"What else? What else did he do? "The battle is over, and if Brochette really wants to nominate someone, he should personally bring them to the round table, rather than have a messenger bring him an obscure piece of paper—just a letter, which can't say anything." ”

"The dean said that the man was seriously injured and that he was trying to resuscitate him." Gregory IV flipped the letter of recommendation in his hand, "This is the end of the letter. ”

"Seriously injured and resuscitating?" Marquis Otto let out a loud sneer from his nose, "Could it be that Brosette would like to recommend a dead corpse as a nobleman of Livingston?" ”

"Of course not." Earl Stephen took his words coldly, "Since the dean has sent this letter, it means that Mr. Baranduk has received the best treatment," he no longer looked at Otto, but looked around the round table forcefully, "Don't forget, after the last wolf hunt, it was also the Royal Academy that took care of our 'fierce dogs' and 'iron bears'. You must still have an impression of their injuries. ”

"I am deeply impressed by the superb medical skills of Dean Wang Li." Duke Alaric chimed in, "At that time I thought that Douglas might have to recuperate in the rear for at least half a year, but under the care of the old gentleman, it only took Douglas a month to heal - and even become stronger than before. Since Barandoke is seriously injured, it makes sense that they will not appear. But," he said, "Otto is right, a letter really doesn't say anything, and there are so many corpses on the way into the city that we don't even know where this generation of Omenwolves is buried." The matter of the reward can be considered later. ”

"I think one letter is enough." Gregory IV said, "If the teacher agrees with Baranduk, he must be very good, just as he did with Estelle and was willing to let her sit in at the Royal Academy." And," he said, sliding the letter to the center of the round table so that all the lords could see the three black spears crossed into feathers printed at the end of the letter, "the teacher was appointed as Grand Master of the Black Spear Knights." ”

"It seems that the Dean really values Mr. Baranduk." Count Stephen said.

Marquis Otto snorted heavily and stopped talking. Several lords who were still quite complaining also fell silent one after another. The flattering words about Esher Baranduc on the letter of recommendation may not have convinced them, but the insignia of the Black Spear Knights was enough to keep their mouths shut. At present, the only one at the round table who was still qualified to oppose was Duke Alexis, but he only folded his arms and closed his eyes, and there was no expression on his pale face.

"Then it is decided, I will give Baron Esher Baranduk the title and grant him a fief, and the property and debts of that land shall belong to him—" Gregory IV was lost in thought, and the lords listened in horror, fearing that the name would be one of their father's lost vassal domains, "or—"

Duke Alexis opened his eyes and coughed lightly, interrupting Gregory IV just right: "Your Majesty, why don't you ask the opinions of the other lords?" ”

"Makes sense, Frost." Gregory IV smiled knowingly and glanced at the round table with a playful gaze, "So, gentlemen, where do you think the northern borders are suitable for the award to our new baron?" ”

There was no response from the lords for a while, and the dukes' eyes wandered, looking like they had nothing to do with themselves; The marquis and counts began to scratch their heads, trying to convince the king that they were thinking. At such times, anything must be weighed and weighed before it is spoken. Gregory IV seemed to give the lords a chance to discuss, but in fact he wanted to see how ugly they were biting each other. There is no such thing as a true ownerless fief in the North, and their fathers have long since carved up the vast Livingston. Fesdena was originally the only dependent domain left by the elder Earl Stephen, but before his son could earn enough credit, Gregory IV gave it to the born Istelle. It is also thanks to the fact that Count Stephen inherited his father's good old man, never complained about it on any occasion, and even praised Istelle's outstanding performance - if his father had left another dependent territory, Stephen would have been the first to bring it up, but it is a pity that he only offended another lord in vain at this time. The others other than Count Stephen were in a dilemma, they were not willing to do favors with their father's vassal domains, nor did they want to offend other lords, and if they could, the lords would prefer that His Majesty would only grant the damned Barandoque a false title of baron, rather than a "masterless" village. Gregory IV looked at Duke Alexis, couldn't help but smile, and shook his head.

"How's Ismolola?" At last someone spoke, and the person who spoke was the only viscount on the round table, Falken Ivanles, and the name he threw to the center of the round table was extremely unfamiliar, and the stunned ripples spread across the faces of each lord like ripples stirred up by stones, and all the expressions of them were asking:

What is that place?

"How could it be that kind of place?" Dams lowered his voice, indignant, "It's still a question of whether there are people in that village or not!" ”

Brochette was thoughtful. Ismolola is a village under the command of Oldenburg, located in the same northern Far East as Poynbru, and is even more remote than Poinbru. The Far East is desolate, but there is no shortage of daring furriers, after all, the fur of the snow wolf and the snow leopard is not inferior to the luxury of velvet and blubber in the Pander continent. Ismolola, on the other hand, is in the Far East of the Far East, at the very edge of the Misty Mountains and Ravenston, and is an outcast, no safer than the villages bordering the country. The official road could not be built there, because even in the middle of summer in August, there were snowstorms entrenched on the snowfields. During the reign of Gregory III, the way to punish a lord was to send him to Ismorola.

"I have the impression of this name, my father once gave it to three different lords in one year." "But where is it?" said Gregory IV. ”

Duke Alexis knocked on the table, and Lista immediately brought a map of the North and spread it out on the round table, and the lords looked at it for a long time, and finally found Ismolola at the very edge of the map, a finger's distance from the nearest Oldenburg. It's certainly not an ownerless territory, but it's unclear where it belongs - but who wants to fight for such a desolate place? The lord of Oldenburg, Count Arnolds, lived on the meager taxes, and his private army was cut and cut and still owed wages from time to time, and if it had not been for Gregory IV's blind eye to his smuggling of furs, Arnold would have become the first lord of Pander to lose his fief due to bankruptcy.

"Nice place." Marquis Otto nodded, "A good fit for our new Baron." ”

"You can test his internal affairs ability." Duke Alaric said.

"yes, yes." The other lords chimed in. Viscount Ivanles' statement was unprecedentedly approved by the majority. Why not? A village they had never heard of suddenly brought them out of the predicament of silence, and the older generation was more experienced after all.

"Frost, what's your opinion?"

"I'm not against that." Duke Alexis looked at Viscount Ivanles meaningfully, but for some reason, the old man never responded to his gaze head-on.