A mere troop of noble cavalry naturally had no right to take them to the local lord, a baron of Eruin.

Although Brando called himself 'Viscount Stingair', a nobleman who had traveled from the north, the seals forged by the cripple were all available, even more elaborate and authentic than those issued by the Royal House of Lords. However, the nobility has the shelf of the aristocracy, and a moment of waiting is necessary for both sides.

The streets of Fir City are spread out like nets, and the southern part is often tiled with ochre-red clay, so that the view is overlooked by patches of vermilion roofs, and the Baron's castle is at the center where all the streets converge. The towering spire of this turquoise castle can be seen from an inn in the center of the city called the Fist of Valor, which has been built since the time of Anson.

In the wilderness, humans rely on castles and fortresses to defend themselves against attacks by beasts, monsters, and barbarians.

After Brando's party had eaten at the inn, Baron Grudin's official invitation arrived. Led by a group of noble private soldiers, they entered the castle - but there was no good feast, and as soon as they entered the castle gate, they were greeted by two rows of elite guards in heavy armor and halberds in their hands, standing neatly and expressionlessly.

Brando glanced around left and right, thinking about the big show, and could see that the other party was intent on giving them a dismount. But it's ridiculous that his own group has even seen the Silver Elf's Elder Guard, so what is this?

The young man walked over without a notice. A big man with a scar on his face flashed out on the side, and as soon as he appeared, he reached out and grabbed Brando's shoulder, as if to keep the other party. It's a pity that before he could put his hand up, his wrist was tightened-the fiery red long-haired girl behind Brando had already grabbed his wrist, and the amber in her eyes stared at her as if she had locked on a prey, and she said coldly:

"Get out of the way."

With a tug of her hand, Akane had already thrown the instructor out like a sandbag. A muffled sound was heard, followed by a low wail.

"Stop him—"

The faces of the two rows of heavily armored guards changed, and they immediately stood up with their shoulders to stop them. They wanted to stop the young man who didn't stop a step, but the wish was good, but the reality was so cruel. Brando moved forward, and as soon as the men touched him, they were knocked out of the way.

It was as if they had met not a polite-looking aristocratic young man, but a dragon.

70 strength, the strength of the silver rank, if it was in the Anson era, Brando would be a member of the Young Knights of the Kingdom. As long as you are in one step, you can enter the power core of the upper circle. But since I was born in troubled times, this path is different.

But it must be unstoppable.

Brando stepped forward, and for a moment there was a ping-pong noise in the courtyard, and the heavily armored guards fell backwards and fell into pieces. But the young man could not look at the wailing creatures lying on the ground, and went straight to the second gate of the castle.

The door was closed, and perhaps the man who was going to open it for him was lying on the ground moaning. But it didn't matter, since no one opened the door for him, Brando didn't want to kick it open - he remembered that he had entered the guild chamber like this before.

There was a loud 'bang' and the empty hall appeared in front of Brando.

……

"Ouch, that's rude"

Behind one of the arched windows above the castle, a middle-aged man in a robe lifted the corner of the curtain and watched with interest at the scene below—although he was sighing, his blue-gray eyes glowed with cold. He held a goblet in his hand, a bright red crystal clear like blood, and the middle-aged man shook his wrist, so that the edge of the liquid continued to rise and fall, and the edge of the liquid coincided with the previous edge.

If Brando could naturally recognize this person's unique hooked nose here, it seems that the unique bloodline of the Denel family can give birth to such a gloomy face. The middle-aged man's eyes were deep-set, his skin was like the pale and sickly color common to all nobles, and his eyes lacked vitality, but his beard was vigorous.

"At least the strength of the lower level of silver, about twenty years old." Baron Grudin, while touching the slightly curly edges of his horn with his hand, asked, "How's it going?" ”

A tall man behind him shook his head: "He didn't do his best, and that little red-haired girl wasn't easy." But it's about five or five to go, but it's better not to do it. ”

"Of course," Baron Grudin, reaching out and touching his glass against the glass window, made a soft tinkling sound like a toast, "knowing that my name still dares to be so high-flying, there must be some origins. However, the necessary lessons must still be given, and the well water does not interfere with the river water. ”

He lowered the curtain and turned around: "How's the thing I asked you to do?" ”

The man bowed slightly: "The people have been sent out in the morning, and if nothing happens, they will be able to come back in the evening." ”

"That's for the best." Baron Grudin's hand tossed the glass out, and it fell to a dead woman beside the bed. The crimson liquid splashed out, and then soaked into the fibers of the carpet, and the already dark red carpet became more and more dark red.

"This matter was requested by my father, and it must be done perfectly."

He was thinking about when the old immortal would decide the heir to the territory, but to his disappointment, it seemed that the older he was, the more shrewd Count Denel became. Otherwise, he would have poisoned all his brothers to death.

Those idiots.

He thought to himself.

……

In the center of the hall hangs a lamp carved in dark red crystal, which is almost luxurious, and the crystal has runes in it - so it is naturally a magical object; The dome is decorated in a style inspired by the religious trend of the retro Anson era, with celestial stars, myths and legends, and the scrolls of saints from top to bottom, and at the bottom are 180 columns, symbolizing 180 constellations.

When Brando met Baron Grudin, the two of them sat at each end of a long square table in the center of the hall; Baron Grudin's throne is under the dagger seat, while Brando is under the only constellation, the Witch's Throne, due south.

The banquet was attended by a number of people, most of whom were local gentry and nobles, except for the knights of Baron Grudin. With the exception of a few honorary nobles who had been knighted after the Korkova dynasty, most of them were Grudin's right-hand men. But Brando knows that this guy's real henchman is probably not here yet. Those people will either hide their heads and show their tails, or they will simply rule for him.

Although the Tonigel region is not large, it contains more than 20 large and small territories. Each realm was ruled by a retainer loyal to Grudin, and it was a tradition for Vahnd to divide them down into feuds.

After the greetings between the two sides, the baron announced the beginning of the banquet, naturally in the name of the so-called 'Viscount Tinsgang'.

The dishes served by the servants were sumptuous, but Brando's party ate them as if they were chewing wax; Akane and Tiger Sparrow can be said to have no worries about eating at all, and although Antitina didn't show it on her face, she was actually nervous to death.

She didn't know what it would take for Brando and Roman to be in the mood to savor every dish on the table, and she only frowned as she looked at the dishes on the table, and she was really not in the mood to move.

During the banquet, the baron noticed the expression of the nobleman's daughter, his expression moved slightly, and he asked, "Why, this young lady thinks that there is something inappropriate in the courtesy?" ”

The hall was silent.

Antitina was terrified; However, she raised her head, and nodded calmly in her eyes: "Lord Lord and Mrs. are inconvenient to speak due to their status, but I have no scruples as a follower, to be honest, these things are a bit too general-"

Brando screamed in his heart for a goodjob, thinking that Antitina could indeed see that he was putting up a shelf. But this sentence is so leveled that it is like a slap in the face of the so-called Baron Grudin. And it's not a good bird, and the guy can't argue with it for a while.

He is a lord, so naturally it is not good to deal with one of other people's retinue, let alone a woman.

But Grudin's smile was small, and the others were silent. The middle-aged man stared at Brando with dull eyes under his sunken eye sockets, and Brando responded with a belligerent gaze. What he wants to play now is a young nobleman who is flying and domineering, and there is no one in his eyes. Such aristocratic young people abound in Eruin, and it is precisely because they are ordinary that they do not arouse suspicion, and from the legitimacy of Wen Jiàn-

According to the cripple, even Viscount Tinsgang himself examined these texts, and he would first wonder if he was a fake, not Brando.

"It's the best, and you won't find a better craft in the whole of Pragus—nay, in the whole South. I paid a fortune for this, and it guarantees to keep you unblocked. "That guy is so boastful.

A gentle smile finally appeared on Baron Grudin's face: "Lord Viscount is from the north, so he must not be used to the climate in the south, right?" ”

He changed the subject as he spoke.

"For a knight of the kingdom, a change in climate is nothing. As for the weak ones who can't stand even this little grind, I don't think they deserve to be called nobles. Brando replied mercilessly, with a gun and a stick; It's just that he feels that this image is more in line with his own nature, could it be that he is actually a high-flying and domineering person in his subconscious?

Everyone in the hall was stunned, this was a slap in the face again and again, and they couldn't help but wonder who this young man really was.

But only Baron Grudin's smile was lovely, and his formatted expression could be said to be remarkable. He smiled and said, "Young people naturally can't compare to our old bones, but it doesn't matter if you don't eat to your liking, I still have a gift for you." ”

Gift?

Brando was slightly stunned, thinking to himself what the hell this guy was doing. In fact, what he wanted was to leave as soon as possible after bluffing the other party, his territory was already a stone's throw away, and it was not too late to come to trouble this guy in the future.