My summons are weird

In Noel's study, a special messenger was being treated by a doctor under the watchful eyes of many consuls.

The messenger's eye sockets were sunken, his body was covered with bruises, and his clothes were in tatters, making him look like a beggar. While treating him, the doctor had to use water to wash away the layers of scabbed blood that adhered to his body.

The study room was filled with an unpleasant smell, like animal feces mixed with blood and water.

However, the consuls who were summoned by Noel were all shocked when they heard where he came from.

Ever since the Darth Milo tribes launched a reshuffle war to fight for the dominance of Mera, the Earl of Evil Beast, as the bridgehead for Codezoun to contain the Darth Milo tribes, has basically cut off contact with the outside world.

As time goes by...it's been almost a year.

A consul spoke tremblingly: "The Earl of Evil Beast, are you still holding on?"

The messenger from the Count of Evil Beasts named Vaang nodded firmly: "Yes."

"Does Count Evil Beast know about His Majesty Ravenis's proposal to cooperate with Oroun?" the consul asked again.

"I know, Oroen and your majesty..." Vaang gritted his teeth and changed his words, "He and Lavinis sent messengers to inform them respectively, but... the earl killed Oroun's messenger."

"killed?"

"The earl ordered people to hold down Oroun's messengers who came to persuade them to surrender, and pulled out their heads and spines. Because of their unfamiliar skills, they only obtained one complete bone worm that could be included in the 'Wall of Honor'."

The Sligo governors swallowed their saliva.

Since the first Earl of Evil Beast was granted the title, his family has been guarding the far eastern border for Codezonn for a long time, and the family's evil reputation is known to everyone in Darth Milo.

Hanging on the so-called honor wall are the bone products of various prey, either a complete set or a selected set.

The bone worm specifically refers to the extremely bloody execution method described by Vaang. It is named because the skull and spine resemble a worm.

In Codezonn, Count Evil Beast has always been unpopular with the nobles and even the Shadow Guards, and there are endless voices criticizing him for being violent and barbaric.

But Noel knows...it doesn't make sense to reason with beasts.

For some races, the only thing they can understand is their fists.

It is the ferocity and violence of the Evil Beast Count that makes this mixed land of fish and dragons stable all year round.

It was also his presence that made this remote land that no one in Codezon was willing to cultivate rich and orderly.

Adventurers and businessmen will not lie. As a hub area, the population density of the Earldom of Evil Beasts was once close to that of the big city-states of the four major countries. It was also recognized by Darth Milo and people from both sides of the four major countries as a trustworthy place. The trading area is enough to illustrate the management level of previous counts.

Anyone who thinks that Count Beast is only capable of violence is a real idiot.

It is impossible for such a person to not understand his current situation.

"How much food is left in the territory?" Clerk Phoebe took the initiative to mention this topic at Noel's signal.

Wa Ang looked gloomy: "Under control, it will take less than a hundred days... If you want to be full, maybe it can only last for more than ten days."

"The Earldom of Evil Beast has opened up a lot of acres. As an important frontier land, the grain reserves will last for at least three years. Why is there such a shortage?"

"After the arrival of the Oroun envoy, there were not only disagreements about demon suppression and magic power in the territory, but also fierce quarrels over whether to obey Ravenis's edict... In the middle of the night, people who had different opinions from the earl suddenly launched an attack. They occupied arsenals and grain depots, and after their defeat...they left only a mess."

Vaang's fists were clenched tightly.

The Archon looked solemn, and some people had already noticed why Noel invited everyone here late at night - after tonight, unless Noel died, there would be no option for peace talks with Oroun.

"Since it's Ravennis's order, why don't you obey it?"

Wa Ang, raised his head, his sluggish face was full of determination.

"The Earl said that at first he was resisting Darth Milo's invasion, but now... he is just delaying time for Mera's forces." Vaang burst into tears, "Oroen is coming fiercely, and Mera is still We are constantly arguing over who is more powerful, the so-called demon suppressor or the magic power..."

There was silence in the study.

Knowing that Count Evil Beast had chosen a path of certain death, Noel lowered his head sadly: "Is there anything he wants to entrust to us?"

"No……"

A consul was curious: "Where is the heir of Count Evil Beast?"

"My daughter has been sent to the Theocracy. As for my son... the earl personally killed the two people who urged him to surrender. The remaining few have all died in battles with Darth Milo and Oraun. Already..."

The young man named Vaang asked Noel for an exquisite meal. He only wanted meat and no vegetables... The Count of Evil Beasts had not seen the smell of meat for a long time, although the count would attack the Oro who invaded the city. The benefactor cooked, killed and shared the food, but he could never pass the test in his heart.

When discussing with the governors, he heard the maids say that Waang vomited after eating. Thinking of the current situation of the territory that he had told himself in private, Noel felt sad and stopped talking.

Hearing that the "statue" took out the wine from his collection and filled it for Vaang himself, Noel sighed and let the consul do his own thing, and then came to the living room.

The Quiet Ones and a group of people with a few black feathers on their robes looked at each other in the dark, and together they built a welcoming corridor. Under the gaze of the two groups of people, Noel opened the door to the living room.

There is only one table for two people in the hall.

Rich dishes were placed on the table. Wa Ang gave up the tableware and roughly grabbed the slightly hot food with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth until his mouth was as bulging as a squirrel's cheek pouches and his "face" was shiny.

He eats and lives like a savage.

"If you were at the birthday party that night, Lu Yu would definitely not be able to take away the title of 'Glutton'." The speaker picked up the jug filled with wine and took a big gulp from Wa Ang opposite him.

No one would have thought that Storm Prince Zenil, a lord who had been silent in his territory for several years, would leave the territory he had managed for a long time and come to Sligo at this time.

"You don't have to go back." Zenil said, but he didn't say it to Noel.

Wa Ang drank the delicacies in his mouth with sweet wine, and then ran aside to induce vomiting so that he could continue eating.

This kind of extravagant and wasteful behavior is enough to make Zenil frown on ordinary days, and his self-cultivation is not enough for him to tolerate this behavior.

But today is an exception.

"Please take good care of my sisters." As he spoke, Vaang wiped his mouth and looked at Noel who was peeling a big crab. "Although I have already requested the Quiet One,... I still beg Your Majesty Noel, Don’t force it on my sisters.”

There was a cloud of depression in Noel's chest that could not be dissipated. He originally thought about taking a bite of crab roe to try to dispel it, but Vaang's words made him freeze in the posture of sucking crab roe.

Seeing that Vaang was about to kneel down to Noel, Zenil's strong hands held him down and stabilized him on the chair.

"I promise you, Noel wouldn't do that."

Vaang was relieved and vomited again in the wind and clouds. After vomiting for a round, he staggered to his feet with a hoarse voice and bowed slightly towards the two people present.

Before the two of them could say anything to him, Vaang left.

He wants to return to the Earldom of Evil Beast.

The Silent One and the Black Owl left the venue in tacit agreement after replacing the dishes that had been messed up by Vaang, leaving only the two majesties to continue enjoying the feast.

"You can stop him." Noel picked up the cup and took a sip of the drink.

"Why didn't you stop it?" Zenil asked back, "His brothers all died in that territory, and his father had to shed the last drop of blood for Meira. He doesn't want to be a coward, if you stop him, he will live in the world for the rest of his life. In our guilt, we should not erase his most noble qualities.”

Noel was noncommittal, just angrily. He took a sip of the wine in his hand and slammed it on the table, "Ravennis, you loser, you really deserve to die!"

"When my father planned to spread the dye all over Mela, my thoughts were exactly the same as yours." Zenil, who usually rarely talks, suddenly became very relaxed.

"It's rare that we have a common topic."

"If you talk about women, I can only choose to listen." Zenil's teasing was neither salty nor light, "But when you scold Ravennis, I feel that I can agree with it."

"Sure enough, you can't be my friend."

"It is difficult to maintain the friendship between kings."

"This tone, this tone...are you always so serious and calm? This is why I like Lu Yu. He is much more interesting than you." Noel sighed, but asked again, "You can't do it. You also had a cold face when those things happened, right?"

Being able to be stared at with eyes as sharp as daggers, and still laughing...Zenier could only marvel.

"You really don't need our help?" Zenil brought the topic back to the right track.

"No need." Noel said, "But you guys, don't let the Dawn Territory become the next Evil Beast Earldom... That guy values ​​the lives of Dawn people so much that he actually bumped into him this time... I Knowing him, although none of us can become a person like Laurent, we at least hope... to be a little like him."

"It's not a bad thing if some people die." Zenil also opened a crab and ate the crab paste, which was not too rich. "The people being sheltered must show the qualities that are worthy of being protected and should be protected. Blindly doting on children or people will not allow you to feel this love more deeply."

Noel clicked his tongue and curled his lips in disgust: "I just hate your cold narrative tone. I can think of your expression when you say this when you close your eyes."

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat!" He took off the napkin tied around his neck and threw it on the ground. "I have business to do, so I won't accompany you."

Zenil shrugged indifferently, he had no intention of changing his habits for anyone.

At the same time, he did not intend to reveal that Noel's so-called serious business was most likely related to the imprisoned legion commander.

Zenil raised his glass: "I wish you a pleasant stay."

"You guys can still talk to people." Noel was happy, "Don't worry, it will definitely be fun."

But after taking a few steps, he turned back and asked in a lower voice: "Are you really cold-faced about this kind of thing?"

Zeniel casually threw all the wine on Noel's face.

"As expected, he has the face of a statue... How come Dwek, that gambling dog, has a son like you?"

Zenil was also wondering, how did the old King Sligo give birth to such a son? (End of chapter)