Chapter 280: The Banquet II.
Dean and Mott talked as they walked.
The latter introduced Dean to the entire inner city of Horsh, especially some buildings with age or special significance, which were unusually detailed.
"That watchtower is the first watchtower in the inner city, and with its existence, Hosh City has really begun to be built, and it is understandable to say that it is the biggest hero of Hosh City, and the 'first building'!"
Mott pointed to a watchtower in the distance.
It is a watchtower where you can feel the breath of time just by looking at the outside.
The black-brown masonry was made of black and brown masonry, and the outer wall was slightly mottled, and the black-green moss peeked out of the cracks in the wall, and about ten feet in height, it was built on a high cliff on the mountain beam, which was the highest point of the mountain, and when it was raised again, there was no doubt that standing on it could clearly see the whole city of Hosh, and a qiΔ beyond.
On the watchtower, two figures obviously noticed this, and bowed slightly.
Obviously, even at this time, there were guards there, who served the original function of the watchtower.
"If you have one or two sharpshooters as sentinels, you can see your surroundings clearly, even at night...... What a good watchtower! β
Dean exclaimed.
Of course, it's just good.
After all, in Dean's opinion, even if the city of Hosh could see an invader like Hiti in advance, it would not be able to resist with the plain of those soldiers.
Therefore, that watchtower is just good.
At the very least, let the unprepared battle become prepared.
Of course. The results are only at current levels. Nothing has changed.
"Hmm. This watchtower is one of our most important military buildings! Dean, those subordinates of yours are very good, how did they train them? β
Hearing Dean's appreciation, Mott nodded happily, and then, taking the opportunity to ask.
In fact, this question was such a question when he saw the young men of the Knights of the Knights of Fecharon.
I was able to hold it until now. It is enough to show the patience of this silver knight.
"Actual combat, continuous actual combat!"
Dean didn't hide too much, and said matter-of-factly.
"Continuous actual combat?"
Mott frowned and subconsciously muttered to himself.
"Well, there are quite a few bandits in the vicinity of my Zelgaon Territory, especially in the depths of the snowy forest, and there are thousands of bandits...... Those bandits are my soldiers' best opponents! β
Dean nodded.
"What about casualties? Wouldn't it be big? β
Mott asked.
"I tried my best to control it, so I was able to accept it! At least. I didn't give more pensions! β
Dean laughed again.
Although he was tempted to hide such a fact, there was something about the Knights of Fecharon. There is no way to hide it, you just need to go to Vauban and ask around.
Therefore, it is far better to be honest.
"In terms of commanding troops, you are definitely better than me!"
Mott couldn't help but admire like this.
Later, before arriving at the real mansion of Count Horsh, the direction discussed by the two also changed from the surrounding buildings and scenery to battles, battle formations, and military training.
However, after just a brief conversation, Dean discovered Mott's previous modesty.
Whether it is training troops or fighting in small groups, the other side has considerable experience.
Moreover, it is definitely not the kind that is put on paper.
"Mott, you've fought pirates in the South?"
Dean asked.
"Did Etrice sue you? Well, I've been fighting pirates there for half a year......"
Mott was stunned for a moment, but immediately reacted, and after nodding, a look of memory and fascination appeared on the silver knight's face.
Looking at the other party's appearance, Dean stopped speaking very appropriately.
Until they entered the mansion of the Earl of Holsh -
"Because it's in a hurry, it's a little shabby, please forgive me!"
After simply arranging the accommodation, Dean and the Grand Duke's swordsman walked into the hall of the Earl of Holsh's mansion, and looked at the two people who walked in, the earl couldn't help but say.
Undoubtedly, this is again a kind word.
The red carpet had a fluffy feel as soon as you stepped on it, and twenty long tables lined up in two columns, each six feet long and four feet wide, were filled with exquisite food, starting with muffins on sterling silver plates, golden bread, roasted lamb chops, pork legs, then pots of fresh vegetable salad, and barrels of palm wood wine barrels.
Although it was only a little opened, the mellow aroma of wine had already begun to spread throughout the hall, and I couldn't help but twitch my nose.
"Ha, white wine and sour mead!"
Mott, who was standing next to Dean, took a deep breath and laughed.
Obviously, this is a silver knight who loves alcohol.
"Mott, you can let go of it, but only if you take care of our original guests!"
Earl Horsh looked at Dean with a smile and motioned for Dean to come with him.
After the letter from the Marquis de Vauban was handed over to the count, the other party's attitude towards Dean was once again on the next level, if he had only regarded Dean as a guest and an ordinary lord and nobleman passing by, then at this time, he had regarded Dean as a friend - although not a close friend, but an ordinary friend, far more than a passing guest.
Ding, ding!
The Count of Horsh took the silver spoon and tapped lightly the same silver wine glass in his handβa thin-rimmed, high-legged, broad-mouthed silver wine glass that only had to be tapped to make a pleasant sound.
"My loyal knights and allies, I have come to introduce you to a guest...... Well, it's actually two, but I don't think that lady needs much introduction! β
The name of the 'White Rose' is naturally well known, and Count Hosh opens with a slight humor. Immediately, the surrounding guests burst into laughter.
And in the midst of such laughter. Count Hosh continued: "Come. Look at the young man next to me, the lord of Zelgaon in Vaubonshire, who has the talent of giant transformation, and the golden powerhouse of the future: Dean. Willing. Lord Zelgaon! β
With Earl Holsh's words, the guests present turned their eyes to Dean.
In fact, long before that, there were several people who had their eyes glued to Dean.
After putting aside a couple of unnoteworthy targets. Dean eventually quickly locked on two special people-
One was a middle-aged man standing next to Norton, the Grand Knight.
This man has a resolute face, brown skin, red hair curly, sticking to the scalp, the whole person is not particularly tall, but standing there in a regular suit, it is like a mountain, people can't help but look up to the mountains.
Silver Knight!
That kind of aura induction made Dean recognize the identity of the other party for the first time.
Another Silver Knight of County Horsh: Bosa.
It is different from the origin of the nobles of Mott, or the background of a wealthy merchant family like Shiva, the silver knight of Vaubon. This Silver Knight of Bosa is a true commoner.
The son of a blacksmith.
Naturally, such a origin. The achievements of the Silver Knight are undoubtedly speculative.
Even, in some ways, it is legendary - and after the fall of County Horsh, the commoner silver knight went straight to the camp of Siti and assassinated King Siti, which made this legend even more legendary.
Because, in the face of two gold-level powerhouses at the same time, King Tide, who could be unscathed, was injured in the assassination of the silver knight in the face of this commoner.
Although it was only a minor injury.
However, it was enough to make people remember this civilian silver knight.
In fact, Dean's subsequent series of assassinations also had something to do with the civilian knight - the other party's behavior gave him some hope.
It's just that Dean only saw such hope, but didn't grasp it.
"Not this time!"
Dean said to himself from the bottom of his heart, and at the same time, in response to Bosa's gaze, he bowed slightly.
Of course, just for the Silver Knight.
For the other person standing next to the silver knight, who had his attention, Dean's gaze was cold.
His long blond hair was draped down, and he had a handsome but tough face, a smooth chin, godly eyes, and a tall, muscular figure.
Anyone who sees the other person will think that this is a charismatic man.
However, Dean immediately raised his vigilance after seeing the badge belonging to the lion mercenary group on the opponent's leather armor.
Leader of the Lion Mercenary Regiment: Loersid.
This man with the title of 'Lion King' is not as loyal and brave as his own title.
When facing the Siti Iron Cavalry, it was the other party who opened the city gate and turned against him.
That's for the future, though.
And now, the other party is still so personable and extraordinary.
Holding a wine glass, like a noble son, he smiled at the surrounding ladies and noblewomen, and those celebrities and noblewomen who were signaled bowed their heads shyly; However, when the 'lion king''s gaze shifted, he immediately raised his head again and looked at the 'lion king' with more eager eyes.
Dean was sure that the other party could feel it clearly.
However, the other party seemed unaware.
"'The Lion King'? Tut! β
Dean sneered disdainfully in his heart, and at this time, the 'Lion King' obviously noticed Dean's gaze, and immediately raised his wine glass to signal.
I can't see the appearance of my right-hand man who was killed by Dean just before.
In response, Dean's sneer continued, but on the surface, it was a gesture.
It's just acting, and Dean is no stranger to it.
"Now, let us welcome your Excellency!"
Count Hosh's words continued, and he raised his glass, and all the people present raised their glasses together.
Whether it was really welcoming Dean's arrival, or just looking at Earl Horsh's face, it seemed to be happy anyway.
PS first update ~ (to be continued......)