"That's it, I plunged my spear into the heart of the beast, killing it with one blow. The boar was the largest and strongest I've ever seen, its fangs could kill a tiger, but it could only be served to the table in the face of a bear. Hahaha...."

In the large tent decorated with silk, an old, but powerful voice was heard, and a hearty laugh reached Byron's ears, and Baron Sith whispered the identity of Byron.

Byron followed the Sith Baron into the tent, and he glanced at it, and in the tent there were several chairs, and in the middle sat a half-aged man in a very good quality coat, who looked to be fifty years old, but who was in very good spirits and in good health.

Next to him were three knights in chain mail, with whom he had a great chat, laughing from time to time.

However, when Byron entered, his gaze had already shifted to Byron's body, and he stretched out his hand to indicate a pause in the conversation.

"Master Claes, this is von Byron, the captain of the Peony Mercenary Team."

Baron Sith introduced it, and Bai also immediately bowed solemnly.

"Lord Earl Clais, von Byron, it is an honor to meet you."

"I've heard about you, you and your people are now famous in Drehem."

Count Claes's gaze swept over Byron, sat up straight, and stretched slightly.

"How many soldiers did you bring with you?"

"30 cavalry, 50 infantry, and 7 crossbowmen."

Byron replied that Byron's heart would beat faster when the gaze swept away his eyes, giving him a sense of fear. This double coercion of the authorities and veteran professional soldiers made him very nervous, and it took him about half a minute to get used to it.

When the other party heard his words, he glanced at the Sith, and the Sith nodded. Then he clasped his fingers lightly and nodded.

"Young man, do you have noble blood?"

Claes asked in his deep voice.

"I have Oriental ancestry, but whether my ancestors are nobles or not, I don't know. I'm a businessman and a mercenary now. ”

Byron replied somewhat vaguely to Count Claes.

"You're not a nobleman, so it's good to have achieved this at your age. I kind of appreciate you, lad. ”

Although he had only spoken a few words, Count Claes became interested in the young mercenary captain who had surprised him a little. And the other party's unique answer also made him more interested.

"Sith, give their soldiers food and a place to rest, place them on the left flank of our ranks."

Count Claes said this, which is the meaning of sending off guests. But just as Byron was about to bow and retreat, a soldier hurried into the tent, approached the Count, and whispered something.

The Count frowned, motioned to Byron not to leave yet, looked at him again for a while, and asked a little puzzled.

"There's a Wikibian on your team?"

"Actually, my lord, it's five."

Byron replied truthfully, but there was a hint of uneasiness in his heart, and he suspected that some knight from Vekia was restless.

"Is there a rider on Vekia that is called... Eyre or something? ”

In the face of the Count's question, Byron knew that what he was afraid had happened. He sighed lightly and regained his emotions.

"Indeed, my lordship, the Earl. He was the eldest son of a famous knight in Vecchia, but lost his inheritance because he was framed. He's one of the best fighters I've ever met, and he's very brave. I don't know if the Earl asked him..."

Byron cautiously answered Count Claes's questions, and began to protect Ellen during the conversation, regardless of what he had done or whether he had made mistakes.

"Oh? Is he also a nobleman? Interesting, then that's true. ”

Count Claes's expression became natural, and the corners of his mouth curled.

"Captain Byron, it seems that this son of a Knight of Vecchia in your team has challenged one of our knights, and apparently we found a little thing to pass the time before the battle."

Count Claes stood up, and Byron's heart was shocked.

Fatis's previous smug Leyn was not unseen, and the Vecchians did not have any record in the battle with the Swadian cavalry. And Ellen is still so good-looking, it is estimated that he had a verbal altercation with a Swadia knight, and finally developed into a physical conflict.

But before Byron could explain, Count Claes went out with a few other knights.

"If he's really an aristocrat, then it's a knight's tournament, and I'll preside over this match and let me see what this young Vecchian is capable of."

The Earl of Claes was obviously happy to see the battle, and Byron could only agree to come down and go with the Count.

Baron Sith grabbed Byron and whispered to him that the reason why the Count had this interest was because of Ellene's aristocratic status, and if a civilian soldier dared to attack his knights, the Count would not let him go easily. Not only was there a disparity between the nobles and the commoners, but it was also because this disrupting of military discipline would have a bad effect on the rest of the soldiers.

By the time they reached the place where Fatis had met with his old friend, Alleyne had already confronted Fatis and his old friend, Knight James. Both sides kept a distance, and their hands were pressed on the hilt of their swords.

"Okay, what the hell is going on?"

But when Count Claes arrived, everyone stopped what they were doing, and even the two of them let go of their hands and saluted the Earl.

Byron glanced at Ellene, but the other party still looked so proud, which made Byron feel helpless.

In the presence of the Count, they expounded what had happened before.

To put it bluntly, Fatis introduced him to Alleyne after talking to his old friend James, and the conversation between the two sides was still normal and very aristocratic. However, James still ridiculed Wecchia's army for not being able to fight, and the knights were reckless, even though he knew that Alleyne was a Vecchian. This Ellen couldn't stand it, and directly challenged the other party to justify himself and his compatriots.

James agreed, but Fatis didn't have time to stop them, and the two of them fought in place with their bare hands for a while, but Aren's hand-to-hand combat skills were clearly superior. By the time Byron and the others arrived, the two sides were already in a sword battle.

Earl Claes first reprimanded James, and then asked about Ellene's family.

Ellen maintained due respect for the Earl, and his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and he told his noble genealogy in great detail, as well as the heraldic accessories that he had always put on his body, to prove his identity.

And Count Claes also said that he would witness the competition.

In this regard, Byron really didn't know whether to be happy or angry.