At noon, Adil stood outside the castle and looked at Cadilla's silhouette in the distance. His eyes flashed with a hint of solemnity.
He did not know if it was an illusion, but he felt that under that cheerful smile of the other party, there seemed to be a hint of incongruous coldness.
"Lord Cadilla actually spoke to you personally!" Beside him, Eledward's familiar voice rang out again, with an obvious hint of envy.
Eledward was riding a large black horse, dressed in a solemn sleeve suit, and was rather conspicuous in the surroundings.
As the child of Count Poria, Cadilla also smiled at him when he passed by, but his treatment was obviously much worse than Adil's.
Adil glanced at Eihua, who was beside him, and felt somewhat speechless.
In his memory, he knew that Eledward, the second son of the Count, usually worshipped the knight Cadilla the most, but he did not expect it to be to this extent. It was almost like the fans in Adil's previous life.
But thinking about it, this also showed Cadilla's powerful charisma and influence.
As the strongest knight in the North, Cadilla was born into a large noble family that was in decline. He had displayed strong knightly talent from a young age, and his reputation in the North was extremely resounding. He was the idol of many young nobles.
Count Poria was the king of Cadilla, and now even his own child had become an admirer of the other party. This showed how influential he was.
Thinking about this, Adil shook his head in his heart.
Adil did not know much about the affairs of the upper echelons of the North, whether it was in the past or now.
But from what he observed now, Count Poria and Cadilla were both the strong type, and they might not be that close to each other.
In the distance, as Knight Cadilla brought his men back to the castle, Adil followed the overly excited Eledward and slowly walked into the castle.
At night, in order to celebrate Knight Cadilla's victorious return, Count Poria held a grand banquet for him.
Many nobles, big and small, and some powerful warriors who had performed well during this period were all present. Adil, Pilar, and the others were among them.
As the youngest knight in the history of the North, and the only heir to a rich baron, Adil undoubtedly received a lot of attention in this banquet.
As a half-elf, he had inherited all the advantages of his parents. He was tall and handsome, and in terms of appearance, he was even more outstanding than the cheerful and handsome Acadilla. Naturally, he was welcomed by many people.
Many of the minor nobles had heard of Adil's reputation. This time, they had specially brought along the women of their families to introduce them to him. It seemed that they had the intention of forming a marriage alliance with him.
In response, Adil maintained a mild expression on his face. Although he appeared to be easy to talk to, he directly sat down beside the knight of Pral, using this as a pretext to escape the harassment of the girls.
As a trusted aide of Count Poria, the knight of Pral could be said to have an illustrious reputation in the North. Over the years, who knew how many enemies he had annihilated over the years, including bandits and orcs, as well as many nobles who had delusions of rebelling against Count Poria. To the ordinary nobles, he was a great deterrent.
As Adil sat beside the middle-aged knight, the noble girls who had been pestering him immediately disappeared, not even daring to approach him. This made him feel relaxed, but he was also a little speechless.
Not far from him, Elva was also in the banquet.
As the second son of Count Poria, Elva's elder brother was said to have gone to a faraway country in his early years, and if nothing unexpected happened, he would never return.
Under such circumstances, as the second son, Elva was very likely to inherit everything from Count Poria and become the de facto ruler of the North. He was far more popular than an ordinary knight like Adil.
He was not like Adil, who did not reject any girls or young women who came to his door. In just a short while, he had already danced with seven or eight girls, and it seemed that he quite liked this atmosphere.
Looking at him like this, Adil shook his head a little helplessly and shifted his gaze to the center of the banquet.
That was the real center of the banquet. No matter how dazzling Adil and Elva were, they were only a foil to the people there.
There, Cadilla and Count Poria were drinking to their heart's content, laughing and chatting about interesting things. It seemed that they were getting along very well.
Beside Count Poria was a middle-aged knight with a head full of coarse hair. He did not seem to be very talkative, and he only accompanied Count Poria in Silence, looking rather intimate.
"Which lord is that?"
Adil took a deep look at the person in the distance and asked Knight Pular who was sitting beside him.
"That is Cadiz, Lord Poria's chief guard."
Pular said to Adil after taking a look at the person in the distance.
Listening to Pular's words, Adil nodded thoughtfully, and then asked in a soft voice, "How strong is this Lord Cadiz?"
"He's alright among the acolytes, but he can't compare to a true Knight."
Pular shook his head, "Cadiz is an outstanding fighter. He already reached the standard of advancing to a Knight when he was young, but he never succeeded. Now, there's almost no hope for him to advance.
"He's very loyal to Lord Poria, and he's been seriously injured in many battles. Although he didn't advance to a Knight, he was promoted to the position of chief guard by the Lord."
Advancing to a Knight required a strong constitution and vitality. Generally speaking, if a regular human had not succeeded by the age of 30, their chances of advancing naturally became smaller and smaller.
The faraway Poria looked to be at least 40 years old. Under normal circumstances, he would never be able to break through to become a Knight in this lifetime.
At the side, listening to Pular's explanation, Adil nodded, but a trace of coldness quietly appeared in his eyes.
The A.I. Chip's robotic voice sounded in his mind.
[Name: Cadiz. Strength: 5.1. Agility: 5. Vitality: 5.2.]
This was not the constitution of a so-called acolyte Knight. It was obvious that he had already reached the peak of a Knight, just barely reaching the standard of a Grand Knight.
In the whole of the Northern Lands, apart from Count Boria and Cadilla, there was probably no other powerful warrior like him.
"There's something wrong with this Cadiz."
Silence. Looking at the silent Cadiz in the distance, this thought flashed through Adil's mind.
In this world, the status of a Grand Knight was unimaginably high. Regardless of the country, they could obtain a noble title and corresponding territory.
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