Local lord?" Fabren and Sean looked at each other.

"Did they say what was going on?" Fabran saw that Sean hadn't said anything yet, so he asked the knight first.

"They didn't say what it was, they just said they wanted to see the true leader of this caravan, my lord, do you want me to drive them away?" said the knight, glancing up at the two of them.

"But haven't you finished this meal yet?" Sean was a little dazed, glancing at the food on the table with a little pity in his eyes.

"I see, Ryder, you go and tell the lord that it is not very convenient for us to be a good man, so please wait for him for a while. Fabran listened to Sean's words and thought he was hinting at himself, so he spoke to the knight named Ryder.

"Isn't that good, how can you let the lord wait outside?" Sean heard Fabran say, a little difficult to accept, after all, he had accepted the ordinary civilian thinking since he was a child, that is, the various town halls and lord's forts preached, the lord is ordered by the king, and the king is ordered by the sky, which is on behalf of God to rule the world, and is the messenger of God.

Is that an ordinary ordinary person who can be angered by the messenger of God? Usually when he sees a lord who does not salute, he is whipped a few times, not to mention that he is a small ordinary man who lets a viscount-level lord wait outside for so long?

"Your Excellency, you're thinking too much about it. This little viscount lord is just a third-level transcendent, and there are two third-level transcendents and ten second-level transcendents in our team alone, not to mention that your identity is already unusual, when facing these little lords, you can make them wait, in this continent where the weak eat the strong, strength is everything, if he dares to play temper, we can even teach him a lesson!"

As soon as Fabran heard it, he could tell that the curse leader still retained some of his old habits, and did not dare to look at them as equals with the lords and nobles, and considered those people to be high rulers.

"But it's not good for us to eat, and it's not good to let the lord wait outside, it feels very disrespectful. Sean said again.

"No, don't worry, your lordship, you can eat as much as you want! To be polite, these things are not needed for the lord of Lauston. Fabran hugged his shoulders and sneered, "I've come into contact with the lord of this city, Edmund Lawston, and he's the most rude of all. ”

"Last spring, when I didn't join the organization, there was a transportation mission, from Cork State to the front line of the Shadow Forest, but the supplies were withheld by the lord here halfway, and I had to pay a toll of fifteen gold naso to pass, since then, although I have a certain understanding of the greed and shamelessness of the nobles, but it is the first time I have encountered such a shameless and directly robbed as this guy. Fabran spat on the ground and said hatefully, apparently still haunting the old festivities.

"And after that, did you give him the money?" Sean was curious.

"There is no way, this batch of supplies is in a hurry, so I can only pay the toll, I just hope to hurry to the front line of the Shadow Forest, and the soldiers on the border are in urgent need. The aristocrats never cared how the country was doing, whether it was in danger or not. The warriors guarding the Forest of Shadows in front kept the army of the undead out of the city walls, and dozens or hundreds of people died under the claws of the undead every day, but the nobles in the rear used various methods to seize the supplies transported to the front line, which was really despicable. Fabran shook his head and said indignantly.

"These nobles are really bad! Sean and I used to be serfs under that Viscount Robert, and then we did the same, trying to reduce the food we were provided with, and before a few of us left, each of us only had a piece of black bread of less than two hundred grams to fill our stomachs, which was a day's ration, until we met the organization, we improved our lives, and even ate meat that we couldn't think of before. When Rowen heard Fabran's words, he was also very angry and expressed his deep sympathy.

"So, these nobles are really bastards, let's eat! ignore them!" Sean was also affected by the words of the two people next to him, and his tone became firm, and he decided to eat, and let the nobleman wait outside.

"Yes, I'll let him wait outside. The knight nodded in response, and then turned back to the interior of the inn.

"Let's not be angry yet! And I also figured it out, the aristocracy is just a nobleman, gorgeous on the surface, dirty on the inside, and sooner or later it will all be retributed!" Sean said as he comforted the two who were strongly dissatisfied with the nobles next to him.

"Then listen to Lord Sean, let's eat the vegetables first!"

"Eat the vegetables, eat the vegetables!"

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"Your Excellency Lawston, we have told you, please wait outside for a while, and they will come to see you when they have finished their meal. The knight threw his hand at Lawston, and although it was an honorific, the tone of his voice still made Lawston feel very unhappy.

"Why? I'm a viscount anyway, and I'm not even qualified to see him? How dare you stop the nobles?" said Lawston, glaring fiercely at the knight in front of him, his back full of strength.

"They don't dare to stop it, but I dare!" a voice came from the back door of the hotel.

"Who are you? I want to see your leader, not these little henchmen!" said Lawston, his tone unkind, and his mouth turned up on the guy who had only heard his voice and had not seen anyone.

"My name is Charles Atley, I used to serve as a spirit slayer knight in the third city guard of the kingdom's Shadow Forest for two years, a third-level peak earth warrior, if you think you can defeat me 100%, then go ahead and pass the level!" Atley is dressed in silver armor, inlaid with magic crystals of different colors at the power joints, with different buff effects, his left hand is held on the sword at his waist, and his thumb is on the hook spring of the scabbard, ready to draw the sword to fight.

"Knight Atley, very good, I have heard of you, until the age of fifty, you have been on the front line against the undead in the Shadow Forest, and you have always been the star of the kingdom's propaganda against the undead, but then you suddenly disappeared, everyone thought you were dead, but you didn't expect that you were just serving the merchant and becoming a caravan guard. Lawston knew that he might not necessarily win Atley, not to mention that Atley still had a few knights who were not weak.

"It's a big deal, I'm gone, so what's the matter with leaving? You so-called adults are really quite powerful!" Lawston sneered, and turned around to leave with the people.

"Stop, shall I allow you to go?" Atley called to Lawston, "Wait here! ”

"What kind of son is he? Lao Tzu came here today to collect taxes, but it's a big deal not to collect your taxes, and you still want to stop me? No matter how strong you are, can you still resist the siege of hundreds or thousands of people?" Lawston was laughed at by Atley, turned his head again, and said.