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In September of the year of candles, on the evening of the 11th day of the harvest month, the imperial capital of Aurorus

The Hornface Palace of the Golden Bird Empire is lit up, and the nobles of the empire are invited to gather here, and a staggered dinner is being accompanied by the greetings between the big men in an orderly manner.

The main hall of the palace, where the banquet was held, was beautifully furnished and decorated, with several magic crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling emitting a soft glow like moonlight, and long rectangular tables on the edges of the hall, on which were placed many plates of fruits, vegetables, barbecued meats, and many silver wine glasses filled with fuchsia liquid.

The liquor in those cups was as silent as a mirror under the court ditty that came from the corner of the banquet hall, and one of them soon reflected the shadow of a right hand, and was then picked up and taken.

The right hand that took the glass belonged to a relatively young-looking, noble, blonde man. The corners of his mouth curled slightly, his expression happily blended into the atmosphere of the banquet scene, and he slowly approached another middle-aged man standing near the table with the wine glass in his hand.

If you look closer, you may notice that this young aristocratic man is a little strange to you, and after a few seconds of closer inspection, you may start to look familiar, and then remember that his name seems to be Pierdigau......

Viscount Pierdigo Ducatlet—yes, son of the Duke Regent, and a member of the Holy War Expeditionary Force in the Snowmelt Moon.

However, at this time, he did not seem to have the humiliation of the past, but smiled at the middle-aged man in front of him with an aristocratic smile: "Good evening, Sir Amran." The wine in your glass seems to be a little bitter, what kind of troubles make you still have a straight face in this lively atmosphere? ”

Amran Galloway turned his head, his rough face covered with a black blindfold, and the one-eyed on his left looked at him for a moment before replying, "Good evening, Sir Pierdigaard." The wine is beautiful, but for me the blood of the enemy is even more beautiful. ”

As the words fell, the one-eyed middle-aged knight symbolically raised his glass, but his indifferent expression showed no respect, and his deep voice seemed to carry a little contempt, especially the phrase "the blood of the enemy is more beautiful" sounded in the ears of Viscount Perdigau was clearly an unsubtle ridicule, as if accusing himself of not only messing up a significant war a few months ago, but also becoming the only survivor in the army to be ransomed by his duke's father, from the zombie king of Byron Tas, Erdon.

This made the young viscount a little embarrassed for a moment, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was slightly embarrassed, but he also expected that Ammeran might mock himself like this at the first time - after all, he knew from the beginning that the man nicknamed "One-Eyed Wolf" in front of him was a famous general of the empire, a military nobleman from the southern frontier.

Except for the emperor's direct domain in the center of the country, the rest of the territory of the Golden Que Ying Empire was governed by nine vassals directly under the emperor, divided into the third dukedom of Theron, Ulan, and Logun, the four counties of Northland, Sword Castle, Silver Shield Castle, and South Castle, plus two special territories governed by merchants and priests respectively, the Free City of Philippe and the Diocese of Gullimber.

Amerlan, the Earl of Southburg, a hybrid descendant of the Arranster barbarian immigrants and the natives of Holm, came from a military background, and made a name for himself fifteen years ago in the Battle of the Silver Feather Forest, where the Elves of the Far South expanded northward, defeating the Elves in the woodland environment, where the elven army was the best, and replacing the former Earl of Southburg who had died in place, at the cost of losing his right eye with a bow and arrow in that war.

The general, Earl, was forty-five years old, and with the martial prowess, straightforwardness, and the rude nature of the Arranstrians in his veins, he looked down on the incompetent who did not work only by blood ties, especially the sons of many nobles whose strength did not deserve their status.

Pierdigaux's ascent had unmistakably stepped on his minefield, causing Ammeran to respect the current Duke Regent of the Empire, but not to the Viscount son of the Duke Regent, even if this viscount son with limited ability would sooner or later become the future Duke of Thuron, under the legal rules of the Empire.

As long as he doesn't get ahead of his duke's father, he will die.

Amram's gaze lingered on his face for two more seconds, then he moved away, following Sir Southburg's one-eyed wolf to the side, quickly blending into the crowd of people attending the banquet.

The young viscount watched his strong back walk away, his brow furrowed slowly, his fingers clenching the wine glass too calmly, when he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from behind him: "This southerner doesn't understand your kindness, Pierdigo." ”

"Oh, isn't this Charlie, my good brother-in-law?" Bildigaux turned around, the smile on his face suddenly became natural, and the slightly wrinkled eyebrows just now also stretched again, "So you have arrived." ”

"The mountain people of Logundy are not very restless, so they have just arrived, and there was a delay on the way for a while." The Duke of Logundy, dressed in a purple gown in the style of a long trench coat, walked over with open arms and gave Pierdigaard a warm hug, as if an old friend had been reunited after a long absence, and his iconic bald head shone under the crystal chandelier.

He had the ancestral snubbed eyes and hooked nose of the Sosk family on his face, and was married to the eldest daughter of the Duke Ducatlet, the regent of the Empire, and had a marriage alliance with the Ducatlets, nominally the brother-in-law of Perdigau.

"Anyway, why did you think to talk to that one-eyed wolf?" At the end of the brief hug, Charlie, the bald duke, let go of his hand, took a step back, and turned his eyes to the place where Amran Galloway had just walked away, "He's just an uncivilized brute, and he's still a brute when he wears clothes." ”

"However, the 'Barbarian King' has a barbarian knight order in his hands." The young viscount shrugged and explained, "If I can win him over, my father's faction will grow a little stronger, and then warn some disobedient ones...... For example, the Northland Earl, who thought he was smart, had to bow his head to us and admit defeat. ”

With that, Pierdigaard shifted his gaze and motioned for his good brother-in-law to look at the corner of the banquet hall with him.

The corner that was at this moment under the attention of both the Prince Regent and the Duke of Logundy was in a dimly lit part of the palace hall, and the atmosphere was quieter than the center of the banquet hall, where three nobles of different ages, from young to old, were standing and talking.

The three noble knights standing there, if you take a closer look, are the three lords of the "Northern Three Lords" of the Empire, namely Ron Van Francicot, Earl of Sword Castle on the northwest border of the Empire, a man in the prime of life who looks to be in his thirties, with a gentle and pleasant complexion, golden curly hair and a well-groomed mustache;

Wilkens von Hearn, Earl of Silver Shield Castle to the north of the Emperor's direct domain, is a veteran of the Empire in his seventies, and is now a veteran of the three dynasties in the generation of the younger Emperor Leopold IV, with deliberately short white hair and a high nose that looks like a sword, as serious, concise and stubborn as his meticulous character;

and the paladin count of the Northlands, Kevin Stun, the most hostile of the three to the nobles of the North.

The personal relationship between Sir Pierdigo and Sir Kevin was as bad as it was known in aristocratic circles, and the young viscount himself remembered that just a few months ago, after he had been ransomed from the undead by his father, Kevin had the audacity to instruct the priests and soldiers to stop him in the Winter Fortress and put him under house arrest in a fortress chamber for several days before opening and releasing him, thus dishonoring his reputation again.

This northerner who grew up eating snow and drinking wind...... Who does he think he is? A sentence that suspects that he has been manipulated by the undead has the power to put himself under house arrest as the son of the regent?

Of the three vassal lords of the Empire's Northern Three Lords, except for Ron, Earl of Sword Castle, who seems to have shown signs of courtesy to the Ducatlets, the remaining Earls of Silver Shield Castle and Earl of Northland are the kind of "disobedient guys" in the eyes of Bildigard - especially Kevin Stun, Earl of Northland, who is the most disobedient.

Kevin held his glass lightly, and although his ears could not hear Pierdigo's thoughts, he still sensed that someone was looking at him, so he turned his head half to look back.

Charlie Southke's gaze met him, and he nodded appropriately.

Pierdigau didn't like the paladin count of the Northlands, so he simply sneered, looked away disdainfully, and accidentally saw a silent man in a white robe and a top hat on the other side of the hall, who neither drank nor participated in aristocratic socializing, as if waiting for something quietly and disciplinedly.

The young viscount thought back for half a second, and immediately recognized the man—it was the priest of Cardinburgh in the diocese of Gullimber, a priest of the Sogo Church with the title of earl, and his stereotypical temperament was as typical as the traditional impression in people's minds that had been copied from the convent.

The Priest of Cardin, who was not as indulgent as Kevin, always believed in his bones that he was first a devout follower of the God of Justice, and then the administrator of the Empire's Diocese Territory, but this did not prevent him from ruling the southern Gully region of the empire as a priest.

In this way, the nine vassals directly under the emperor of the Golden Que Ying Empire who were not lower than the rank of earl, except for the Grand Mayor of Philip and the Duchess of Ulan, who had not yet been discovered by Viscount Pierdigau in the banquet hall, seemed to have confirmed their attendance and joined.

The ministers of the empire gathered together, and at this time, there was a new movement at the door of the palace hall under the guard of two halberd palace guards.

The court poets in the corner of the banquet reacted for a second, and immediately stopped playing, and the servants, noblewomen, and the little barons in the emperor's direct domain hurried to the edge of the hall with the abrupt end of the music, leaving a hall aisle with a red carpet to extend through the corridor outside the door, and then, as expected, someone announced:

"Lord Ducalet has arrived!"

As the words fell, the door of the banquet hall walked in with several new servants, three personal guards with swords and armor, and a noble old man who had been surrounded by these people.

That old man was slightly younger than the old Sir Wilkens of Silvershield Castle, and in fact it was the current leader of the Ducatlet family, the current regent of the Golden Oriole Empire—

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