Under the respectful guidance of the innkeeper, Locke was taken to his seat by the fireplace. Perhaps it was Locke's arrival that made the people who were accustomed to going to the inn for a drink after a tiring day disappear without a trace.

Sitting by the fire, Locke looked down the hall of the inn. The space is not very large, but the tables and chairs are very compact, and they are full, leaving only a small gap for pedestrians to pass through. The blood-colored guards, three or five of them, sat at a few tables, which made this empty hall have some popularity.

The hostesses brought up steaming meat, fruits, and bread that had been prepared for a long time. At Locke's beckoning, everyone began to eat and drink.

There was an incident of the afternoon when his thoughts were rampant, and Locke had no intention of acting close to the people here. There was no way back to the past, and most of the residents he once remembered had become undead minions. Now these people have migrated from all over the world, and Locke can't find anyone to talk to. This is not a society with developed civilization in later generations, and the gap in identity and status makes people here more nervous and panicked about their appearance.

Like the boss in the hotel backstage whispering to the hostesses, he probably wished he could have spent a little more money to make up for the loss of tonight's clearance. Definitely not take out the paper and let yourself write a few words.... Of course, he would certainly not ask himself, most likely to ask the local magistrate to seek the loss of entertaining himself this time.

There was no sound in the hall, only the sound of plates and quilts colliding. It seems that if Locke doesn't speak, it will continue like this.

"This turkey tastes good," said Berg, picking up the turkey meat from his plate and eating it, "very much like the cook at home." Maybe I'll ask him later if he'd like to be a chef in my home in the future. ”

Locke smiled, not in a hurry to speak, he could tell that Berg was trying to liven up the atmosphere.

"Maybe you can really talk to the chef," said Demitea with a smile, "after all, it's much better to be a chef than to be a hotel cook in this town." ”

Berg shrugged, expertly cutting through the food with the knife and fork in his hand, "Well, I thought about it for a while, and I realized that we had both overlooked a problem. ”

"What's the problem?" Locke didn't use a knife and fork to solve the food like Berg and Demytia did, he directly grabbed the pork leg meat and gnawed it in his mouth. Although the unsightly has a side that violates aristocratic etiquette, in Locke's words, this appearance is very cool and not pretentious. You can still mingle with the soldiers who protect you, why not?

Anyway, it's not a formal dinner or anything.

"Maybe I shouldn't care about these things, but my lord, your family, or your new family with Princess Kalia, you will need a lot of servants in the future. But as far as I can see, in addition to the civilians you have assigned back in the Hills Bled Hills, there are also some people who have been serving you in the first place. You don't seem to have any plans on looking for someone else? ”

"A family is not something that can be sustained by just a few servants."

"That's it?" Locke laughed, put down the pork leg in his hand, and looked at them with a smile, "There is still a long time before the completion of Dragon Castle, so there is no need to worry about these things at all." ”

Berg shook his head and said solemnly, "This matter must be urgent, if your family is unstable, how can you manage this country?" ”

Locke grabbed the mead and took a sip, sweet and greasy. He shook his head, put down his glass, looked at Berg, and said, "Your thinking is too limited, do you know that we are walking on a path that no country in this world has taken?" ”

"It has been proven that the previous system of sub-sealing is no longer suitable for the current Lordaeron. As a future king, how can I manage this kingdom if I still have my mind on my own family and limited distance? Wiping the grease off his hands with a towel, Locke smiled and patted Berg on the shoulder, "Speaking broadly, if Sir Mormont is my butler, then you are my civil officer, and Shiloh is my treasurer." ”

"You're helping me manage everything in my family's territory, you know? Hudson, by contrast, is the captain of the guard of my family domain..."

"You mean," Berg looked at Locke dumbfounded, "you... It's..."

"Yes, the whole kingdom is my family!" Locke leaned back in his chair, his hands spread out to his sides, "You are all members of the family, and you are helping me manage this family so that it can better exist in this world." ”

"Like Tairosus, General Abydis, they're like a branch of my family. Although I am a little dissatisfied with being the patriarch of the family, they are from the same background as me after all. When the family is in trouble, they will come back to support as soon as possible. ”

"As for the other kingdoms, you can understand it this way..."

This is the first time that the theory of the world has appeared in this world, and Berg, who heard this theory for the first time, was stunned.

It's inevitable... The power of the traditional aristocracy in Lordaeron was before World War II. It is said that at that time, the nobles everywhere held the same rights as the king, and in their own fiefdoms, they were all king-like beings.

However, during the Second Orc War, they were dismantled by the Orcs, and after the war, most of them were emasculated by King Terenus, and since then, the foundations of the feudal system in Lordaeron have been shaky. King Terenus thus laid the foundations for centralization.

And when the Cataclysm Legion came again, it almost wiped out all the remaining nobles of Lordaeron, and the feudal system was also destroyed. Of course, the centralization promoted by King Terenus was also undermined. From this point of view, did Locke think about it when the Scourge of the Undead was raging in Lordaeron at the beginning, and Lordaeron was behind the nobles? The purpose is to undermine the centralization of King Terenus? Trying to go back to the old feudal system? Just got off the hook?

There is no way to be exquisite, but judging from the sniping of the noble council headed by Viscount White when he inherited the territory of the Agamande family at that time, there is a possibility of this. They couldn't wait to divide the land....

This possibility becomes more and more evident from the resistance of the noble council to itself. The reason why I choose to cooperate with myself now is largely because I have no power to return to the sky.

Locke smiled secretly, the nobles were afraid that they couldn't imagine it, and finally drove away the Minahir family, but they didn't expect to have a stronger self to promote centralization....

I'm afraid that my intestines will be repentant at this time, right?

Instead of what it looks like now, why don't the Minahir family govern at the beginning?

There was an argument outside the door, so much so that the people in the hall turned their heads. It wasn't long before a young girl was brought in by the guards guarding the door.

"Well, Lord Harvey, this is Breel, the current magistrate of Tranquility." Berg got up and walked over to the young girl's side and introduced Locke, "She's the niece of Viscount Quett. ”

A rider's uniform with a black waist, and riding boots on his feet stained with mud. Crisp short black hair, plump body, looking at himself with confidence and curiosity.

Locke looked at her in surprise, and his gaze was on Berg, "How did I hear you say that it was Breel?" ”

"Yes, Briel," Berg replied to Locke with a little embarrassment, "maybe I didn't make it clear... Well, my accent is a bit of a Brill's..."

Of course, I didn't dwell too much on this issue, and it was rude to discuss her gender in front of a woman.

"I'm sorry, but I was taken aback by your presence." Locke stood up and looked at the young magistrate in front of him with a smile, "I applaud Viscount Quart's approach, at a time when the other nobles refused to let their juniors come out to work for the new kingdom. Our Viscount Quat has released the girls of the family so that you can live with the immigrants in this remote place. ”

Berg listened to Locke's words playfully, not knowing whether he was complimenting Quaet or sarcastically mocking him.

"Your Excellency," the girl was unimpressed, and while she looked at Locke boldly, she bowed confidently and gracefully, "welcome home, sir." Life here is much more fulfilling than doing nothing on the estate. ”

"But I'm curious about you, but now is not the time to discuss this," Blair removed the rider's fur hat from her head, her expression changing from a smile to a serious one, "I'm sorry, I'm here with the rest of you." This matter is urgent, they are being kept out by your guards at the moment, and they are also warriors of the Light. ”

"Warriors of the Light? Are there any other Silver Hands here? Locke muttered to himself, but out of recognition of the Light Warriors, Locke asked the guards to bring the people from the outside in.

A group of five people strode in, four men and one woman, one with a white beard and hair, and looked to be over 55 years old. The other looked to be only about 45 years old. The girl and the other three were younger, and one man was very tall, only a head lower than Locke's impression of the Dreadlord Banazal.

They were dressed in somewhat worn silver armor, and on their chests was a large, outstretched severed hand...

"You're Tairosus' men? Still is? Locke asked with a smile as he had seen the robe in the army of Tyrossos, and he had an impression.

"I'm sorry, sir. When we heard from this young lady that you are here today. We're here in a hurry, and I beg your pardon for being uninvited..."The white-haired old warrior in the lead, bowing to Locke, began to introduce himself, "I'm Tawad, and he's Gafford. ”

Another warrior with a snow-white goatee stepped forward and saluted Locke solemnly.

"She's Everena."

The only woman of the five walked out, saluted Locke like the others and retreated solemnly.

"This is Duvall and Vika Dragongrader."

The other two stepped forward to salute Locke, who realized that the tall, strong-looking guy who didn't look like a human was named Vika Dragon.

Dragon-snatcher? In Locke's memory, it seems to be a Viku surname?

"My lord, we are all guards of Tyr, and we ask you to help us! This is important, otherwise it will destroy all your efforts on this land. ”