"Sir, no." In the surprised gazes of the two young men, the calm knight spoke.

"Bismal Keqing, I need an explanation." Any lord would be very upset to be questioned in such a face-to-face. The knight is loyal and capable, but he also seems to be quite stubborn about what he has set his sights on.

It's just some ambition, which is completely bearable relative to his ability.

Seeing the dissatisfaction revealed in his lord's beautiful pure black eyes, Bismal was also a little nervous. But the loyalty in his heart did not allow him to flinch: "Sir, Claes's speech is indeed very wonderful. But if he is directly given the position of head in charge, it will be too child's play, and others will be unconvinced. Please think twice, sir. ”

looked at the middle-aged knight's bow to the end, and he looked extremely resolute. Sinloth was also a little entangled, Bismal was right, compared to himself, others couldn't see Claes's attribute bar. At such a young age, it is normal to be questioned whether you can take on a big responsibility, right?

In the end, it's still a lack of qualifications, just like yourself.

Thinking of this, Xinluo waved his hand a little irritably: "I already know about this matter, what Bismal Keqing said is indeed very reasonable." But I won't take the order back, time will tell. ”

With this eloquence alone, Sinloth believed that he would succeed. What's more, his domineering qualities.

"But, sir"

Bismal wanted to persuade again, but Xinluo had completely lost interest in listening, and he said with an unhappy face: "Bismal Keqing, are you questioning my vision?" ”

"That's not what it means."

"Very well, then, it was decided."

Just as the two Bismarc were about to continue their admonition in the face of the baron's wrath, the party who had been ignored spoke up. The blond-haired young man remained humble, and said as if it were none of his business: "Sir, I think what Master Bismalko said is quite reasonable. It is indeed impossible to convince such a young man to accept his fate. ”

"Oh? Do you think so? "Cynlos looked at this guy with interest, becoming a manager, could he give up such a big temptation?"

"No, wise sir. Since people don't believe me, I just need to make a performance that will shut them up, right? The young man smiled, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously brought a confident smile.

Seeing him like this, Xinlos also laughed: "Very good, I appreciate you." Well, I'll give you two months, during which time I'll be your protector, but I'm not going to give you the slightest amount of support other than that, it's all up to you. I'm looking forward to you doing something to shut them up. ”

"My lord, I think I need a concession for certain goods." The young man did not respond immediately, but began to bargain.

"That's fine, but I hope you don't let me down. Do you understand? Sinlos took a deep look at this guy, under the influence of the empire's policies, although the lords everywhere were at a high level, the trade activities never stopped. The same is true of Desmond, which does not require a lord's permission for general goods.

What needs to be licensed is, of course, those few contraband.

"Naturally, I'm determined not to disappoint the adults." The young man bowed his head and bowed to the end.

"So be it." Sinloth glanced at Bismalko and listened to the conversation between Sinroth and Claes, and at this moment the loyal knight could not say anything more. He was silent, acting as a background.

"You go back and prepare, I'll give the letter of introduction to Bismarck later, just let him no, it's Gino." It's not safe on the road now, so let Gino accompany you on the road. ”

"Thank you for your kindness."

"Then go ahead." Hearing the meaning of the baron's send-off, Claes naturally did not dare to linger, he saluted, and walked out of the hall of the castle with the frustrated Lawrence.

Sinloth looked at the obvious water stains on Chryce's linen clothes, and a smile curled into the corners of his mouth

Claes came out of the castle, and he took a big breath of the fresh air outside. In Desmond, where the summer was not hot, the short time in the hall made his back wet with sweat.

The young lord had been smiling, and had praised him many times along the way. But his invisible pride always made him dare not transgress in the slightest. Such arrogance was seen among the nobles of other places, and the nobles were never stingy with heavy hands when it came to those who offended them.

However, speaking of which, although the demeanor is a little vulgar, the noble temperament and confident eyes are definitely not something that a small family can cultivate. Even if he was the heir to a large family, Claes felt that he would believe it.

However, if it is the heir of a big family, how can he come to this shabby place in Desmond, and besides, the surname Fan Zhuo has not been heard of before.

"What do you think?" The white-haired Lawrence asked with a smile as he patted his friend on the shoulder. At the moment when he was in a daze, the optimistic Lawrence had already adjusted his mood, and there was no longer a trace of gloom on his face.

"I'm sorry, Lawrence."

"I've said it all, you don't have to mind that." The white-haired young man smiled, without a hint of nostalgia: "There will always be losses and profits in business, but this time I just didn't meet a good customer." But it's a pity.,Originally, I said that everyone would go to the province to see it together.,Now I'm afraid I'll have to go alone.。 ”

Sure enough, I still care about it.

Claes also laughed: "So, today I have a treat, let's go to the tavern for a drink." ”

"It's not like you, Claes. Didn't you say before that everyone who goes to the tavern is a fool? It's better to waste precious money on something as useless as drinking, and throw it in the lake. If you throw it into the lake, you may encounter the fairy in the lake, and if you throw it into the tavern, you can only get a headache for one day, and there is no more loss-making business than this. ”

"Hahaha, aren't you in a good mood today, even if it's me, sometimes I want to relax."

"Okay, since you say so, let's go."

Compared to other counties in Britannia, Desmond is quite backward. However, in this cold northern country, as long as there are people, there will be no shortage of taverns. Bad wine and fire have always been the only magic weapons for northern men to survive the long winter.

Claes pushed open the door to the tavern, and as expected, only a few drunks sat sporadically inside, and the bearded tavern owner was silently wiping his glass on the bar.

"Hey, Roland. How's it going, and how is business going? It was clear that Claes and the tavernkeeper were acquaintances, and he casually greeted and pulled Lawrence to sit down at the bar.

"Didn't you see it all? Thanks to that shrewd and capable tax officer, I have been paid my taxes in advance for two years, so I can only say that I am still hungry for the time being, what do you want to do? ”

Even ordinary peasants are not spared, let alone taverns in the big head. No matter how much Roland pleaded, the tax collector, whose eyes were as sharp as vultures, would not let him go in any way. In the end, he paid the taxes for two years in a row.

"Two drinks of McBar."

"Okay."

The two of them were bored drinking dry, and the two drank and chatted with Roland unconsciously. From the little of the nobles of the Central Province, to the Norman barbarians far away in the north.

"I don't know when such a day will pass, I hope the new lord is here, it will be better. When I look at him, I want to do something. Claes took a sip of wine, he was not very addicted to alcohol, and this time he came to the tavern more to comfort his friend.

"Better?" Roland sneered: "Which nobleman is different now?" I only hope that when I die, my son will have the money to ask a priest to pray for me, and then I will be satisfied. ”

"Son?" Unlike the restrained Claes, Lawrence, who was in a bad mood, drank too much uncontrollably: "Roland, fill me with Roland again, you are not married yet, are you?" ”

"Oh, isn't it?" The bearded tavern owner smiled helplessly, having been a mercenary outside for so many years, he thought that he would go back to his hometown to get married after saving enough money, and inherit his father's tavern by the way. Who would have thought that after a lot of hardships and overthrowing the enemy who had formed a beam when he was doing black work in the past, he finally returned to his hometown, but he was faced with this situation? The tavern has been inherited, but what good girl would marry him, a murderous mercenary old man?

"You're not married, you're thirty years old." Claes was really surprised this time, he and Roland had known each other for some years, and he knew keenly that Roland didn't want to talk about this kind of thing, so he never asked. Only then did I know that he was

Thirty years old, in this era of precariousness, is already quite an age.

"What's so good about getting married, when the time comes, it's really not good, just recognize an adopted child, it's terrible to be an adoptive woman, I'm at this age anyway, and I don't want to be contaminated anymore." Roland really didn't want to talk about it, he sighed and changed the subject.

"Women are like that anyway, what's so scary?"

"Hehe, you don't know." Roland smiled, leaned over, glanced at the drunks lying on the table, and whispered: "A while ago, Duke Taylor was deceived by his daughter to the North Sea, and the first fleet of the empire was completely wiped out. ”

"What!" Hearing such exciting news, Claes and Lawrence couldn't help but widen their eyes. As the elder of the three dynasties of the empire, Duke Taylor was loyal and stubborn, and was the staunchest royalist. In the current decline of the empire, it has always been relied on by the emperor as a pillar stone. Relatively speaking, the destruction of the First Squadron of the Imperial Navy is a trivial matter.

"North Sea? Is it Norman? Hasn't Lord Taylor been pressing them for so many years, how can it be this time "Taylor, as the strongman of the military, is still the object of worship of many young people, even in the distant province of Britannia.

"Not really." Roland sighed: "Lord Taylor has fought the Normans so many times, when has he ever suffered. If it weren't for his daughter Gianna this time."

"What happened to Gianna?"

"Back then, she fell out with Duke Taylor, eloped with the Norman, and almost the old duke to death, and this time she teamed up with her husband, saying that she couldn't stand her husband's rudeness and wanted to go home, so let the old duke pick her up. The old duke had some doubts in his heart, but thought that after all, it was his own daughter, and he would never harm him. The cautious old duke also deliberately brought the first fleet of the empire with him to make sure things happen. If nothing happens, it will be considered a training exercise, and who knows, when they returned, they came across all the warships in the territory of the Normans"

"It's still true," Claes took a long sip of wine, trying to swallow the overly surprised news.

"Maybe there's some misunderstanding, right? After all, the old duke is her biological father, and he took 10,000 steps back and said, even if she really didn't care about that blood. Having a strong father would also improve her status among the Normans, right? Unlike Claes, Lawrence expressed obvious doubts about the veracity of the incident.

"Hey, what's there to doubt about this. Women, it's all like that. It may be that her husband has a big job, okay, hey, hey" Roland smiled lewdly, squeezed his eyes, and made an expression that all men understand.

"Isn't the empire dangerous? If the First Fleet is wiped out," Claes was silent for a moment, thinking more from Roland's message. He didn't doubt the authenticity of Roland's news, this old slippery head among mercenaries always had his own intelligence channels.

"Well, it is said that the old duke also hit the Normans hard at that time, and they should not be able to go south in the near future, right?" For this, Roland himself is not sure, no matter how powerful the imperial navy is, no matter how sharp the old duke's command is. With the strength of a detachment, it is absolutely impossible to defeat the assembly of all Norman fleets, and even if it is a heavy loss, it is quite difficult. Crushed by the sheer number of battleships, other tricks have lost their meaning.

"Perhaps, but what does it have to do with us?" This kind of news, if you listen to it, you will hear it, and it has nothing to do with them as civilians anyway. Thinking so, Lawrence filled himself with a glass again.

"yes, who's to say it isn't? These are all headaches for the noble lords, right, Claes, you have a wide range of people, do you know anyone who doesn't want children. I'm really tired, and if I have a good child, I'll just go straight to it. ”

"Well, this one, it doesn't seem to be, I'll go back and ask for you."

"Well, thank you very much. I really don't want to run this tavern anymore, if it weren't for the ancestral heirloom, alas. Roland is also a little unhappy, the ambition of his youth has gone with time, and now, he is just hoping to find a bad old man who can support his son.

All three of them had something on their minds, and the atmosphere gradually became silent. Claes took two sips of wine, and an idea rose in his mind, perhaps because he had drunk too much, but he, who was usually restrained, actually said this idea directly.

"That's right, Roland. If you have time, go and meet the lord. He's a very interesting guy and might be able to help you. ”

"Huh?" The bearded man, who already had some drunkenness, looked at this guy with his eyes open and inexplicably