Chapter 39: The Great Nobles and the Minor Nobles

"Trolls? It's been a long time since we've heard from this race since the war between humans and elves! Augustus looked back at Lisandro, who was dressed in a black robe that was cut off from the world, and smiled playfully.

"Didn't your Uncle Fransted tell you not to let your suspicions out, whether in the face of friends or rivals! This is in line with the status of a nobleman! Lisandro glanced at Augustus and replied lightly.

In the face of this Lisandro, who likes to be condescending as a conqueror on the chuang, and also likes to show his dominance as a strong man under the chuang, Augustus has no scruples, but he will not show the idea of compromise or tame because this woman has been in the chuang. There are too few things that Augustus cares about in this world, and there are too few things to scruple about, and these do not include the dewy Lisandro or Princess Ash in front of him.

Chuang is up and down, and the sane Augustus is still very clear. With an elegant and subtle smile on his face that was very in line with the aristocratic style, he bent down slightly, and said with a sincere expression: "Please forgive my presumptuousness, honorable Princess Lisandro! According to the book "Ancient Wars" circulated on the mainland, this book describes the trolls of the past in the battle between humans and elves, unwilling to participate in the war but greedy and wanting to take advantage of everything, and finally exiled by humans to the glorious Shurima Empire, and now the Trolls of the Shurima Desert. Moreover, according to the human epic book "Ancient Wars", the rising Ferreljord had close ties with the troll clan, so there was such wild speculation and conjecture! ”

Augustus stared into Lisandro's eyes, hoping to see something wrong in the haughty woman's eyes. But as expected, I didn't see anything wrong, this woman was not a good woman, she only had a haughty temperament and a noble status, and she was also a cunning figure whose heart was no less than that of an old nobleman who had lived for seventy or eighty years or the old treacherous and cunning of the cardinal of the Holy See.

Capturing the fleeting disappointment in Augustus' eyes, the corners of Lisandro's mouth curled slightly, and her words were calm and rational but mysterious, and she said, "Maybe Master Augustus has forgotten that the trolls of the past are coveted by our Ferreltrud region. That's why we have a close relationship with us! Although the permafrost tundra is not suitable for human habitation such as Noxus and Demacia, it is indeed the best ideal residence for the troll race. And the Trolls have been looking for a strange weapon from the mouth of the legendary Troll King, the first leader of the Troll Clan, and once a Troll gets his hands on it, he can become the King of Trolls! ”

"The Troll King? Hehe, it seems that this troll who claims to be the king of trolls should only have two purposes for coming to the permafrost tundra! The first is to conquer Ferreljord, and the second is to find the legendary weapon in the mouth of the original Troll King in the permafrost tundra. The first reason? Hehe, in my eyes unlikely! During the decisive battle between humans, orcs, and elves, the population of the trolls with low fertility was only 200,000 at most, and then due to the disgust of humans and beasts, the population of the trolls decreased rapidly, and now they thrive in the Shurima Desert. The population of this should be no more than 200,000 at the peak of the trolls. And Fereljord has at least a million inhabitants, and if the troll king really wants to conquer Fereljord, he won't be alone in the permafrost tundra! What do you say, wise and wise Princess Lisandro? Augustus calmly analyzed this abandoned tribe that was far from terrible in his eyes, looked back at Lisandro who was quietly meditating on a camel in the snowy mountains, and said with a smile.

Follow the direction of the warrior who had come to tell the ascetic tribe - the glacial region, which is considered the coldest place in the permafrost tundra. For Augustus, it can be regarded as a long analysis, but he didn't care, and replied coldly. "Why bother thinking about the plans of the weak? Haven't you nobles of Noxus always liked to face weak opponents in a simple, effective, brutal and one-and-done manner? The King of Trolls, if this King of Trolls came to the permafrost tundra with a group of trolls, it might be worth thinking about it a few times, but unfortunately he stopped alone! ”

Augustus smiled. Nodding and sighing, "Yes, even if a troll is already a legendary Coffin Knight, he can't match the ascetic tribe with a population of tens of thousands!" ”

Lisandro? Hehe, listening to Lisandro's words, Augustus couldn't help but recall an animal that many nobles liked to domesticate: the falcon! There are many types of falcons: the Peach Blossom Falcon, the Thirteen-Tailed Falcon, the Basket Bald Eagle, the Noferon Eagle, etc.!

Many small nobles like the Peach Blossom Falcon, the Thirteen-Tailed Falcon, and the Swallowtail Falcon, and there are many reasons for this! Exquisite, beautiful, elegant, etc., these are the reasons why many small nobles like the Peach Blossom Falcon, Swallow-tailed Falcon, and Thirteen-Tailed Falcon. But in some ancient honor. The upper-class nobles with a deep foundation think in their eyes: Aren't these delicate and small falcons the little nobles themselves?

Naturally, these ancient nobles did not speculate without any reason, and they maintained their sanity and reverence for the petty nobles who were bent on squeezing into the upper aristocratic social class. Not a contempt. Therefore, no matter how reluctant they are to admit it, every year because of many things, some outstanding little nobles will come into their sight and emerge in their class, of course, as for whether this is a flash in the pan, it is up to this group of ancient nobles and those small nobles themselves.

Small and medium-sized feathered birds such as the Peach Blossom Falcon or the Thirteen-tailed. Like to swoop a paw to buckle the rabbit's tail, at this time as long as the rabbit turns its head to bite, the falcon can take advantage of the situation to catch the eyes of the blind rabbit, and then the two paws close and twist, the rabbit's lumbar vertebrae will be broken, very accurate and precise. Isn't this very much in line with the petty aristocracy's meticulous pursuit of details, even to the point of being demanding of themselves?

For the little nobles who like to do everything meticulously and even to the point of harshness, the nobles who are really rational and domineering but also equally cunning will never despise them, but they will not pay too much attention to them, in the eyes of the real nobles, this group of nobles still does not have a real aristocratic demeanor, although the means are impeccable, but lack of a kind of big nobles should have: clean and neat, once and for all, this is the pursuit of the big nobles!

In the eyes of Augustus, Lisandro is not like a little nobleman who has worked hard to be meticulous and flawless in every step, but like a great nobleman with deep roots, self-confidence and grace: simple and direct, crisp and neat!

Whether in the aristocratic society of Noxus or in the other Valoran empires, there was a great threshold between the nobility and the nobility. Part of the reason for this threshold is because of the status of the bottom, but there is also a part of the problem of themselves that many nobles have to admit even if they do not recognize it.

Even if a person who does not have the temperament of a great nobleman is flattered by the goddess of luck and gets the title that belongs to the great nobleman, the goddess of doom will come in an instant when this little nobleman is still content with the status quo and is not ready to change, and the glory given by her sister will be taken away in an instant in another way.

This is a statement that is rarely put on the table by aristocrats, but it is a threshold between nobles that cannot be seen but not felt, and smart little aristocrats will rack their brains to do a thing perfectly, the links are complicated, and the details are cumbersome. And the big nobles seem to be better at killing with one blow, at least on the surface. Therefore, many small nobles and aristocratic ladies like to raise small and delicate falcons such as the Thirteen-Tailed Falcon and Peach Blossom Falcon, while the big nobles choose to be relatively unpretentious but completely crush the Thirteen-Tailed Falcon, Peach Blossom Falcon and other eagles in terms of strength.

Looking at Lisandro, who was not inferior to the great nobleman who was not inferior to the deep foundation but never put on his face, Augustus couldn't help but recall the few women in St. Peter's City who impressed him, the perfect female aristocratic model Cassiopeia who was famous for her elegant celebrity in St. Peter's City in the Noxian Empire, this elegant and confident woman who is known as the most aristocratic lady seems to like to raise falcons, and the falcons in his hands are not the thirteen-tailed falcons and peach blossom falcons that ordinary celebrities like to raise, but a Nophein eagle that was equally famous for its ugliness and violence among the noxan nobility.

The corners of Augustus' mouth curled into a playful smile, and he muttered to himself: "Perhaps it is my greatest mistake to regard this noble-looking lady who looks weak as the most elegant aristocratic lady, and how can a woman with the bloodline of a glorious family like Du Kecao be just an ordinary noblewoman who has children?" I have to admit that even the most elegant aristocratic lady is to win the approval of her husband, as for what to think of, it is impossible!

And a woman like Caterina may be able to stand at the top of the Valoran continent and accept the worship of thousands of men!

Slightly distracted, Augustus immediately reverted to an elegant aristocracy, for Lisandro's undisguised disdainful eyes, Augustus's face did not leak, in fact, if Augustus was affected by the eyes of the leader of the ascetic tribe every moment, then it would be impossible for him, the knight of Noxus, to live happily in the permafrost tundra, which was not suitable for the inhabitants of Noxus, and for nearly half a year.

Sitting on the snow-capped camel, accompanied by a bumpy feeling, Augustus twitched the reins to speed up the speed of the snow-capped camel, walking side by side with Lisandro, looking at the ice and snow environment that could already feel the sudden cooling, Augustus showed a smile that Lisandro didn't like the most but had to admit that it was very bright and even made her feel innocent, and said: "Dear Princess Lisandro, maybe this man who calls himself the king of trolls can bring us a surprise!" ”

Lisandro didn't bother to answer the question, which didn't have any shadow yet, and a troll had intruded into her territory, should she be in awe? In this territory, as long as she wants, even the most prestigious Noxus in the Valoran continent, Dakwill Burnham, has to show submission, let alone a small troll?

This is Lisandro's self-confidence, a strong self-confidence that only a true nobleman or professional can show professionally.

PowerbyYOZOSOFT (To be continued.) )