Lance didn't care what his little maid was thinking, a small misunderstanding seemed to be able to adjust people's moods, and he returned to the demeanor of a nobleman, no longer anxious as before.

"Speaking of which, it doesn't seem like I'm completely out of the cracks..."

He gracefully picked up the crystal glass, took a sip from time to time, thought about the next plan in his heart, and quietly waited for the two to finish the meal.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at the two Rangers.

It can be seen that their recent condition is very bad, the shabby leather armor is dirty, exuding a peculiar smell, and there are one or two bruises on their faces, which must have been in an argument with someone recently.

And the only reason for the dispute recently is whether his group is a deserter.

If it were me, I would never let go of this great opportunity to confuse my vision, let alone the master hiding in the shadows!

I believe that there are already various versions of rumors circulating in the castle at this moment, and Martin and Jacob, as witnesses and parties, are bound to be rejected by everyone, and Lance is even worried that they will be assassinated by betrayers hiding in the shadows.

But maybe it's because of the fear of complications?

Anyway, after being splashed with sewage, no matter how the two of them told about the situation at the time, they would be mistaken by others as an excuse for some of their actions.

As long as the rangers who fell into Ryan Town don't come back for a day, they lack enough convincing power, no matter how fanciful they say, they will be disappointed.

Lance clearly knew that since he gave that wrong order on the battlefield, he had already plunged into this trap, depending on what the goal was and when he planned to close the net.

An elaborate conspiracy is like a game of chess, and the winner is often a foregone conclusion at the moment of defeat. When you make the wrong first step, no matter how you take the next step, there is only one direction left, after all, there is no such thing as regret in life.

"If it were him, what would he do next? What would be their goal...?" he unconsciously shook the wine glass in his hand, and the thoughts in his mind stirred.

Lance never thought he was going to be the big fish, he wasn't qualified to pay that much - it was a Livingston civilian in a town and nearly a squad of Rangers!

And once the army of the Omenwolf attacked, it would even have to add the bargaining chip of Ilcutrin. According to the proportion of pay and gain in the rules, you can barely be regarded as a chess piece at best.

"Maybe the god of 'Nidaya' will be a variable?' Will 'he' be his only hole card that no one knows...?" Although there was some suspicion in his heart, Lance still secretly decided: "No matter who you are, if you dare to play this game of chess with the lives of Livingston's people and soldiers, you will have to pay the price you deserve!"

Drinking the dark red liquid in the cup, Lance noticed that the two of them had finished eating, so he calmed down and said with a smile: "Tell me, the current situation in the castle?"

Martin and Jacob looked at each other, and after a few small movements, the two decided that Martin would answer Lance's question.

"I'm sorry, my lord," he said, with his head lowered and a look of chagrin, "at that time, you were seriously injured and unconscious, and because I was worried that you would not receive good treatment, my subordinates took it upon themselves to send you back to the castle, but I didn't expect that they would.... I'll say that about you...."

"What are you talking about me?" asked Lance, calmly.

"Say you're defeated... It's a deserter..."Martin's head drooped lower and lower, and the man who could charge without changing his face even in the face of death was now blushing with guilt.

"Did you win?" Lance shifted his seat slightly, leaning back in his chair.

"Huh...?" Martin was slightly stunned.

Jacob quickly poked him in the waist and pointed to the bruises on his face.

"Ahh

"That's not bad. Lance bowed slightly: "Have you found out who is spreading rumors?"

"I'm sorry, my lord," Martin said with a wry smile, "When we came back, we found that everyone said that, and we tried to explain, but..."

"Hmm...," Lance thought for a moment and muttered, "So what's the news from Ryan Town?"

He paused and added, "I remember, there were three of you?"

"Yes, sir. Martin looked a little uneasy: "At that time, we discussed and decided to leave one person to report to Lord Igor on your status and pass on the latest situation in Ryan Town..."

"But he didn't come back?" Lance interrupted, a little stern.

"Perhaps... Maybe it's something delayed on the way..."Martin explained a little uncertainly: "For example... An ambush by the barbarians of the Misty Mountains?"

Maybe?

The answer involuntarily appeared in his heart, and Lance's expression became serious: "Then the last question, why don't you take me to the nearest town of Lane? You must know that it is three days to go back to Ilcutrin, don't you worry that I will die on the way due to my injuries?"

This question was a bit heartbreaking, and even Jacob's face turned pale in an instant, and they fell to their knees with a 'swish'.

"My lord! my subordinates would never dare to think so!"

"That's right, my lord, we just thought that the town of Ryan was surrounded by the barbarians of the Misty Mountains, and your lord was seriously injured, so..."

"Okay, I believe you!" Seeing that the two of them didn't look like they were fake, Lance raised his hand to signal the two of them to get up, and muttered a little decadently, "Besides, the situation is not as simple as you think..."

"So I thought it might be better to send you back for treatment, after all, there is Lord Igor in Ryan Town, and you should... Ahh

Martin looked at him dumbfounded, realizing for the first time that his brother, who usually seemed to be taciturn, turned out to have the potential to talk...

"Well, that's not all...", Lance seemed to have made up some kind of determination, and said in a firm tone, "I will also canonize you as knights!"

"Your Excellency!?" all three voices sounded almost simultaneously.

Angel took the lead and said, "If Lord Duke knows, he will definitely blame you..."

She had been staying behind Lance and quietly listening to the conversation between several people, and was very dissatisfied with the behavior of the two of them that had damaged the reputation of her own adult, but at this moment she couldn't help but stand up.

"The Stoke family is a family that even the proud dragon knights are willing to follow, and the dragon knights have even sent their captain 'Red Hand Lista' to serve under the Duke's command!" Anqi proclaimed.

"I heard there's a dragon guarding Livingston!" is a reference to the Dragon Knights, and while they don't really ride dragons (the mighty creatures have disappeared since the legendary Battle of the Titans), that doesn't detract from their strength.

Once upon a time, as the people of the kingdom of Goupande, after the fall of the royal family, the people of Ravenston remained loyal to the Silver Throne of Sarion.

However, in the year 199 of the Pandral calendar, the Misty Mountain tribes banded together and launched an invasion on an unprecedented scale, which led to the siege of Ryan.

Lord Ryan sent a letter to the lords of the kingdom asking for help, but the lords of the south refused to join the war, and finally the lords of the north united to support Ryan, breaking the famous siege of Ryan and decisively defeating the army of Misty Mountain.

Legend has it that a dragon took the form of the hero Cliff Makmanas during the siege of Ryan and the Dragon Knights were established to commemorate the fearless warriors of Ryan, and those who excelled in battle were given a place in the Knights.

However, since the Dragon Knights were not included in the Charter of Valides, the Southern Lords were outraged and quickly disbanded the Order. The lord of Livingston saw this as a serious insult to the noble warriors who had sacrificed generously and withdrew from the Kingdom of Sarion.

Thus, the Kingdom of Livingston was born. The Dragon Knights, made up of the elite of Livingston's aristocracy, are known as one of the most feared classes on the battlefield.

However, unlike the other knights of Pander, these knights did not swear allegiance to a specific lord, and only accompanied the lord of Livingston on his orders at the command of the order.

When the new king was crowned, the Grand Master of the Order presented the king with an artifact, the Dragon's Tooth Sword, as a sign of loyalty. This festival demonstrates the Dragon Knights' continued support for the kingdom of Livingston.

As a descendant of the Free People, Angel is familiar with these allusions.

Having grown up in the Stoke family's domain and being taught by several noble ladies, she rose to prominence at the age of 14 and was appointed to serve Lance, one of the heirs of the Stoke family.

Although his status is a bit embarrassing and special, this is still a special case for the Stoke family, which is full of maids!

Angel has always been secretly proud of this, and is afraid that this pride will slide into the great sin of pride.

And at this moment, as Lord Reims's handmaiden, she felt it was very necessary for her to persuade him to give up this irrational idea.

After all, it is not difficult for Angel to know that the canonization of knights is a very solemn and serious matter.

Knights gave loyalty, strength, and even their lives to defend their lords, who in turn bestowed them glory, status, and territory for generations.

Considering that her lord was only the commander of Ilketling as a noble lord, and that this was still the direct fief of the Stoke family, Angel subconsciously thought that Lance was canonizing knights in the name of the Duke, even though the Stoke family heraldic ring on his hand gave him this right.

But what if these two seemingly unreliable fellows were acting in the name of knights of the Stoke family? She seemed to have seen the Duke furious...

"Alright, Angel. ”

Lance frowned a little dissatisfied, he didn't mind being a little more patient with his woman.

Waving his hand for everyone to follow.

The restaurant was crowded with people, and perhaps a guard or maid was the spy of a certain force, and Lance couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart when he recalled the ambush in the dense forest and the town of Lane.