The covert and silent exchange between Gregory IV and General William did not escape Estheu's eyes, and although Eshu could not read the smooth sentences from the mouths of the two, he could vaguely guess the general topic. Gregory IV's intention to pat him on the shoulder was too obvious, and he almost rubbed the wound that Esher had been pierced by Setanda - of course, there was not a single scar left there. Essho didn't plan to deliberately hide his unbelievable healing power, but he didn't want to show it off in the market. The other party was reluctant to ask directly, and Eshu remained silent. He followed Gregory IV into the dining room in the back of the palace, where servants carried plates to and fro around the large long table, the empty table gradually crowding. A mist seeped through the cracks in the silver lid, and Esher felt his stomach twitch violently at the most primitive impulse, and he did not ignore the huge jar of wine that lay at the foot of the table. The inhabitants of the north are fond of drinking, and any container for wine has a considerable size, and this is even more vividly reflected in the royal palace, not only the wine jar, but even the wine glass can fully hold a punch of an adult man.

"It's a pity that I have to attend to business in the afternoon, so neither I, William, nor Setanda can drink with the baron." Gregory IV said to Esher with regret, "But it's okay to have a few drinks." ”

Eixiu smiled politely, and just wanted to find a reason to even shirk the so-called "drink", someone behind him walked into the restaurant: "Father, are you back?" Who is this? ”

Estheu turned his head, and for a moment he thought that there was another Gregory IV standing in front of him, but his face was much more immature. The person who came was slightly taller than Essho, and his figure was a little wider than Essho, and at first glance he was an out-and-out strong man from the north, but the stubble on his chin was still very sparse, and the lines of his facial muscles were not strong enough, and when he smiled, the two sides of his cheeks immediately piled up the arc of baby fat, making him move between men and big boys in terms of image and temperament, and his real age may be a few years younger than Eshu.

"By introduction, this is my only son, Prutor Gregory." Gregory IV smiled and walked between the two, "And this is the hero who has distinguished himself in the Battle of Poimbru, the new Baron of Livingston, Baranduk the 'Wolf Slayer'. ”

Estheu didn't listen to the second half of Gregory IV's words at all, and even the noise around him was far away for a moment, only the syllable of "Prutol" echoed in his ears like thunder, and Gregory IV's voice began to fluctuate in a muddy manner, and was finally completely covered by the voice of Viscount Ivanles. "It doesn't matter if there's a surname, there's only one person in the north with that name, and you'll know who he is then."

The only crown prince in the north, he is the object of protection that Viscount Ivanles wants him to swear!

"I've seen Your Highness." Eshu stiffly stretched out his hand to Plutol, but was heartily slapped away by the other party: "No need for unnecessary etiquette, come and have a toast!" He walked over to the long table, picked up the jar with one hand, filled two glasses, and walked back to Estheau, "I wonder if your drink is as strong as your courage." ”

Essiu stared blankly at the swaying liquor in the glass, the aroma of fermented and distilled malt gradually occupied his senses as he breathed, but it no longer evoked his physiological rejection as before. It was a hard glass of wine to refuse, and Estheu's mind was in such a state of confusion that he couldn't think of any excuse to shirk it. He took the wine glass and barely squeezed out a smile: "It's my pleasure, Your Highness." ”

With a friendly smile in return, Plutor vigorously clinked glasses with Estheau, then craned his neck to drink. Essho gulped it down as well, strangely enough, the burning sensation of the alcohol only slid briefly down his throat for a moment, and then turned into a tasteless liquid and fell into his body. Estheu had thought he would retch, and he couldn't help but squeeze the glass in his hand, but until the warmth of the alcohol flowed from his abdomen to the ends of his limbs, and the gaffes did not appear, and Eshu found that he was still able to control every joint of his body with ease. The warmth came and went away quickly, leaving an indescribable sense of emptiness when it faded, and even made Essho begin to unconsciously miss the "Fountain of Youth" that was forcefully poured into the stomach by the old drunkard, perhaps for Essho that was the real good wine, which made him resist and fascinate him.

"What a lot of alcohol!" Prutor pulled Eschu into his seat, "Please tell me the details of the Battle of the Boynbru Guard!" How did you kill the Omenwolves? ”

"Your Highness, I'm not a qualified narrator," the other party's enthusiasm overwhelmed Eshu, and he hesitated for a moment to sort out his words, "I just ambushed the Omenwolf when he attacked the Northern Urn City, and the Misty Mountain army lost its leadership, so the morale collapsed quickly. But it was still a very fierce battle, and we fought with the forces of the Omenwolf from the walls to the city, and finally assembled a defensive line in front of the Royal Academy, and finally held out until sunrise the next day. ”

"Ambush?! It's so daring. Plutor issued a heartfelt compliment, "Uncle and Uncle Douglas also intercepted the second generation of Omenwolves in a similar way, it must be a fierce battle, please have another drink with me!" My father has to deal with official business, so I'll drink the next cup for him! ”

At this time, Sertanda also entered the dining room, and everyone sat down around the long table. The food on the table is plentiful, but there are only a handful of diners. With the exception of Gregory IV, General William, Setanda, Plutol, and Estheus, the only one who was eligible to have lunch with the king was the elderly housekeeper Lana God, the queen of Livingston, who did not appear in the dining room. The long table, which could accommodate more than a dozen people at the same time, seemed too empty for six people, and everyone's view was more or less crowded by the dense array of food. At first glance it seems to be very extravagant, but with the exception of Lanagard, the rest of the people have a considerable appetite, especially Setanda and Esthe, who have only fought fiercely in the arena, and they have consumed a lot of money, and they need food to replenish their energy. Most of the sumptuous food on the table was for Setanda, but when Esher took the table, he immediately looked overstretched. At this time, the gap between the super-first-class warriors and the ordinary warriors was manifested in a very intuitive way, Gregory IV and Plutor were the first to push the plate, then General William, and finally only Esher and Setanda were still sweeping the long table, and the servants kept removing the empty plates, piling up the remaining food between the two. Setanda stared at Esher as she nibbled on a leg of mutton, as if intending to continue their unfinished battle over the amount of food; Estheus was a little embarrassed, on the one hand, he had to take care of etiquette - Setanda could be uninhibited, but Estheux's surname was not Gregory - on the other hand, his oath with Viscount Ivanles was still causing a continuous shock, so that Eshyu could not eat comfortably, not to mention that Plutor was still constantly urging him to drink, this young man's alcohol consumption could be regarded as a huge amount even in the north, he clinked glasses with Eshu in his own name one moment, and the next second he used his father, his uncle, and even his instructor- That is, General William poured wine for Estheu, but Esher could not help but drink, so that he ate much less efficiently than Setanda so much that the latter preemptively took the last roasted rabbit in front of Estheu.

"Are you full?" Gregory IV raised his hand, and Lanagard immediately got up and began to clean up the dishes in front of everyone.

"Six points full." Setanda stared at Estheau, "Baranduk should be four or five points full. ”

"Alright, there's no need to be competitive in this area." Gregory IV said, "Do you want to see how much you two have drunk?" ”

"It doesn't have to be," said Setanda, smufflingly, "I haven't been able to drink well. ”

"Alright, let's get down to business." Gregory IV raised his hand and motioned for all his servants to leave the dining room, "Nurse, work hard. ”

Lana Godemon nodded and continued to clean up the long table.

"As I said before, Baron Baranduk, I have a task for you. I hope that you will be able to depart immediately for Poynbru this afternoon and return to the fiefdom as soon as possible. And Prutor will be with you, and I want you to be the captain of his guard, Baron. Twenty Iron Guards and ten Dragon Knights are at your disposal, and at the end of the escort mission, the escort will be incorporated into your personal armament. Originally, in the Raven Arena, you received a prize of 128,000 dinars, and after taking this task, you will have another 128,000 dinars. Gregory IV slid a black Iron Raven token down the long table in front of Estheu.

"Huh? Didn't let me go to the code? Setanda said.

"No, you follow William to the border. I decided to take his plan, integrate the villagers from the border and escort them to Longwei Fort, and then rely on the villages to establish a temporary stronghold. You will be under the leadership of William, this is the order. ”

Setanda still wanted to argue, but Gregory IV's expression had become stern: "You think I don't know what you're thinking?" Isn't it just a way to go to the Royal Academy to meet Estelle? How long does it take you to get from Raven to and from Boimble? I didn't object at first because I felt that our enemies needed to recuperate just like us these days, and that nothing urgent would happen. Now that there is a conflict on the western border, your little bit of childish love should be reined in first! Do you want to use the best steel where the sword is sharpest, or do I let Baranduk go to the border, and you go to Ismolola? ”

"......" Setanda did not speak, and the bushy pair of eyebrows drooped in frustration.

"William will give you 128,000 dinars later, Baron." Gregory IV looked at Estheus and softened his tone, "Later I will write a letter to the Duke of Alaric when you pass through Shendefu, and he will pay the remaining twelve and eight thousand." In the future, if you have financial difficulties, ask him for help. The Alaric family has always been able to help in the snow. However, 256,000 dinars should be enough for the baron's expenses for a long time. You now go to the barracks with the token and recruit men in my name. Prutor will meet you at the barracks at three o'clock in the afternoon. ”

"Willing to serve you, Your Majesty." Eshu reached out and grabbed the Raven Token.

"Good luck, Baron." Gregory IV stood up from the long table, stretched out his palm in front of his forehead, and ran his thumb between his eyebrows, "This is Livingston's military salute." ”

Eshua responded with an unskilled military salute. Gregory IV smiled tolerantly: "Go, baron, don't live up to my expectations. ”