Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

It can be said that every day is precarious, if it weren't for the default rules between the nobles that they cannot accept civilians from other nobles, they would have run away long ago.

Hearing this, Bolton was not angry, but with a bit of pain on his face: "In fact, I have long been dissatisfied with this kind of inheritance of the family, but I am suffering from now I..."

As a result, before he finished speaking, he was stunned by the figure who turned around and left.

Li Wei only felt extremely speechless in his heart. He came to him for help, but he didn't even look at whether he was worthy or not.

As a grassroots出身(草根出身: from grassroots) background, he has used the means of attracting investment, bluffing to get investment everywhere.

This illegitimate child named Bolton, at first glance, knows that although his brother is dead, his position is still unstable.

Therefore, he wanted to make friends with some big shots to consolidate his position, and he, the Lord of Highcliff Castle, who had met him once and was also a Baron, was the most suitable.

"Treating the other party like this may cause dissatisfaction and bring some unnecessary troubles." After walking away, Bodov said meaningfully.

"If they are dissatisfied, then let them be dissatisfied. There are many people who are dissatisfied with the Earl," the Lord sneered: "See if any of them dare to come to me for trouble?"

Not to mention the distant ones, how many of the northern nobles really respect him, but when they meet him, they still dare not fart, and have to respectfully call him Marquis.

"Lord Li Wei, old people tend to talk a little too much, don't take it too seriously." Bodov poked his staff: "Even a fine steel sword, if it doesn't have any toughness, will be easily broken."

"Too rigid is easy to break!"

He has always been an elder who likes to teach younger generations. He has seen too many people suffer because they don't know how to hide their edge. He doesn't want this promising young man to take the old path of those people.

"That's fine steel, if it's replaced with mithril and orichalcum, can it still be broken?" Li Wei snorted disdainfully.

The saying that being too rigid is easy to break also depends on who it is for. He has done a lot of great things, who dares to break him?

"If Li Wei joins the Holy Light Church, no one will dare to deal with you in private." Fatir never forgets to coax the Lord to completely join the Holy Light Church.

It's a pity that the other party is like a clumsy farmer selling cabbages. The more diligent he is, the more the Lord feels like there are undead.

The three chatted and walked into the conference room. As soon as they entered, before they had time to see the layout clearly, a refreshing breeze wrapped a refreshing fragrance.

In the past, meetings were full of the smell of sweat and feet mixed together. The Lord didn't expect that the specifications would be improved now.

It seems that those big shots from the royal court, even when fighting, live a luxurious life that ordinary people can hardly imagine.

The ground is covered with a layer of red carpet with gold-plated patterns. Every second of stepping on it is like blasphemy to Jink - because this kind of carpet is expensive, and every step causes a loss worth several silver coins.

As for the middle, there is a long table with tablecloths and some silver sculptures used for embellishment.

It always feels like this is a banquet, not a meeting. Li Wei regrets eating too much before coming.

Furina and a bald man were discussing something, and they seemed to be in a good mood.

All the northern nobles were there, and even some that Li Wei didn't recognize were added. Presumably, they either came from the royal court or from the eastern border.

Panta is not here. This giant panda is not qualified to attend this level of meeting. Fujero nodded to him, but soon lowered his head.

After all, he is only a Baron, and his position is at the end. This room is almost full of big shots. He is afraid of saying too much and making mistakes, so he simply acts as a bystander.

"Good day, Duke Furina." Li Wei put one hand on his chest and bowed slightly, performing a noble etiquette. Although it was not particularly standard, it was impossible to find any major faults.

"Look, our Lion Hunting Knight is here." Today's Furina is in military uniform, wearing long boots, and her waist-length red hair is tied into a ponytail, looking heroic and extremely capable.

She has always been generous and tolerant to this knight. Not only is the other party's strength and military talent top-notch and worthy of friendship, but more importantly, the other party has helped the Martel family too much.

The Lord turned his head, and before he had time to greet the big shot next to Furina, his eyes were first attracted by a figure next to him.

He couldn't help taking a breath of cold air, and it took him a long time to calm down the shock in his heart and not make a fool of himself.

The reason why the Lord was so lose decorum was because - it was the first time he had met a guy who was comparable to him in terms of appearance!

Two positions behind Furina and the bald man, there was a swordsman about 1.9 blades tall and about the same age as him.

Wearing bright silver, exquisitely patterned armor and a beautiful sword. He was sitting in a chair, concentrating on reading a book, with a cold face and an aura that kept strangers away.

In this military camp, almost all of them are burly men with stubble, only he, Li, is the only seedling in this thousands of acres of land, the real face value, but at this moment there is one more person.

He looks about twenty-seven or eight years old, his skin is as pure white as the moon, his frame is exquisitely carved, neither fat nor thin, with a head of silver hair, but draped over his waist.

His expressionless, calm face has a beauty that is enough to fascinate all girls and boys!

Seeming to notice the Lord's gaze, he looked up, revealing a curious look on his face, and then instantly bloomed a warm smile that was enough to make all kinds of flowers pale in comparison.

" bewitching! It's too bewitching!" The Lord immediately turned his head and stopped looking at each other.

This young swordsman is terribly handsome, at least comparable to him, but there is a clear difference between the two.

If the creator seems to have concentrated all the masculinity and domineering of men on him alone, then this young man seems to be a god who has given all the remaining tenderness of men to the other party.

Obviously a man, but whether it is a smile or a movement, there is a kind of " gentleness" and " bewitching" feeling, especially those eyes as bright as the stars, almost made the Lord suspect his own sexual orientation.

But whether he doubts it or not doesn't matter, but don't let others suspect that he likes male prostitute.

Otherwise, if there are a bunch of opportunistic, shortcut-seeking young men who go to Highcliff Castle and delusion to reach the sky in one step, it will be a calf rolling its eyes - it's over.

It's impossible to wash away this scandal even if you jump into the Yellow River.

"Good day, Lord, and this gentleman."

The Lord was just a little shocked because the military camp was full of a group of big men with dirty feet. Logically speaking, people with this kind of appearance would have been kept in the palace by big shots.

Plus, the other party is obviously a man but has a unique " bewitching", so it is inevitable that he will be a little shocked.

"Just call me Mandela." The bald man is two 2.5 blades tall, looks forty or fifty years old, has a fierce face, but speaks more gently than imagined: "I am the commander of that group of elite red swordsmen, and this is my deputy, Hion."

"Good day, Mr. Li Wei." The other party nodded slightly, his voice as clear as a yellow warbler.

"I have heard of your deeds. After this incident, I think you will become a popular person in the entire Deber." Mandela patted Li Wei on the shoulder, and had a very good impression of the Lion Hunting Knight: " Furina, Onaya and Liya, thank you for taking care of them so much."

"???"

The shock the Lord received was no less than the previous one, and he immediately asked cautiously: "May I ask who you are?"

"I am Furina's uncle." The other party grinned, revealing two rows of neat white teeth.

"Hahaha, I am Liya's vassal, these are all I should do." Li Wei immediately laughed awkwardly and said modestly.

He feels that the whole world is a huge group of relatives and friends, and he can meet so-called relatives everywhere he goes.

No wonder Furina can sit on the position of Duke, no wonder the last king ignored the struggle between the two Dukes of the North and South.

It seems that this Mandela also contributed a lot. It is hard to imagine how many people in the royal court are related to those Dukes.

"Li Wei, let's sit down and talk. You sit below me." Mandela waved his hand.

He, Furina and Fatir sat side by side in the main seat. The first seat on the right was the Lord, followed by Bodov all the way to Fujero sitting at the end.

The first person on Fatir's left hand in the main seat was the swordsman named Hion, facing the Lord.

Fatir is the saint of the Holy Light Church, and her status is equivalent to those princes and princesses, so there is no problem in sitting in the main seat.

"Hion has always dreamed of becoming a true knight." After sitting down, Mandela took the lead.

"I'm afraid that's a little difficult." The Lord stated the facts truthfully.

The so-called true knight is not the knight title of the nobility, but the knight who truly advocates the eight virtues.

But even the Holy Knight can't completely abide by the eight virtues, how can others do it? I am afraid that even the first knight who created the eight virtues would not dare to say that he can completely abide by them.

"Your deeds have been sent back to Gonda, I can see that you are a brave and powerful knight, I think you two should have a lot of common topics to talk about."

Li Wei looked at the handsome young man opposite him, who also smiled. This smile made the Lord feel uncomfortable, as if he had lice on his body.

If at the beginning, the Lord was amazed by the other party's beautiful appearance, then at this moment he only felt that the other party might be a male prostitute with homosexual tendencies.

"I'll talk about it when I have a chance." He perfunctorily said subconsciously, not wanting to have a deep friendship with the other party, and even felt that he should take the initiative to keep a distance.

If it is rumored that there is a scandal between the two, then his great figure will have to be shattered among a group of noble ladies.

This topic ended quickly. As the personnel arrived, the formal meeting also began.

First, Fatir stated the situation of the White Bone Fortress and the space channel, then Furina and Mandela discussed the plan, and finally, adhering to the idea of pooling wisdom, they also checked for omissions.

When the meeting ended and he walked out of the conference room, facing the breeze and the setting sun, the Lord stretched his waist as if he had seen the light of day again, and hummed comfortably.

To be honest, this meeting did not have a room full of sweat, but has been fragrant, but unfortunately there has been a man staring at him.

Any normal man can't stand it, just wants to escape this torture as soon as possible.

"Li..."

As a result, at this moment, a familiar voice came from behind.

The Lord shivered, goosebumps rose on his back, and he ran into the camp without looking back.

...

Zat was tidying up the tent. Just after he finished organizing his things, he sticking his butt and holding a small broom sweeping the floor. Suddenly a figure dashed in, and stepped a few big black footprints on the wooden floor all at once. He opened his mouth just wanted to use wild slang to greet him, but when he saw the person, he changed his words: "Boss, why are you running so fast? There's nothing eating people behind you."

"Hurry up and pull up the curtain. If someone named Hion is looking for me, tell him the Earl went to shit." The Lord poured a cup of tea to moisten his throat with lingering fear.

He is unwilling to make friends with the other party from the bottom of his heart.

Not only because of the appearance problem, but more importantly, the other party is far from being as simple as Mandela's deputy. After all, how can a deputy be able to sit opposite him.

And although Mandela hid it well, Li Wei could still feel the other party's respect for this deputy.

Li Wei has guessed all kinds of possibilities, whether it is some prince who is have nothing to do going to the countryside to understand the people's conditions, etc., but in the end there is no clue.

Simply out of sight, out of mind, simply refuse visitors.

Zat was completely confused, and after sweeping the melon seed shells out of the tent, he still put down the curtain: "Boss, what did the meeting say?"

"Although we used to fight well, they were all small fights. Compared with those griffin knights or Lionheart elite red swordsmen, there are still many shortcomings, and we need to learn with humility." The Lord started with a bunch of useless literary works, which made Zat curl his lips, before getting to the point: "In short, this time we will follow behind others and just fight casually."

This demon war is not the small fights of the past. If it is operated well, it can even be famous in the seven countries.

On the surface, it is said that his Highcliff Castle has been working hard recently, first solving the demons who attacked Corun, and then rescuing Fatir and Bodov who were besieged, and should take a good rest.

In fact, the high-level officials must feel that the army is in hand and victory is in sight, and they have begun to plan for the attribution of military exploits.

This kind of thing cannot be changed by either Furina or Mandela.

Even if they don't want these military exploits, which one of the people under their command is not eagerly waiting for these opportunities to show themselves.

Li Wei is not angry about this at all. He has no intention of taking the initiative. Highcliff Castle has a total of thousands of people, which is really not enough in this war of nearly a million people.

Whoever wants to gain merit on the front line can go, anyway, he will follow behind and get some kills is a blood earn.