Lord of the Oasis

In the hall, a strange atmosphere permeated.

But unusually quiet.

The dozen or so burly men who came in subconsciously looked at each other.

But there was fear in his eyes.

In particular, swiping the posture of the five Salander riders sitting up and down, and the way Kant can make them so honest with a single word, are all secretly smacking their tongues.

This elite discipline is not visible in their remote and barren Northshire.

The scene continued to be quiet.

Kant didn't speak any further.

Sit in your own chair, with Manid and 5 Salander riders at the guest seat.

They are the guests.

"Cough cough."

A dry cough sounded outside the door.

Baron Dylan walked in, accompanied by the butler.

Looking around at the strange atmosphere in the hall, and the dozen or so subordinate knights who were originally rebellious, they were so quiet that they couldn't help snorting coldly.

"Everyone is ready, let's start." He said to the housekeeper indifferently.

"Yes." The butler nodded immediately.

At the same time, he quickly walked out of the hall and gently closed the door.

He went to prepare dinner.

Baron Dylan came to his seat and sat down.

The dozen or so burly and strong figures on both sides also bowed their heads to greet him.

These are all attached to Baron Dylan, or the subordinate knights who were canonized by him. They are the terminal forces to maintain the entire Stone Pass and this small castle, and they are also the main generals in wartime.

"Uncle Dylan."

Kant also stood up in his place, caressed his chest slightly and said, "Long time no see."

His movements are elegant.

And the voice is calm, the whole person really seems to be a junior who has not seen for a long time.

"Yes, long time no see."

Baron Dylan nodded, his face was indifferent, without the slightest expression: "Also, Baron Kant, I think it's best for you to call me Baron Dylan at this time, we are equal."

This sentence has no taste of reprimand, just a reminder.

But it suddenly attracted both sides, the low voices of his vassal knights.

Obviously, in their opinion, this is their own baron lord, giving a powerful counterattack to the embarrassment that they were shocked by just now.

This sentence is really inhumane.

Even Manid's face was slightly stiff.

Not to mention the five Salander riders, their faces flushed even more.

They couldn't bear these almost insulting words to Kant.

Kant can bear it.

He was already dissatisfied in his heart, but for his own development, he didn't care.

His soul belongs to the transmigrator, and he doesn't take the class in this world too seriously. He also finds it particularly ridiculous to have so-called self-esteem and arrogance without the background of strength.

If Kant had 1,000 Swadian knights lined up outside Stone Pass, it probably wouldn't have been so.

All in all, it's all about the difference in strength.

Kant stood up.

Still respectful and sincere, he said, "Uncle Dylan, I still remember that the dagger you gave me when I was 6 years old, as a birthday present, is still stored in my box."

"Really?" Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face also had some waves.

Kant nodded and smiled: "Of course."

Seeing Baron Dylan's face loose, Kant continued: "Uncle Dylan, I'm here to visit you this time. I don't have any good gifts. I hope you like these things."

Manid next to him took out the package while pushing.

It was a thin linen bag with a relatively new clay pot inside.

All eyes were on it, curious to know what was inside.

And Kant lived up to everyone's curiosity and opened the pot directly.

He put his hands on the table and said, "It's some fine white salt. As a baron, Uncle Dylan only needs these beautiful white salts like snow to match your status."

After saying this, the vassal knights on both sides of Baron Dylan exclaimed in amazement.

They are not ignorant.

This clay pot is the size of a human head, and if it is filled with fine white salt, then the value is high.

This is salt that only high class nobles can eat.

Although these vassal knights are also nobles, they can actually eat at most some salt with a brown and bitter taste, which is much better than those poor people who can't even eat salt.

At least have salt with every meal.

"This gift is very precious."

But Baron Dylan frowned slightly. Although the expression on his face was moved, it became solemn.

He looked at Kant and asked straightforwardly, "Such precious white salt is too valuable, Baron Kant, have you encountered any difficulties?"

"No, Uncle Dylan, it's just my heart."

Kant shook his head, still smiling sincerely.

Seeing that he didn't answer his question, Baron Dylan snorted coldly and nodded, "Then thank you very much for your gift. If you have any difficulties, you can ask me to help you solve it."

Kant bowed slightly: "Thank you very much."

Just in time, the servants brought dinner.

It can be regarded as a common dish, and even the quality is slightly worse than the food in Sentinel Oasis.

Roast pork, roast sausage, roast bird.

Lamb stew with chickpeas, cabbage bisque, and unlimited ale.

Such a plate is placed in front of everyone, and the food is also served in wooden bowls.

Finally, the housekeeper personally distributed a dish of salt.

"let's start."

Baron Dylan announced the start of dinner.

Immediately, the dozen or so vassal knights began to gobble up their food and drink.

Knights who only know how to kill don't have any graceful etiquette. Those are only things that knights from nobles pay attention to. Knights who are promoted from civilians' military exploits never pay attention to this.

Sometimes they were short of money, and they would make cameo robbers to rob caravans.

The fundamental meaning of knight is synonymous with force, not philanthropist.

Eating and drinking, the atmosphere of the whole dinner was very strange.

The chat that should have been talking and laughing ended in such a quiet and swallowing voice.

From start to finish, Baron Dylan didn't even say much.

Occasionally there is communication, but also to say something to his vassal knights, usually without a few words, the atmosphere of the whole dinner is extremely rigid and frozen, so that the butler serving next to him is covered with cold sweat on his forehead.

Dinner is over.

Desserts were also served.

They are wild apples from the Sangwaya Mountains, cooked and poured with honey.

Speaking of taste, at least Kant had a hard time eating it.

Manid made eye contact with Kant throughout the whole process, and they both understood what the other party was thinking, that was to wait for the dinner to end.

In fact, Baron Dylan thought so too.

Dinner is finally over.

The rude vassal knights thanked them and left.

However, before leaving, their faces were slightly red after drinking light beer, and many people looked at Kant and the others provocatively. Even the cold eyes of the Salander rider were not afraid.

There were even a few knights, looking coveted at the superb Sarandian chain armor under the robes of the Sarandian rider.

In the Principality of Lions, a set of all-iron equipment is not cheap.

And a set of armor that can save lives on the battlefield is the common goal of all soldiers and knights, but except for the wealthy aristocrats, a group of hillbilly knights from the commoner class cannot get these.

Village fiefs can only support their daily life.

The barren land cannot produce too much food and cash crops for them to squander.

"Baron Kant, tell me, what's the matter with me?"

When everyone left, Baron Dylan didn't wait for the servants to clean up, and then said, "Is it your territory that was attacked by gnolls again, and you want me to help defeat them?"

Baron Dylan was preconceived, looked at Kant and said, "But you must know that I am not a Hobson knight from Lion Castle. I want to invite me to help you solve the gnoll crisis. This jar of white salt alone is enough No way."

Kant smiled at this: "No, Uncle Dylan, I just remember that your wife is the daughter of a merchant?"

Baron Dylan's face became embarrassed. His wife did not belong to a noble family, but a businessman. In the orthodox aristocratic circle, he was a laughing stock. Although he was Baron Wufu, he still had the status of a noble.

With a cold snort, Baron Dylan said: "Baron Kant, do you want to use your noble blood to humiliate me?"

"No no no."

With a sincere smile on Kant's face, he looked at this ruthless Baron Dylan, and instead said softly: "I have no gnoll crisis, and no humiliation, I just want to have a fight with you, Uncle Dylan. long-term trade."

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