Lord of the Oasis

The old housekeeper invited everyone from Kant to enter the office. The bright candlesticks were already lit, and the candles were burning with fragrance.

Kant swept over, the candles burning in this reception hall should be the first-class beeswax purchased in the Yinpan Kingdom. Even the Lion Castle burns less, and the first floor of this office is already lit. 36 roots.

The entire floor is brightly lit, just like daylight.

It also reflects the luxury of the place.

Yes, it is luxury.

Furniture made of various precious woods are elegantly stacked on top of the floor.

The surrounding walls are also painted with paint, with a bit of religious color. If Kant remembers correctly, it should be derived from the traditional myth of the lion principality, the magnificent life of the god of war, Edmond.

Including the silver products and handicrafts visited on the surrounding cabinets, they are all extremely exquisite.

There are also shaped bonsai flowers stacked in the corners.

As well as the exquisite oil paintings hanging on the walls.

The luxury here has reached the level of luxury, even if it is compared to the high-level nobles in the southern county.

If it is compared with the North County Territory alone, there is no way to compare it. Even the office hall alone is no less than the lord hall of the highest lord of the North County Territory, Viscount Wayne!

The difference may only be the size, but as a businessman, such a firm is enough to be regarded as a manifestation of strength.

The old butler is also quite proud of this.

Come to the hall.

Respectfully stretched out his hand and said to Kant: "Sit here, Mr. Kant, the room is ready, you can go to rest at any time, of course, you must be hungry all the way, we have prepared dessert."

"Well prepared." Kant smiled.

"That's right."

The corners of the old housekeeper's mouth twitched: "Very enough."

As if he couldn't see Kant and the 10 lion knights behind him, he turned around and patted his hands.

"Clap clap."

A slap sounded.

And the small door on the side opened gently.

The maid servants in maid costumes came out with silver trays.

Well-trained, lined up in a long line, lightly and quickly came to Kant and the others, placed the silver plate on the long table in the middle, opened the lid, and then respectfully retreated to the wall and waited quietly.

Looking at the 11 plates of food on the long table, Kant raised his eyebrows slightly: "Cream cake."

"Yes, it is the cream cake of the Silver Plate Kingdom."

The old butler smiled and introduced: "It is made of fine fine flour mixed with eggs and cheese, as well as sugar and fruit juice." After a pause, the old butler raised his eyebrows and said, "A cream cake is worth 1 large silver coin."

"It's really expensive ingredients." Kant sat on the main seat to himself, picked up the knife and fork and took a sip.

Soft and sweet mixed.

A delicate fragrance permeated gently in the mouth.

Delicious indeed.

He couldn't help nodding, and also praised: "This is very good."

"Overwhelmed." The old butler also smiled. In his opinion, Kant's praise was an admission.

To his employer, Mr. Borg admitted that, after all, this kind of food is rare even in the southern county, and even some nobles have never eaten it, and it is an extremely precious ingredient.

If it weren't for the fact that a big merchant from the Silver Plate Kingdom happened to come over this week, he would temporarily send a box over.

It's hard to eat on weekdays!

But that was also his and Mr. Borg's plan.

Let this Mr. Kant retreat and understand who has the initiative now.

And he also smiled and looked at the 10 guards who were wearing fine linen robes, which are only worn by ordinary civilians, and also said with a smile: "Then these guards, do you think the cream cake is not appetizing? You can also Try it, the taste is very good, after eating it for the first time, you will fall in love with this soft texture.”

"Oh, they haven't eaten this kind of thing. In fact, I don't eat much. Relatively speaking, ale with barbecue is more popular with them." Kant explained.

"So it is."

The old butler had a bit of contempt in his eyes.

Of course he didn't know Kant's true identity, and Borg didn't tell him.

Eating the cake with a silver fork, Kant also said to the lion knights: "Enjoy as much as you want, this cream cake is really good, it tastes very good, and it tastes better than ordinary desserts."

"Yes."

The lion knights bowed their heads and began to enjoy it.

However, this delicate cream cake, but the size of a palm, was eaten by them and there was still the bottom of the plate.

The appearance of swallowing makes the old housekeeper and the maids around him feel a little pity. In fact, even if they are identities, they can't eat this kind of thing, but now they are devoured by people, it's like a violent attack.

Kant eats a lot more elegantly, after all, he once spent 16 years of aristocratic life.

A well-deserved top aristocrat.

finished eating.

Put down the knife and fork.

Kant looked at the old butler who was still smiling and waiting, and said calmly: "Why hasn't Borg come yet? I don't have much time. If he's ready, he'd better come to see me."

"Uh..." The old butler was slightly stunned, obviously not expecting Kant to ask so rudely.

It's as if you are the master here.

impolite.

The old butler hummed in his heart.

But the excellent professionalism made him react quickly, adjust his mentality, and smiled: "Mr. Kant, maybe you have misunderstood. Mr. Borg doesn't have free time to see you tonight. The agreed time is tomorrow at noon."

"Tomorrow afternoon."

Kant raised his eyebrows: "But then I didn't have time."

But the old housekeeper was not afraid: "That's a pity." The smile on his face disappeared, but he said with a bit of warning tone: "Mr. Kant, you must know that Mr. Borg is going to attend the banquet tonight. , is a banquet hosted by the port governor, not the kind that a businessman can go in and attend."

"Oh, the specs are high."

Kant nodded.

But he still looked at the old housekeeper and asked calmly, "Why doesn't Borg come to see me now?"

Knocked on the table, Kant wiped the corner of his mouth with a towel, sat with his legs crossed on the soft velvet cushion, and asked rudely, "Isn't Borg still in the office now, let him come to see me now."

"Unreasonable."

The old butler's patience finally ran out.

There was a bit of anger on his face, but he still suppressed his emotions and said: "Mr. Kant, this is the headquarters of the Borg Chamber of Commerce, and not everyone can be presumptuous." After a pause, he said solemnly: "Maybe You partially helped Mr. Borg when he was down, but that's not a reason to threaten Mr. Borg!"

"No, I didn't threaten Borg." Kant showed a playful smile, looking at the old butler's furrows full of anger, and shook his head helplessly: "Then Borg doesn't want to come out?"

"If you want to see."

The old butler's face was gloomy.

He clapped his palms slowly, and said in a deep voice, "Come out and meet your old friends!"

The door next to it reopened.

But it was not the maid who came out.

It was a sturdy figure who walked out quickly, wearing a high-quality velvet-woven garment, which was thoughtful and fit, and at the same time carried a symbol of grace and luxury, and there were silver threads interspersed on the neckline and cuffs.

If you look closely, you can still see the iron pieces under the luxurious clothes.

Sarandian Chain Armor.

Sarande Chain Boots.

and Sarandian Chain Gloves.

Originally, there should be a Sarandian chain armor, a Sarandian round shield on the back, a long spear in his hand, a Sarandian sword on his waist, and of course a Sarandian horse.

"Mr. Kant."

The old butler smiled: "I think you understand these 10 knights."

"certainly."

Kant nodded.

These people are the 4th-level cavalry of the Sultanate of Sarand, the Sarandian rider.

Or Kant was seconded to Borg as a bodyguard, how could he forget, and how could he not know.

"Now they are Mr. Borg's most loyal support. When they were surrounded by water pirates on a merchant ship, they sacrificed their lives to save Mr. Borg, and for this they also gained Mr. Borg's friendship."

The old butler smiled: "They now each have a merchant ship."

"Hmm." Kant raised his eyebrows: "This is a big deal."

"certainly."

The old butler didn't see the panic on Kant's face.

Squinting slightly, he was a little depressed, but he still said, "Mr. Kant, I don't think they ever enjoyed such courtesy when they were under your command, didn't they?"

"That's right, they don't even have extra warhorses." Kant told the truth.

"But they are happy here."

The corners of the old housekeeper's mouth twitched: "Not to mention, they have new help."

Turning his head slightly, the old butler looked into the door with a slightly respectful voice: "Mr. Cheshire, maybe it's time for you to show up. I don't know if it disturbed your rest."

An arrogant voice also came from the room: "Oh, it's just a small nobleman, what are you afraid of?"

At the same time, a burly figure came out.

Casually wearing a cloak woven from expensive velvet, with a dagger around his waist.

Middle-aged, with a scar on his face, he swept over Kant who was still sitting there and the 10 lion knights in fine linen robes, and laughed even more: "Just these wastes, do you want me to do it myself? ?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and a bone-chilling chill appeared.

The power of ice.

Great knight!

"Of course not. I'm just introducing you to them. After all, you can't see a great great knight casually. What's more, you, Mr. Cheshire, are invincible on the battlefield."

The old butler's tone was even more flattering.

These words were very useful to the great knight called Cheshire.

But his attitude was still arrogant, swept over Kant coldly, and swept over the 10 introverted Sarion lion knights, and said lightly: "That's it, I'm still busy, now that I know the existence of my lord, then You can get out, stay away from the Borg Chamber of Commerce in the future, the world is very big, don't think how amazing you are."

"Oh, I see."

But Kant was still calm: "When you're done, let Borg come to see me. As I said, I don't have much time."

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