At lunchtime after the meeting of the nobles of Kawalburg, all the noble families in Crewe were talking about the conflict between Pedi and the nobles at the meeting table.

With the exception of the nobles involved, everyone else dismissed the conflict as a farce. The boring aristocratic life made the aristocracy enthusiastic about any farce, especially the farce of the Reagan family.

This conflict, and what will happen after it, is destined to be the talk of the entire Crewe Lord's aristocratic social circles.

One o'clock in the afternoon,

Fort Kawal issued an official announcement in response to the clash at the Morning Meeting of the Nobles, announcing that Bell Cade had reneged on his oath.

At the same time, the news of Cowlier's canonization of nobility spread among the nobility.

The news spread at the speed of the wind in the aristocratic circles of Crewe City, and as a key figure in this conflict, Cowlier became a hot topic in Crewe City once again after becoming the chief of police.

The answer given by the young ruler of Kawalburg surprised everyone!

The nobles did not expect that Cowlill would not only not be punished in this conflict, but would be promoted, and he would also have an additional title of nobility!

This was Pedi's answer to the nobility.

He was sending a message to all the nobles and people of Crewe: what Cowlier did was right, and the reform of the commercial tax items was even more correct, and all the nobles were invalid!

Faced with Pedi's intransigence, the nobles and merchants of Crewe had to start paying attention to the new owner of Kawalburg.

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At the junction of the sixth and first blocks of the inner city of Crewe, the site of the bridge of the inner city aqueduct, under which the empty, dark and damp area of the empty, dark and damp area is hidden in the elevated elevated forest.

This was the abode of Sir Derick, who had loved it when he saw it six years earlier, and he loved the sound of running water above his head, and the special feeling of being quiet in the middle of the noise.

At this moment, the owner of this villa is about to have lunch.

Sir Darik's lunch was simple, with just a plate of fruit salad and a glass of water. His family did not come to the restaurant to eat today, and he was accompanying an important guest.

The guest had a distinctly wrinkled face, was over fifty years old, had long hair, as white as snowflakes and tied back like a young man, and his face was not covered or bearded like the other Krewe nobles, and he was dressed in a gray cotton and linen shirt like a commoner's garment.

He is Sir Saike Marat, the leader of the Baran Town Business Alliance.

This is a true nobleman, and his ancestors are even more noble than those of Sir Derick!

In front of Sir Seck was bread soaked in milk, a small portion of roasted meat, and a glass of red wine, which was indispensable to Feld.

Obviously, the old man had a better appetite than Sir Derick.

"You can't just be vegetarian, only sheep are vegetarian, but look at it," Sir Saike pointed to the plate of roast meat, "Vegetarian sheep are best suited here." ”

Sir Derrick pinched the fine green plum fruit in his hand and smiled, "The grass stirrger that lives next to Lake Garmage is also a vegetarian, but it can kill a pack of wolves. ”

"You want to be the grass stirrger who kills the wolves?" said Seke with a wicked smile as he picked up his glass, "but wolves will cut you off, and vegetarians can't compare to bloodthirsty wolves!"

Ser Derrick always had a confident smile on his face, "Lake Garmic is almost all surrounded by the allies of the grass stirrgers, and the wolves have no way to do it!"

"It seems to make some sense. The old knight drank a whole glass of wine and then poured himself a full glass of wine, "These things are so delicious at noon today." ”

"It's your mood, okay. ”

"Haha, you still know me!"

The table of the two was full of unnutritious topics, and the atmosphere of chatting was quite harmonious and pleasant.

After the meal, the two of them shook off their servants and went to Sir Derick's study, which was dark and somewhat stuffy without a window.

"Do you need a room like this in Crewe?" said Sir Secker, teasing as he entered Sir Derick's study for the first time. To be precise, it was the first time he had eaten with Sir Derrick.

As he spoke, the old knight habitually turned out his pipe, ready to enjoy the most pleasant time after the meal.

"My friend, put away your pipes if I were you, this kind of place is not for smoking that kind of thing. Derick looked at the pipe in the old man's hand and admonished in a joking tone, "Let's have a cup of tea." ”

Sir Saike's face immediately showed a pained expression, "This is really a human life, you are abusing the nobles, I should go and sue Master Pedi for your crimes." ”

"Sir Balan's lawsuit is a big deal, and Lord Pedi should accept your lawsuit right away. Sir Derick said as he invited Sir Seke to the coffee table, "Shall I now be punished for preparing Fort Kavar?"

The tea on the coffee table was prepared before they entered the room, and it was still piping hot.

"Congratulations on the success of our first step program. Sir Derrick skillfully poured two cups of tea, and was the first to hold up one and look at Sir Syke with a steaming teaglass.

Sir Saike also raised his teaglass, "This is the first time I have celebrated the success of something in this way. ”

"It's special and memorable, isn't it?"

"Alright, old man. Saike sat down on the couch next to the coffee table, "Let's get back to business, old people aren't for teasing, I have limited energy." ”

"You should try to leave certain things to your son to do. ”

The old knight nodded noncommittally, "That's exactly what I planned, but we need to get things sorted out before we can do that." ”

"It's going to have to be sorted out," Darik said with a confident face under his calm smile.

"The lords have controlled the Kru Territory for more than two hundred years, and in these two hundred years, they only know how to take blindly, and we will always be the only ones who give. "They only know that there is no end to waging war, because after every war, whether defeated or won, they will plunder untold riches. ”

"And what about us?" said the old sir, with irrepressible anger in his tone, "we will always be the one who has been plundered, oppressed, and killed, and I will never forget that night!"

Fifteen years ago, during a scuffle between the lords of the northern regions of Crewe, Sir Seke's eldest son was stabbed to death on the way to the merchants. In that war, more than twenty lords were involved, and Sir Seck didn't even know whose army stabbed his son to death!

He doesn't even have a goal for revenge!

"I can understand your feelings..."

Sir Seck interrupted coldly, "How do you understand that your business is always accompanied by war. ”

"No, my business is for the purpose of ending the war!"

"To end war with war?" laughed Sir Seke, "someone said that to me a long time ago. ”

"It must have been a wise man. ”

"The man was a fool, he died in the war he had waged, his territory had been plundered by his enemies, and his people had starved and devoured his corpse. Sir Syke sneered, "When I arrived, he was only half a skull. ”

"Maybe he's doing it the wrong way. Sir Derrick shrugged.

"So, we're going to do it the right way. "The army of Bell Cayde is certainly no match for Baron Pedy, and Cowlier, though canonized as a nobleman, has also been exiled to the town of Sekka to study magic. ”

"Yes, we see the determination of this young ruler, will you continue?"

"Of course, why not?" said Sir Seke, "Baron Pedi's reform of the commercial tax line is correct, but the reform of the tax line alone will not solve the problem at the root, and we need to help him, whether he needs our help or not." ”

Sir Derrick said with a smile, "Maybe he won't think we're helping him." ”

"That's his business, I'll just do my thing!" Sir Seck looked across from the coffee table, "The rights of lords date back to the nomadic times of humans, and it's not easy to change that..."

"But it's not impossible!" said Sir Derrick, "the caravan is on the rise, and the lords are in decline. In the last fifty years, for example, whether it is an emperor or a regional lord, their wars have long been associated with commerce. ”

"Yes," said Sir Seker sarcastically, "in the past, the nobles pursued honor and prestige, but now they seek money, and secondarily honor. He took out his pipe and took two puffs, "but it's funny that they still claim it an honor." ”

"It's like—" The old sir couldn't find the words to describe it for a moment.

"Like a prostitute standing on a chastity archway!" added Sir Derick at once.

"Haha!" said Sir Seck, who was laughing this time, his laughter echoing through the cramped study, "for the past hundred years, we have had to bear most of the expenses of lords waging wars, or holding banquets, or even lovers, and we have provided everything for their enjoyment. He stared at the fragrant tea, with a hint of anger in his eyes, "They only know how to ask for it, and never ask what we need!"

Sir Derrick picked up the teacup and touched Sir Saike's teacup lightly, "They don't ask, we'll take it ourselves!"

"Yes, we take it ourselves, and we take more than they give!" said Seke, clenching the teacup in his hand.

Derick nodded, and then said, "Judging by Baron Pedi's handling of today's conflict, he wants to continue his commercial reforms while making peace with the local lords. ”

"It's a wise decision, isn't it?" said Secker, "The Reagan family is rich, and Baron Pedy is not in a hurry for a long time, and the reform of the business tax program is more like an experiment for him, and he will not make much of a move until the Reagan family is not threatened at all." At this point, he suddenly stopped, and then changed his words and said, "Master Pedi can wait, but I can't wait, I can't wait for a day." ”

"Then don't wait!"

Saike smiled and said, "I never wanted to wait any longer, since God has given me this opportunity, why don't I seize it?"

"That..."

A sudden knock on the door interrupted the conversation.

Derrick scolded softly, "Didn't I tell you not to disturb my conversation with Sir Seck?"

"I'm very sorry, sir. "Outside, the voice of Sir Darrick's butler, said, "There is news from the street that Baron Gomez has been robbed near the morning market in the outer city and stabbed to death at the corner of the street!"

Sir Darick slammed up from the couch with a shocked look on his face.

"Haha!" said Sir Seke, stunned for a moment, then burst into a hearty laugh.

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