The Baroness's afternoon tea was held in the ballroom of the Viscount Sika's residence.

In fact, this banquet hall is the meeting hall where the Viscount Sika family is still inherited, and many matters related to the Sika Collar since Etandin I have arisen from here.

Many of them have also affected the entire Hokuriku.

However, this is the first time that this banquet hall has been used in the name of afternoon tea.

In the summer, the nobles generally choose to drink tea and eat snacks in the garden, while in the winter, they will choose a study or amusement room as a place.

Choose a study room to represent a peer or a reception elder.

The recreation room is junior.

Among them, the choice of tea and snacks is also very particular.

The whole process was extremely complicated, so the baroness liked to stay in her bedroom and read books most of the time.

And this time, when she had to stand up, she was also stubborn, gritted her teeth, and was extremely uneasy in her heart.

She feared that she would be questioned.

I was worried that I would be suspicious.

She's not good at that.

But the situation was much better than she had imagined.

At least, from the moment she walked into the banquet hall, although all the eyes of everyone looked at her, there was no sharpness in their eyes, and they were all very polite.

Call!

The Baroness breathed a sigh of relief, maintaining an aristocratic smile and swept over the people present.

Then, he walked towards the throne.

Afternoon tea party, seemingly chattering.

In fact, there is a very clear hierarchy.

Especially at this time, where everyone is sitting and what clothes they are wearing are extremely clear.

The closer you are to the main position, the higher the status.

And the higher the status, the more gorgeous the clothes are.

The Baroness, however, is an exception.

The baroness did not choose a dress that was fluffy like other noblewomen, but chose a men's dress, with white trousers on the bottom, a neat black suit on the upper body, a hat worn by an equestrian master, and black boots under her feet that wrapped her calves just right.

These are all arranged by the superior evil spirits.

What it needs is the true owner of Sikaling.

Therefore, it doesn't mind subtly influencing the people around it with some small means.

Therefore, when the people around me looked at the baroness, they felt as if they had really recognized each other for the first time, and that feeling was like seeing a battle-hardened general.

Is it really the younger sister of Lord Viscount?

The usual hiding is just because the viscount is too dazzling!

The thoughts that appeared in my heart made these guests more and more cautious.

They knew what the Viscount should do at this time.

As for those who don't know?

Then you don't need to know, it has long been cleaned up by the superior evil spirits, and those who can come here are all people who understand things, at least, they understand on the surface.

And what do you think in the bottom of your heart?

No, you don't.

It is enough for the superior spirits to be superficially respectful.

Time will let these people know how right the choice is.

In this regard, the superior evil spirit is very confident.

Not only to yourself, but also to your own boss.

Hidden in the corner, the corners of its mouth couldn't help but curl up and a smile appeared.

The baroness, who had been secretly looking for the superior evil spirit, happened to find the superior evil spirit at this time, and looking at the smile on the corner of the upper evil spirit's mouth, she thought it was an encouragement to her.

Immediately, the best trace of uneasiness in my heart disappeared.

"Good afternoon, Lord."

The baroness who sat in the main seat, half of her body bathed in the warm sunlight, her delicate and mature face, seemed to be glowing, and suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

"Before the tea party begins, I hope that everyone will observe a moment of silence for my brother and those who have passed away."

The Baroness said with grief.

The Baroness was very respectful of her brother.

Even if there was no more affection, the Baroness knew that if it weren't for this brother, she would not have been able to live so willfully for so long.

Widowed, she was still young, fertile, and inherited the property left by Baron Nord, if her brother was ruthless, he could have thrown her as a bargaining chip, and some people were willing to take over, even the great nobles of Estaninburg, who did not mind marrying a widow on the rich 'dowry'.

In fact, something like this has happened before.

However, the viscount refused.

So, the Baroness was grateful to the Viscount's brother.

With the Baroness's words, the faces of those present began to look sad.

It's good to be real.

It's okay to pretend.

A few minutes later, when the waiter announced that the tea party had begun, they were smiling again.

"I need to announce the first thing."

"Martial law in Sika City needs to be lifted."

"Starting tomorrow, everything will be back to normal in Sika City."

As soon as this order was announced, the nobles present applauded.

They approved of this command from the bottom of their hearts.

What is Sika City's biggest source of income?

It is the tax revenue brought by the merchants, the prosperity of the bazaar, and the difference in the price of all kinds of dazzling goods.

At the time of martial law in Sika, none of this was there.

Only recirculation is the foundation of Sika City.

Looking at the nobles with excited and happy faces, the baroness raised her hand and pressed it.

The applause immediately stopped.

"Second thing."

"Due to the terrible performance of the City Guards, I will promote Sergei to the new City Guard Commander, who will be responsible for the security inside the city and the patrols outside the city."

"And Hove, who will be my chief of guard, in charge of the security of the mansion."

The Baroness continued.

None of the nobles present objected to this appointment.

If the original city guard commander or chief guard was alive, he would definitely jump out.

It's a pity that in these three days, the two people who danced the most have disappeared.

And for the sake of two missing people, risking the same disappearance, to oppose the order of the baroness, the nobles present could not do it.

It's not worth it!

Therefore, the nobles present were only slightly stunned, and then reacted, and they congratulated Sergei and Hove standing at the door one by one.

The two young men saluted the baroness, and then responded to all this with their heads very indifferent.

They accepted such an office only by order of the messenger.

Perhaps in the past, this was a great identity.

But now?

That's it.

No matter how noble you are, can you have the honor of the messenger who walks in the world in the place of my Lord?

Not to mention, there is the presence of my Lord.

The indifferent appearance of the two young men surprised the nobles present.

For the information of the two people, they have already collected all the information.

Not born in a big family.

Even, there is no identity of a nobleman.

Although it is slightly better than civilians, it is also slightly better, and this opportunity to ascend to the sky in one step is still so indifferent?

Subconsciously, these aristocrats put two young men on the list that needed to be careful.

The Baroness continued:

"Thirdly, I will allow the 'Mist' sect to preach within the Sika Territory."

"What?"

"My lord, do you know what you're talking about?"

"My lord, do you want to start a war?"

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Different from the previous two things, when the third thing was announced, the diameter of the banquet hall exploded, and several impatient nobles spoke directly.

Proselytizing, that's not an easy thing.

In the entire Hokuriku, before the 'Black Plague', there was only one sect: the God of War!

And after the 'Black Plague', there was only one more 'Calamity Lady'.

To put it simply, these two are the only ones in Hokuriku who can preach openly.

The rest are heretics and evil gods.

As long as it is found, it is the kind that can be burned to death.

Moreover, unlike the 'Calamity Lady' who has just emerged, the God of War has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, especially in the Sika Territory, that Viscount Sika is the most devout believer in the God of War, and it is natural that many of Viscount Sika's subordinates are also believers in the God of War, whether it is to please Viscount Sika, or to comfort themselves, anyway, they don't want money, and they believe a little bit.

Of course, many of them are really devout believers in the god of war.

Not in it, though.

Those people have long been purged by the superior evil spirits.

And these people reacted so much, naturally because they wanted to take the opportunity to make trouble.

Or rather......

Ask for favors.

The aristocracy is far more realistic than imagined.

It's a pity that the superior evil spirits are more realistic than they are.

He gestured to Sergei and Hove.

Without hesitation, the two young men walked towards the most powerful people who were shouting, picked up the unsheathed long sword, aimed it at the cheeks of these people, and whipped it fiercely.

Smack, smack!

With a crisp sound, the clamor immediately had red and swollen cheeks, a sparse mouth, and a few teeth spitting out.

For those who underestimate their own gods, Sergei and Hoff don't mind teaching them to be human beings.

In fact, this is what their messenger has told them, otherwise, they would have cut off the tongues of these guys who wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble.

Although the two young men had not experienced the filthiness between the nobles, they were not fools.

How can anyone who seems to make eye contact and secretly gesture when he is emotional?

The two young men looked viciously at the nobleman who had just been beaten by them, and then, with their eyes like wolves, began to inspect the entire banquet hall.

None of them dared to look at them.

Those who have some strength and courage to jump have long been cleaned up by the higher-ranking evil spirits, and the rest are just weak chickens who were brought in to show fairness.

If it weren't for the fact that the entire 'Mist' church would grow faster and become a qualified help for its own boss, the high-ranking evil spirit wouldn't even want to do this.

It prefers a simple and straightforward style.

This is also derived from the style of its bosses.

It doesn't mind developing it.

With a smile, the superior demon looked at the slightly bewildered baroness, and gave an encouraging look under the gaze of the other party, and immediately the baroness sat up straight.

"I'm announced, not negotiated."

"I'm just telling you."

"Moreover, the Sika Collar belongs to the Sika family, and as the sole ruler of the family, I have the right to do so, even His Majesty the King cannot object."

The Baroness said categorically.

When the words fell, Carl, who had been standing in the corner of the banquet hall and trying to avoid everyone's attention, walked out.

He thought he needed to do something for his mother.

Therefore, he walked up to the nobles, stretched out his palms as if they were leading sheep, and dragged them towards the outside of the banquet hall.

"Spare your life!"

"My lord, spare me!"

The cries for mercy rang out one after another, but Carl didn't pay any attention.

Karl, who came from an aristocratic family, knew better than Sergei and Hoff what attention he was paying to these bastards.

Create strife.

Weaken your own mother.

Devour the interests of the Sika family and strengthen yourself.

Almost instantly, a series of things came to his mind.

So, he wouldn't spare himself bastards at all.

Seeing that the murderous Karl, dressed in black armor, dragged people out, the banquet hall fell silent again, and the nobles looked at the baroness like quails one by one.

Fear, fear.

Such a gaze is obvious.

Heard, always heard.

Far less frightening than seeing is believing.

When they saw the acquaintance who was still sitting here just now, they were dragged out like this, they woke up again and remembered their identities again.

The Sika collar belongs to the Sika family.

Not theirs.

Of course, there are also people who are secretly thinking.

After the banquet for a while, shouldn't I go directly to the Temple of the God of War?

Obviously, there are many people who have this idea.

Therefore, at the ensuing feast, all of them ate absent-mindedly, even if the small snacks were very delicious, and some even ate only one bite and threw them on their plates.

This made the superior demon frown.

Unconsciously, its 'food concept' had already been impressed by Qin Ran.

Don't waste food when the foundation.

The same is true of Sergey and Hove.

The two days of getting along with each other let them know how simple the envoy was.

Immediately, the two young people, who didn't have much affection for these people, became more and more disgusted in their hearts.

Thankfully, the baroness didn't waste it.

The tea party ended hastily.

The nobles hurriedly got into the carriage.

Looking at the direction in which the carriages were leaving, Sergei and Hove couldn't help but hold the hilt of their swords, as long as the superior evil spirit gave an order, the two would definitely rush up and kill those people.

However, the superior demon did not speak.

It looked at the baroness with a sad face.

The land is sacred!

The king can't get his hands on it!

But the gods are also divine!

Theocracy, above the king's power, is not to say it.

A few decades ago, the messenger of the god of war, but he was called a saint, and the king had to bow half-way when he saw it.

Although the situation has improved after the 'Black Plague', the power of the 'gods' is still deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Simon, what are we going to do?"

The baroness did not hide her worries, and asked anxiously.

The superior demon smiled slightly.

"We do mortal things."

"Matters between gods?"

"Naturally, my lord will deal with it!"