When Kieran rode the wagon back to the temporary camp of the Mist religious sect in Lower Seventh Ring, he noticed the extraordinarily decorated wagon at first glance. WW? ENA COM
Merchants' wagons were more practical.
Nobles' wagons had to show their identity.
So, both were completely different.
As for commoners?
Sorry.
For commoners, walking was the best option.
"Your Highness, it's the wagon of the Little Family."
Monte stood beside Kieran and said softly.
A Close Official didn't explain much about the Little Family but his expression showed a sense of alertness.
As the leader of the conservative party, the Little Family had always been hostile towards the royal family. It might even be a modified version, the real word should be hostile.
Of course, everything happened in the dark.
Undercurrents were surging in the dark where people couldn't see.
Under the sun?
Or was it thriving?
Whether it was Aïtantin VI or the conservative party nobles, for their own benefits, they had to maintain the facade.
However, if they could solve the problem once and for all, Aïtantin VI or the conservative party nobles wouldn't mind tearing the facade apart.
And what was the biggest flaw in Aïtantin VI's facade?
It was His Highness Corin beside him.
So, at the next moment, A Close Official quietly waved at the royal guardians behind him.
These guards immediately took a few steps closer to him without batting an eyelid.
However, unlike A Close Official, the royal guardians didn't look at the wagons.
Instead, they looked behind them.
There were three wagons slowly approaching.
A while later, the leading wagon stopped.
Viscount Little, who had changed his attire but was still as luxurious as before, came down.
Attire was one of the most important criteria to judge whether a noble was noble or not.
As one of the traditional nobles, Viscount Little didn't just have to wear luxurious attire, he also tried his best to wear different attire at the same time and at different times.
However, most of the time, such changes were unnoticeable.
This was because nobles like Viscount Little all had their own so-called 'family clothing.' Viscount Little's clothes were mostly red with gold embroidery on the edges, and pure black pants. Only a few details were different. The only difference was the emblem on the gold button.
Similarly, the most powerful noble family of Aïtantin was the same.
But Kieran's role was an exception.
As the heir of Snake school, Kieran was still dressed like a demon hunter. Unless absolutely necessary, his first priority was to dress comfortably.
It would be even better if he could move around more easily.
This made Little Viscount's gaze a little different.
There seemed to be a hint of contempt in his voice.
But immediately, this trace of contempt disappeared.
"Good afternoon, Your Highness Corin."
The nobleman walked over quickly and bowed slightly with a respectful expression. When he straightened his body, he pointed at the wagon behind him and said, "Two of the wagons are my compensation to Sir Sivalka. Of course, the one behind you is included as well."
The viscount paused and looked at Rogart, who walked out of the wagon.
"It's all thanks to that young man.
It's rare for me to take a stroll in Aïtantin's territory for an hour.
The sun and the cold wind are still fresh in my memory. "
There wasn't any hatred in the viscount.
There wasn't any anger either.
It was as if he was describing something that happened to others.
However, the viscount's gaze was unusually cold at that particular moment.
It was the leaking of killer intents.
Rogart, who was being stared at, held his battle axe tightly.
The young man from the north would never be afraid of a fight, let alone a challenge.
Even if the opponent was strong, it would be the same.
Not fighting the strong and bullying the weak was not the tradition of the cold north.
They were more than willing to fight the strong.
It was the same even if he was going to die.
At this moment, Rogart was prepared for this.
The people around them also guessed what the young man was thinking.
But no one would stop him.
The weak challenging the strong would not be stopped, but unexpectedly, the viscount's killing intent disappeared in a flash. In the next moment, it turned into a warm smile.
"You did well."
"I'm looking forward to seeing what you'll eventually grow into."
Viscount Little said.
He looked like an elder facing a junior.
The young man looked at Little in astonishment. If it wasn't for the fact that Little Little's face was exactly the same as the one in his memory, he would have thought that he had met a fake Little.
The viscount in front of him seemed a little different from the one he saw in the morning.
A Close Official, on the other hand, stared at the eagle-beaked fox with even more vigilance.
Viscount Little was known as the Eagle-Beaked Fox due to his long and narrow eyes and a nose that resembled an eagle's beak.
Of course, such a term of address was filled with contempt.
Foxes represented cunning.
They were the favorite prey of the people of Aïtantin.
Hunting a fox in the autumn would be regarded as a symbol of intelligence and wealth.
An eagle represented might.
Being able to tame an eagle would earn the respect of the people. Even in the era of firearms, a person who was able to tame an eagle would still receive a considerable reward.
After all, the target could only be dead under the firearms, not alive.
Then came the question.
What would be the reward for taming the Eagle-Beaked Fox?
It would be a rare honor.
And who was the one who tamed the Eagle-Beaked Fox?
It would be His Majesty Aïtantin VI.
A Close Official even speculated that the title of the Eagle-Beaked Fox was spread by the king himself.
It was all to provoke the viscount before him.
Unfortunately …
The viscount wasn't just cunning, he was calm as well.
He was the archenemy of His Highness!
A Close Official, who automatically assumed the role of the appointed minister, started to think about how to get rid of the leader of the conservative party who might very well become the biggest problem for His Highness.
However, before A Close Official could think of anything, the royal court guardians around him moved.
The firearms were raised and pointed at a certain direction.
"Who is it? Come out! "
The captain of the royal court guardians shouted at the direction.
"Don't shoot.
Y-It's me. "
A young man walked out with a slightly weak voice.
Everyone present frowned when they saw the young man who had walked out.
It wasn't just because of the young man's ragged clothes, it was also because his face was filled with worry, confusion, and even despair.
Of course, most importantly, almost everyone present knew this young man.
Back at the city gate, when the War Shrine intercepted the Mist religious sect, it boosted the Mist religious sect's reputation and at the same time, it also made a young man famous.
Gino!
The Apologetic Knight of the War Shrine!
The young man had become the topic of conversation in Aïtantin Castle recently.
It was only natural that it wouldn't be anything good.
So, everyone in the room soon smoothed out their brows.
They guessed the reason for the expression on the young man's face and also the reason why he came.
As a matter of fact, everything was as expected.
"Excuse me, is Bishop Simon here?"
The young man asked.
All the royal court guardians lowered their firearms, A Close Official and Rogart couldn't help but lower their guard.
At that moment, to everyone's surprise, Little Viscount drew his sword and stabbed it at Kieran.
"Your Highness, be careful!"
Everyone cried out in shock.
Kieran, however, didn't show any change in his expression.
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