and read books most of the time.
This time around, when she was forced to step up, she braced herself, clenched her teeth, and her heart was extremely anxious.
She was worried that she would be questioned.
She was also worried that she would be suspected.
She was not good at these kinds of things.
However, the situation was much better than she expected.
At least, from the moment she walked into the banquet hall, although everyone was looking at her, their gazes weren't sharp, instead, they were very polite.
Huu!
The baroness heaved a breath of relief, maintaining her noble smile as she glanced over everyone.
She then walked towards the main seat.
The afternoon tea party might seem like a casual chat, but it actually had a very clear hierarchy.
Especially at this time of the day, everyone's seat and attire were very clear.
Especially at this time of the day, everyone's seat and attire were very clear.
The closer one was to the main seat, the higher their position.
The higher their position, the more extravagant their attire.
However, the baroness was an exception.
She didn't choose a fluffy dress like the other noble ladies, instead choosing men's attire. She wore a pair of white pants, a neat black suit on her upper body, and a hat that belonged to a equestrian master. Her black boots wrapped her calves perfectly, and other than a ruby brooch pinned to her chest, she didn't have any other accessories. Her gait was as neat as a man's.
All of these were arranged by Bloody Mary.
It needed the real owner of the Land of Sicar.
Therefore, it did not mind using some small tricks to subtly influence the people around it.
Therefore, when the crowd looked at the baroness, they felt like it was the first time they truly got to know her. It felt like they were looking at a veteran general.
As expected of the Viscount's sister.
He usually hid it because the viscount was too dazzling!
This thought made the guests even more cautious.
They knew what the viscount should do at this time.
As for those who didn't know?
There was no need to know, Bloody Mary had cleaned them up a long time ago. Those who were able to come here were all reasonable people, at least on the surface.
What did he think?
There was no need for that.
Bloody Mary only needed them to be respectful on the surface.
Time would let these people know how correct their choice was.
Bloody Mary was very confident about that.
Not only to himself, but also to his boss.
Hiding in the corner, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up into a smile.
The baroness, who had been searching for Bloody Mary in secret, coincidentally found it at that moment. When she saw the smile on Bloody Mary's face, she thought it was an encouragement for her.
The anxiety in her heart vanished right away.
"Good afternoon, Master."
The baroness sat in the master seat, half of her body bathed in the warm sunlight. Her delicate and mature face looked like it was glowing, instantly attracting everyone's attention.
"Before the tea party begins, I hope everyone will mourn for my brother and the people who passed away."
Said the baroness in a sorrowful tone.
The baroness was very respectful towards her elder brother.
Even though she didn't have any feelings for him, she knew if it wasn't for her brother, she wouldn't have lived for so long.
After losing her husband, she was still young and fertile, plus she inherited Baron Nord's assets. If her brother was a little more ruthless, he could have tossed her away as a bargaining chip. There would have been people willing to take over her, even the big nobles of Aïtantin Castle. These big nobles didn't mind marrying a widow because of the generous dowry.
As a matter of fact, it happened before.
However, the viscount rejected the proposal.
Therefore, the baroness was grateful to the viscount's brother.
As the baroness spoke, everyone in the hall started to show sorrow on their faces.
Be real.
It didn't matter if he was pretending.
A few minutes later, when the waiter announced the start of the tea party, everyone was smiling again.
"I have an announcement to make.
The curfew in Sicar will be lifted.
From tomorrow onwards, everything in Sicar will return to normal. "
The moment the order was announced, the nobles applauded.
They agreed with the order from the bottom of their hearts.
What was the biggest source of income in Sicar?
It was the taxes from the traveling merchants, the prosperity of the market, and the price difference of all kinds of goods.
When Sicar was under curfew, none of these things existed.
Only the circulation of goods would be the foundation of Sicar.
Looking at the excited and delighted nobles, the baroness raised her hand to stop the applause.
The applause stopped right away.
"The second announcement.
Due to the terrible performance of the city guards, I will promote Shegal to be the new commander of the city guards. He will be in charge of the security inside the city and the patrols outside the city.
And Forv, he will be my chief guard, in charge of the mansion's security. "
The baroness continued.
None of the nobles in the hall objected to the appointment.
If the original city guard commander or chief guard was still alive, they would have jumped out to protest.
Unfortunately, the two people who jumped out the most in the past three days had gone missing.
For the sake of two missing people, the nobles in the hall could not bear to go against the baroness' order and risk going missing as well.
It was not worth it!
Therefore, after a slight jolt, the nobles reacted to the situation. One by one, they congratulated Shegal and Forv at the entrance.
The two young men bowed at the baroness and nodded calmly in response to the crowd.
They accepted the position because of the lord emissary's order.
Maybe in the past, it was a great identity for them.
But now?
That was it.
No matter how honorable they were, could they be more honorable than the lord emissary who walked the world on behalf of their lord?
Moreover, their lord was still around.
The calm attitude of the two young men astonished the nobles in the hall.
They had collected all the information about the two young men.
Neither of them came from a big family.
Neither of them had a noble identity.
Although they were slightly better than civilians, that was all. How could they be so calm when they had the chance to ascend to the heavens with a single step?
Instinctively, the nobles placed the two young men on the list of people to watch out for.
The baroness then continued.
"The third announcement is that I will allow the Mist religious sect to preach in Sicar."
"What?
My lord, do you know what you are saying?
My lord, are you trying to start a war? "
…
Unlike the previous two matters, when the third matter was announced, the entire banquet hall was in an uproar. A few irascible nobles directly spoke.
Preaching was not an easy task.
In the whole Northern Land, before the Black Cataclysm, there was only one religious sect: God of War!
After the Black Cataclysm, there was only one more, Lady Calamity.
In simple words, there were only these two who could openly preach in the whole Northern Land.
The rest were all heretics and Evil Gods.
As long as they were discovered, they would be burned to death.
Unlike Lady Calamity, who had just risen to fame, the God of War was deeply rooted in the people's hearts, especially in Sicar. Viscount Sicar was the most devoted believer of the God of War, so it was natural that many of the viscount's men were also believers of the God of War. Whether it was to please the viscount or to comfort themselves, since it was free, they might as well believe in him.
Of course, many of them were really devoted believers of the God of War.
But they were not among them.
Bloody Mary had taken care of them a long time ago.
The reason why these people reacted so strongly was because they wanted to seize the opportunity to cause trouble.
Or rather …
To ask for benefits.
The nobles were much more realistic than expected.
Unfortunately, Bloody Mary was much more realistic than them.
He gestured to Sergei and Forv.
The two young men walked towards the loudest nobles without a second thought, swinging their sheathed swords at the nobles' cheeks and swinging them hard.
Pak Pak Pak!
Following the clear slaps, the loudest nobles' cheeks swelled up, their mouths were swollen, and a few teeth were spat out.
Shegal and Forv didn't mind teaching those who looked down on their God a lesson.
In fact, it was their lord emissary who ordered them to do so, otherwise they would have cut off the tongues of these nobles who wanted to seize the opportunity to cause trouble.
The two young men might not have experienced the dirty dealings between the nobles, but they weren't idiots.
Who would communicate with their eyes and secretly make hand gestures when they were agitated?
The two young men glared at the nobles they had just slapped. Then, their gazes were like hungry wolves as they scanned the whole hall.
None of them dared to look them in the eye.
Those who had the strength and courage to jump around were already cleaned up by Bloody Mary. The rest were just weaklings that Bloody Mary dragged to make up the numbers to make up for the sake of fairness.
If it wasn't for the sake of allowing the Mist religious sect to grow faster and become a qualified support for its boss, Bloody Mary wouldn't even want to put on this show.
It preferred a simple and direct style.
It was also the style of its boss.
It didn't mind developing it further.
With a smile, Bloody Mary looked at the baroness, who was at a loss of what to do. Under her gaze, Bloody Mary gave her an encouraging gaze and the baroness straightened her body.
"I am announcing, not negotiating.
I am just informing you.
Besides, the land of Sicar belongs to the Sicar Family, and as the only person in charge of the family, I have the right to do so. Even the king can't object! "
Said the baroness in a firm and decisive manner.
The moment her words subsided, Carl, who had been hiding in the corner of the hall and trying his best to avoid everyone's gaze, walked out.
He thought he had to do something for his mother.
Therefore, he walked up to the few nobles, extended his hand like he was pulling a sheep, and dragged them out of the hall.
"Spare me!"
"My lord, spare me!"
Begging sounded one after another, but Carl didn't even care.
Carl, who came from a noble family, knew better than Shegal and Forv what the few bastards in his hand were planning.
Creating strife.
Weakening his mother.
Devouring the benefits of the Sicar Family to strengthen himself.
Almost instantaneously, a series of thoughts popped up in his mind.
So, he would never spare these bastards.
Carl, in his black armor and overflowing with killing intent, dragged the nobles out of the hall. The nobles looked at the baroness like frightened quails.
Dread and fear.
Their gazes were obvious.
Hearsay was always hearsay.
It wasn't as scary as seeing it with their own eyes.
When they saw the familiar faces that were just sitting there a moment ago being dragged out just like that, they once again became alert and remembered their own identities.
The land of Sicar belonged to the Sicar Family.
It wasn't theirs.
Of course, there were also people who were thinking about it.
Should they head to the War Shrine after the banquet?
It seemed like there were quite a number of them who shared the same thought.
Therefore, for the rest of the banquet, the nobles ate absent-mindedly, even though the pastries were tasty. Some of them only took a bite and threw it back on their plates.
It made Bloody Mary furrow its brows.
Unknowingly, Kieran had an impression of its diet.
It was the foundation of not wasting food.
Likewise, Shegal and Forv shared the same thought.
After spending two days with the nobles, they knew how simple the lord emissary was.
Immediately, the two young men, who didn't have a good impression of the nobles, hated them even more.
Fortunately, the baroness didn't waste any food.
The tea party ended abruptly.
The nobles quickly boarded the wagons.
Shegal and Forv couldn't help but hold their swords tightly when they saw the wagons leaving. As long as Bloody Mary gave the order, the two of them would rush up and kill the nobles.
However, Bloody Mary didn't say anything.
It looked at the worried baroness.
The land was sacred!
Not even the king could touch it!
However, the Gods were also sacred!
Divine authority was above royal authority, it wasn't just a saying.
A few decades ago, the emissary of God of War was known as the Saint, even the king would have to bow in respect.
After the Black Cataclysm, things had gotten better, but the power of Gods was still deeply rooted in people's hearts.
"Simon, what should we do?"
The baroness didn't hide the worry in her heart, asking anxiously.
Bloody Mary smiled.
"We will deal with the matters of the mortal world."
"Matters between Gods?
My lord will handle it! "
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