Kant's wait was short.

In about ten minutes, a burly figure wearing chain mail appeared on the city wall.

With a slightly messy hair casually draped behind his head, and a face with sword marks due to injuries, he seemed to know that he was a figure who had fought on the battlefield, and his eyes were also as sharp as an eagle.

He is none other than the lord of Solid Rock Pass, Dylan, Baron of the North County.

Beneath the walls, Manid looked up at the baron, who was also looking at them, with a slightly solemn expression.

As a merchant family, Manid naturally knows the ability to read words and feelings.

And now he looked at the Baron Dylan on the city wall, and there was a little doubt in his eyes, because looking at his appearance, I am afraid that he is not the kind of gentleman who is addicted to enjoyment and does not know how to develop the territory.

Obviously, the grade in their 30s is also the strongest and most motivated time in life.

But that's exactly what happened.

Manid frowned as he swept over the conscription peasants next to him, whose faces were still a little panicked.

He clearly saw this wall, the level of vigilance at the beginning was undoubtedly extremely poor, Manid was from the continent of Calradia, and even felt that in that chaotic continent, this seemingly strong pass would fall if it could not hold it for even a day.

"Don't overthink it."

Kant seemed to be aware of Manid's thoughts.

With a weird smile on the corner of his mouth, he certainly understood why this Baron Dylan was acting so contradictory.

This also stems from ten years ago, before the Lion Principality conquered the Narun Desert and slaughtered the Gnoll tribe, and even Kant had just turned five or six years old, a battle that the Lion Principality still haunts.

In fact, Kant's fall to exile to the Naryn Desert is also related to the original battle.

"Whew." Kant took a deep breath and didn't continue to think too much.

Kicking the horse's belly, he rode forward, came to a range of more than ten meters under the city wall, raised his head and said: "Uncle Dylan, it's a pleasure to meet again, I don't know how you've been doing lately?" ”

The voice fell, but the scene fell silent, and the answer that should have appeared did not appear.

There was a slight commotion behind him.

5 Salander riders and 10 desert bandits were somewhat indignant.

Because even if they don't know etiquette, they only know killing, they understand that Baron Dylan's silence and non-answer on the city wall is tantamount to a serious faux pas, or a great contempt for Kant.

This is your lordship.

If it weren't for Manid, it is estimated that their mouths would have sounded the national curse of the Salander region.

But Kant didn't care.

There is a smile on his slightly immature face, and the light in his eyes is extremely sincere.

Looking at Baron Dylan on the city wall, he bowed his head slightly and continued to say politely: "Last month, I was given the title of Narun Desert, and I regret that I didn't meet you because of the tight distance, and now my territory has settled down, so I came here and hoped to come and see you, after all, Uncle Dylan is in my heart, and he is the best person for me except for my mother." ”

There was still silence, no one to speak or answer.

It's just that Baron Dylan, who originally had a cold face, his eyes flashed slightly, and he finally spoke: "Open the city gate." ”

Hearing his order, the soldiers behind him immediately reacted.

With the rattle of the winch, the gate made of heavy logs slowly opened with chains and ropes, revealing the pass behind the gate and the hundreds of soldiers who had been assembled and were holding spears.

Baron Dylan turned his head and walked down the stairs.

At the same time, he didn't look back, and ordered with an expressionless face: "Whoever shouted that the gnolls are coming, find out all of them and give me 10 whips, and if this kind of thing happens again in the future, I will hang him directly." ”

"Yes!" Several soldiers in iron armor immediately responded.

With an unkind face, he ordered a few conscripted peasants to come out, took out the horsewhip behind him, and whipped it fiercely.

The sound of "popping" continues.

Streaks of blood swelled out on the skin in an instant.

With that miserable shout, Baron Dylan, who had walked down the wall, got on his horse and left, his face still without any pity.

At the Rock Pass, he was known for his ruthlessness and brutality.

"Dylan... My lord. ”

His butler waited tremblingly beside the horse, swallowed and spit, and forced himself to ask, "Baron Kant outside has arrived, do you need me to prepare the banquet for the evening?" ”

"No, I don't." Baron Dylan, who was riding on his war horse and was about to leave, simply said: "Just prepare more food." ”

"Okay, okay Lord Dylan." The butler left and nodded.

Baron Dylan, on the other hand, waved his horsewhip and rode his horse away from the city gates.

Behind him were the iron-clad soldiers who had been behind them, all on their horses, and rampaging through the narrow and filthy streets, so that the peasants and peasant women with vegetable faces and poor clothes hurriedly ran to the sides to dodge, and at the same time bent down to salute.

But for Baron Dylan, seeing these guys made his face even worse.

Throwing out the whip, the war horse ran faster.

Outside the city gate, Kant and his cavalry slowly marched in.

Not riding on a war horse, this is the etiquette of entering the city.

Leading the war horse, Kant walked in front, looked at the middle-aged man who came to greet him, swept the robe made of fine linen all over his body, and already understood that this was probably Baron Dylan's butler.

Frowning slightly, Kant's face did not show half dissatisfaction, still calm.

"Dear Baron Kant, Baron Dylan has entrusted me with my most sincere greetings and welcome."

The chubby butler wiped the cold sweat from his sideburns, and very respectfully bent over his chest at 90 degrees, indeed saluting Kant with his most respectful appearance, and could not even find the slightest faux pas.

The most sincere greetings and welcome indeed.

As for whether it was commissioned by Baron Dylan, Kant understood it very well.

His own Uncle Dylan, the last time he passed by here, replenished supplies, fresh water, and rested, but he stayed for a whole day, and did not invite himself to his mansion to meet.

"Well, I'm glad to see Uncle Dylan too."

Kant had a big smile on his face and squinted his eyes, like a big boy without scheming.

This made the butler breathe a sigh of relief in his heart.

Stretching out his hand to make a gesture of invitation to the inside of the city gate, the butler said respectfully: "Please come with me, Baron Kant, Baron Dylan is waiting for your arrival in the official residence, and at the same time has prepared a rich dinner, and intends to discuss with you in detail." ”

"Lead the way." Kant nodded.

The housekeeper saw that Kant was so good at talking, and the smile on his face was even more respectful.

Lead the way ahead and welcome them into the rocky pass.

Kant led the horse in front, and Manid and the cavalry followed, looking curiously at the fortress built in the middle of the canyon and blocking the passage.

However, there are also many curious eyes.

Including the soldiers with spears in a haphazard line on both sides of the road.

And those in the distance, outside the cramped shantytowns, peasant women and children in ragged clothes.

Especially looking at the young and handsome Kant and Manid who walked in the front, as well as the 5 Salander riders and 10 desert robbers clean and tidy, their eyes all showed a look of envy.

They had the impression that only nobles and knights would dress like this.

Or rich.

As for himself, he is just a lowly pauper who takes refuge in the pass.

Kant couldn't help frowning at these gazes.

Although the street is made of stones, there is filthy and dirty water flowing through the cracks, and there is even a faint stench coming from the shanty towns on both sides, and every step on it makes the bottom of the cowhide boots "crackle".

Obviously, there is still filthy black mud on the stones of the street.

This made his brow furrow even tighter.

It's just so dirty.

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