Viscount Wayne's worries were not without reason, in fact, even in the tent, those nobles who seemed to be asleep were also tossing and turning, and their hearts were also uncomfortable.

The temporary surrender of Kant meant acquiescing in his control of the Northern Commandery.

It all makes sense.

After all, there is no stronger aristocratic force in the Northern County Territory than Kant.

According to the rules of the nobility, if Viscount Wayne can't overpower Baron Kant, then he will slowly lose the right to rule the Northern County Lord, and even after a certain transaction, even the status of the Northern County Lord will be deprived at the official level.

And just in the beginning, when the Wayne family replaced the Northshire Lord family last time, it was like this.

It's all an unspoken rule from the nobility.

But it's very useful.

If that's all there is to it, Viscount Wayne is sure that his family will not decline in ten years.

If he unites with some of the great nobles who are hostile to Kant in the Southern County Territory, maybe his family can still be saved in the Northern County Territory, so he himself has nothing to fear, after all, the mother of the Baron Kant was framed by some nobles in the Southern County Territory.

If you don't help yourself, then Kant, who has mastered the Northern County Territory, is not a small person.

It's a complete big shot!

The territory of the North County is vast.

Barren though.

But the salt mines of the Narun Desert have replaced the traditional income from agriculture.

As long as there is money, people, and power, then even if the great nobles of the Nanjun Command fight back wildly, as long as they fail to crush Kant with one blow, so that he can get a chance to breathe, it will be very difficult.

Money opens the way, and any force must think about whether it is time to ease relations.

The aristocracy did not know about hostility.

Especially at critical points.

For example, Baron Kant's own strength is not weak, or even very strong.

Maintaining a good relationship, marrying each other, and forming an alliance of life and interests is the best choice.

And it is precisely now that Kant has this sign, he has mastered the military power of the Northern County Lord, and has completely attracted the attention of many greedy nobles with salt mines, especially after showing his military strength, as long as he plots slowly, he can easily gain a foothold in the Lion Duchy and become a new noble!

But the world is unpredictable, where could he have thought that this Baron Kant would not be able to obtain the Northern County Territory, and when they did not reflect it, he directly coerced them and rushed towards the Southern County Territory.

This is not a subtle start to attack the northern county leader, but a complete attack on the southern county commander to provoke a civil war.

It will cause a war between the two counties!

That's right.

Viscount Wayne and the other nobles were worried.

They were silent one by one, but they were a little desperate for the future in their hearts.

The troops of the Northern County Territory and the troops of Baron Kant will definitely not be able to directly attack the core area of the Southern County Territory, but even if they do, they will eventually lose in the face of the defensive counterattack of those top nobles.

The background of those top nobles is several times stronger than that of these new nobles!

If Kant is defeated by then, it will be their turn to be liquidated...

The consequences are unimaginable!

…………

And just as everyone was tossing and turning, the night gradually brightened.

Dawn has come.

Footsteps and shouts also gradually appeared around the tent.

Many desert robbers acted as servants, went to a nearby creek to fetch water, provided daily drinking for nearly 3,000 people and horses, and prepared the following breakfast.

Right in Grothenburg, the gates had been opened through a small gap.

Five wagons loaded with bread and sausages and bacon came out.

At the front was an old butler.

is already very old, with gray hair, and his expression is quite dignified, just like the appearance of the wind and the water.

Obviously, the old butler left the castle with the reins and the carriage, and had no intention of returning alive, but straightened his waist and looked very decent, and slowly approached the camp here.

Ten elite desert bandits had already gone over with spears to ask.

Soon they will be back together.

This is the supply that Grothenburg has put together on an improvised basis today.

Five horse-drawn wagons are loaded with food, which can feed all the nearly 3,000 people who are now fed for three meals.

And according to the old butler, the castle is still preparing fodder for war horses, and because the quantity is too large, it will be launched later, and the specific time will be noon.

This is, of course, a very considerate initiative.

Nobody cares.

"Alright, old man, you can go back!"

Rolf, who was in charge of the surrounding defense, also smiled and waved the old butler away.

It's just that the old butler bent down respectfully and decently: "Honorable lord, please allow me to meet my master, Viscount Wayne, I am his servant, the most faithful butler, and I should accompany him to take care of him." ”

"Care?"

Rolf scoffed: "He can't take care of himself as a big living person?"

"No, you're mistaken." But the steward said softly: "It seems to me that a true nobleman should be cared for by a servant, which is the privilege of being a master, and I am his faithful servant, so I should take care of him!" ”

"Oh, okay."

Rolf nodded: "You go." ”

"Thank you very much." The old butler stooped down again and was led by the desert robbers to the tent.

"Huh!" Rolf only showed a disdainful expression, looked at Fatis who came by him, and pointed his chin at the old butler, and said: "Behold, another good dog, he really thinks himself as a slave, I have never seen such a man in Calradia, even my most faithful servant would not be willing to be a slave forever." ”

"It's too servile." Fatis also glanced at the old butler, shook his head, and said, "Leave him alone, how about it, have you sent someone to contact Lord Kant?" Our strategy is a bit too risky! ”

"It's good to be adventurous!"

Rolf sneered: "Big harvest!" ”

"Humph!" Fatis was a little dissatisfied: "This kind of thing should be discussed with Lord Kant." ”

"We're too far away!" Rolf said indifferently, "I have sent someone to rule Lord Kant, and it is said that he has established a Nord village on the banks of the Resniston River, and it has begun to develop. After a pause, he looked at Fatis, "You don't want the Nords to take the lead, do you?"

"Just those water ghosts?" Fatis snorted: "Fighting on the plains, they are just a bunch of hillbillies trampled to death by our Swadians under the hooves of horses!" ”

"That's what I said."

Rolf chuckled, "But they have a river next to them, and that's their forte!" ”

His tone also increased a little: "Lord Kant needs to develop, we can take the opportunity to make the Lion Principality chaotic, as long as the aristocratic coalition forces that are coerced this time achieve even a little success, the Northern County Territory will be completely coerced into our chariot, and when the time comes, they will not be able to take refuge in Lord Kant, then they can't help it!" ”

"Hmm." Fatis also nodded, his face also a little solemn: "I hope so." ”