In the hall, an eerie atmosphere is permeating.

But unusually quiet.

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

But there is jealousy in his eyes.

Especially the posture of sweeping the five Salander riders sitting upright, and the fact that Kant could make them so honest with a single word, they were secretly smacking.

This elite discipline is not seen in their remote and barren North County.

The scene continued to be quiet.

Kant didn't open his mouth to continue to say anything.

Sit in your own chair and sit in the guest's seat with Manid and 5 Salander riders.

They are guests.

"Ahem."

A dry cough sounded outside the door.

Baron Dylan was walking in with the butler in company.

Looking around at the strange atmosphere in the hall, and the dozen or so subordinate knights who were originally unruly and unruly, they couldn't help but snort coldly.

"Everyone is together, let's get started." He said indifferently to the butler.

"Yes." The butler nodded immediately.

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

He went to prepare dinner.

Baron Dylan came to his throne and sat down.

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

These were attached to Baron Dylan, or the subordinate knights who were canonized by him, and were the final force to maintain the entire Solid Pass and this small castle, and were also the main generals in wartime.

"Uncle Dylan."

Kant also stood up in his place, stroked his chest slightly, and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

His movements are elegant.

And the voice is calm, and the whole person really looks like a junior who hasn't seen for a long time.

"yes, I haven't seen you in a long time."

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 equals." ”

This sentence does not smell of reprimand, just a reminder.

But it suddenly attracted a low laugh from his vassal knights on both sides.

Obviously, in their eyes, this is their own baron lord, giving a powerful response to the embarrassment they were shocked just now.

This sentence is indeed impersonal.

Even Manid's face stiffened slightly.

Not to mention the 5 Salander riders, their faces turned even redder.

They couldn't bear these words that bordered on insults to Kant.

Kant endures.

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

His soul belongs to the traverser, and he doesn't take the class in this world too seriously, and he also feels particularly ridiculous about the so-called self-esteem and arrogance without the backdrop of strength.

If Kant had 1,000 Svadian knights lined up outside the Solid Stone Pass, this would probably not be the case.

In short, it's just a gap in strength.

Kant stood up.

Still respectfully and sincerely, he said, "Uncle Dylan, I still remember that the short sword you gave me when I was 6 years old as a birthday present is still stored in my box. ”

"Yes." Baron Dylan squinted slightly, and his face was a little wavering.

Kant nodded and smiled, "Of course." ”

Seeing that Baron Dylan's face was loose, Kant continued: "Uncle Dylan, I came to visit you this time, there are no good gifts, I hope you can like these things." ”

Manid next to him pushed and took out the package.

It was a filamentous linen sack 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, directly opened the clay pot, held it on the table with both hands, and said: "It's some fine white salt, Uncle Dylan is a baron, as long as these white salts as beautiful as snow can match your identity." ”

After saying this, the vassal knights on both sides of Baron Dylan let out an exclamation.

They are not ignorant.

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

This is the salt that only the high-ranking nobles can eat.

Although these vassal knights were also nobles, they could actually eat some brown and bitter salt at most, which was much better than the poor people who could not even afford to eat salt.

At least salt is eaten at every meal.

"It's a very expensive gift."

But Baron Dylan frowned slightly, and although the face was moved, it became solemn.

He looked at Kant and asked directly: "The value of such a precious white salt is too high, Baron Kant, have you encountered any difficulties?" ”

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

Kant shook his head, still smiling sincerely.

Seeing that there was no answer to his inquiry, Baron Dylan snorted coldly, and also nodded: "Then thank you very much for the gift, if you have any difficulties, you can ask me to help you solve them." ”

Kant bowed slightly: "Thank you very much." ”

Just then, the servants brought dinner.

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

Roast pork, grilled sausages, grilled birds.

Lamb stewed with chickpeas, cabbage bisque, and unlimited light beers.

Everyone had such a plate in front of them, and the food was also served in a wooden bowl.

At the end, a dish of salt was distributed by the butler himself.

"Let's get started."

Baron Dylan announces the start of dinner.

Immediately, the dozen or so vassal knights began to devour and drink.

Knights who only know how to kill don't have any graceful etiquette, those are things that only knights from noble backgrounds pay attention to, and knights who are promoted from civilian military exploits never pay attention to this.

Sometimes they are short of money and will make a cameo appearance as robbers to rob caravanserais.

Knights, in the fundamental sense, are synonymous with force, not philanthropists.

Eating and drinking, the atmosphere of the whole dinner was eerie.

What was supposed to be a chatter and a laugh ended in such a quiet and swallowing voice.

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

Occasionally, there was an exchange, and he also said something to his vassal knights, usually without a few words, and the atmosphere of the whole dinner was extremely stiff and solidified, so that the butler waiting next to him was covered with cold sweat on his forehead.

Dinner is over.

Desserts were also served.

It is a wild apple from the Sanwaya Mountains, which is boiled and poured with honey.

If you talk about taste, at least Kant had a hard time eating.

Manid made eye contact with Kant the whole time, and they both understood each other's thoughts, which was to wait until dinner was over.

In fact, Baron Dylan thinks so too.

Dinner ended eventually.

The rude vassal knights thanked each other and left.

However, before leaving, their faces were slightly red after drinking light beer, and many people looked at Kant and them defiantly, even the cold gaze of the Salander rider was not afraid.

There were even a few knights who looked at the superb Salander chain mail under the robes of the Salander riders with coveted eyes.

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

And a set of armor that can save their lives on the battlefield is the common goal pursued by all soldiers and knights, but in addition to the wealthy nobles, a group of hillbilly knights from the civilian class can not get these.

The village fiefs can only support their daily lives.

Barren land does not produce much food and cash crops for them to squander.

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

After everyone left, Baron Dylan didn't wait for the servants to clean up, and then spoke: "Is it your territory that has been attacked by the gnolls again, and you want to ask me to help defeat them?" ”

Baron Dylan had a preconceived idea, looked at Kant and said: "But you must know that I am not a Hobson knight from Lion Castle, and if you want to ask me to help you solve the crisis of the jackals, this jar of white salt alone will not do." ”

To which Kant smiled: "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 an aristocratic family, but to a businessman, and was a laughing stock in orthodox aristocratic circles, although he was a baron of martial arts, he still had the status of a nobleman.

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 his face, Kant looked at the cold Baron Dylan, but said softly: "I don't have a crisis of jackals, nor do I mean to be humiliated, I just want to start a long-term trade with you, Uncle Dylan." ”

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