Lord of the Oasis

The butler leads the way.

Kant and the others soon came to Baron Dylan's mansion.

Looking up at his Uncle Dylan's mansion, Kant's brows twitched.

The mansion of Baron Dylan is quite exquisite.

Compared with the surrounding civilian buildings made of stone and wood, this 4-story building, which is clearly divided into 3 floors, is an all-stone building, and it is more correct to call it a small castle.

The official residence is built on the cliff side as a whole, and the city wall is connected to the pass city wall on the south side.

However, the connection is 3 meters higher than the city wall, connected by thick wooden boards and chains as retractable wooden bridges.

The watchtowers are complete, and the arrow towers are towering.

The outer walls also have firing ports, which allow archers or crossbowmen to shoot.

The main entrance of the official residence is also very narrow.

Only less than 3 meters high and 2 meters wide.

It can only accommodate a carriage in and out, or let the cavalry rush out with their heads lowered.

The architectural style of a typical small castle completely highlights the tenacious spirit of defending against the enemy with a small amount of troops, extending the time for the enemy to conquer, and persisting until the arrival of reinforcements.

Manid sighed.

Kant secretly shook his head.

They finally understood why Baron Dylan had no regard for the defenses on the north side of the pass.

With this small castle, what are you afraid of gnolls?

If you can't beat it, you can directly recruit civilians into the official residence to continue to resist, completely abandon the external area, and stay here waiting for rescue, relying on the accumulated food, even for a few months.

Within a few months, reinforcements from other counties had arrived.

"Come in, Lord Kant."

The slightly chubby housekeeper hurriedly bent over and saluted, extending his hand to Kant.

In front of the main gate, there are already servants waiting respectfully.

"Okay." Kant nodded and stepped forward.

Not far from the main entrance is the patrol.

Unlike the skinny soldiers with spears and pale faces outside, the soldiers of these patrols looked burly and powerful, and they wore iron-inlaid leather armor that fit well.

In the arrow towers on both sides of the official residence, the archers holding long bows were also watching vigilantly.

Clearly they all had fear on their faces.

Because they can distinguish what is a caravan escort, and what is a battle-hardened elite.

5 Salander riders and 10 desert robbers, that's it.

However, because of the prior orders, we all knew that this was Kant's guard, and there was no extreme action.

The war horses have been handed over to the 10 desert robbers, who are responsible for guarding and feeding in the stables, and the five Salander riders followed Kant and Manid into the official residence as personal guards.

But something eye-catching.

For example, spears, shields, etc. are all placed on the Salander horse, with only the Salander sword.

The butler looked at it and said nothing.

It is the deepest humiliation to ask others to hand over their weapons to the lion Principality who established the country by force.

Of course he didn't dare to say that.

led into the mansion.

Because of the military-oriented construction style, the light is a little dim.

Kant blinked to get used to it.

"Come with me, dinner is being prepared, and Baron Dylan should be waiting for you in the hall."

The butler was still leading the way.

Kant they followed.

Walking through the stone-built corridor, a wooden door was pushed open by the butler.

There is a space of about 200 square meters inside, and there are 10 top beams and columns on both sides, all made of stone, connecting the stone and wood overhead, bringing a solid defense and spacious space.

At the same time, there is a long table in the middle of the stone pillar.

It is very spacious and there are chairs on both sides. At a cursory glance, it can also meet 30 people to eat at the same time.

It looks like this is the Lord's Hall in Stone Pass.

"Baron Dylan should be dealing with things. Before you come, Lord Kant, you should sit down and rest first. I will prepare fresh water. I think you must be extremely thirsty along the way."

The housekeeper was slightly embarrassed, and quickly and respectfully made amends.

"Okay, that's it." Kant nodded and waved to indicate that he could prepare.

The housekeeper hurriedly left with his head down, while waving his hand to let the maids prepare fresh water.

Sit where your guests are supposed to.

Kant looked at the torches burning on both sides, and the light in this hall was still sufficient.

He turned his head and glanced at Manid and the 5 Salander riders, and said, "What are you doing standing there, don't put your things down, sit down and rest, aren't you tired from driving for so long?"

"Yes, my lord." The Salander riders nodded in obedience.

Manid also sat down.

He looked around, looked at the lord's hall, and shrugged with some nostalgia: "It seems that it is not much different from the castle hall of Calradia."

"It's just too small." Kant chuckled.

Although there is no extraordinary power, the original Calradia continent, the construction of the castle, can be regarded as magnificent.

Even if the performance in the game is slightly poor, the desktop picture is extremely magnificent.

Kant, who has lived in this world for 16 years, can also judge after comparing in his heart that this small castle in the stone pass obviously cannot reach the scale of the real castle, even if it can accommodate many people.

"Someone's here." Manid suddenly said.

Kant also looked in the direction he pointed, it was the wooden door of the living room.

The sound of cowhide boots stepping on the ground.

There are still many people.

And the loud and rude voices were passed in the corridor outside.

This building is not soundproof.

"What? Baron Kant? Ha, isn't that a little exiled fellow?"

"It's surprising enough that he didn't die in the Nalen Desert, but now he said he would be a guest. I really want to see and ask him if he wants to take refuge? Think about how he was scared by the gnolls in the Naluun Desert and wet his pants. Looks like I'm going to laugh and pee!"

"Hey, shut up, you have to pay attention, this is the second son of Duke Cameron!"

"Hahaha, it should be said that it is the second son of the king. Anyway, our head is Baron Dylan. How did the king treat us back then, should I still say it?"

"Yes, he's king, and we're hillbilly knights in such a barren place!"

The sarcastic voice was not concealed at all.

Rude and resentful, more of that kind of contempt.

With footsteps and sounds getting louder.

The door was pushed open directly, and more than a dozen burly figures walked in, each of them rebellious, grinning at Kant who was sitting peacefully with his back to them in the living room.

But their faces changed.

Because this group of rude guys also saw the five Salander riders sitting on both sides of Kant with bad expressions.

A burly and strong body.

A Sarandian helmet made of iron, placed on the table.

And the appearance of the bulge under the linen robe, and the silver light exposed in the gap, obviously still wearing iron armor.

The main thing.

The 5 Salander riders have put their hands on their Salander swords.

His eyes were full of indifference and murderous intent.

This kind of standard experience of the bloody battlefield has caused the group of more than a dozen burly men who pushed in the door to stand on the spot.

They all wore ordinary linen robes instead of iron armor that could protect their bodies.

Also did not take any weapons.

Although there are many people, it is absolutely no problem to slaughter more than a dozen of them with these five elite warriors.

Think of what you just said.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

A strange silence appeared in this lord's hall.

"It's dinner time."

Kant's voice appeared slowly, and he said without looking back, "Sit honestly."

The five Salander riders withdrew their cold and indifferent gazes and sat back in their seats, with a cold face and no words, just like a cold killing machine, bringing an invisible majesty.

The burly men at the door also swallowed.

This is a step.

Seeing that the other party took back their murderous gaze, they all looked at each other. The smart ones did not continue provocation, and they all sat back to their own positions, that is, the chairs on both sides of the main seat.

Salander riders are all elites who have been promoted in the sea of ​​​​blood.

In terms of momentum, they naturally have it.

And it's pretty scary!

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