"So, you're the Stoker?" said General William, raising his glass maliciously.

The banquet at the castle was a sumptuous celebration of the rescue victory, "if you remove the inexplicable hostility and the heavier atmosphere," Lance thought to himself.

He looked at the highlander's bearded face, and frowned slightly for some unknown reasons, "I'm sorry, I'm Lance Irketlin, as you wish, I'm just an illegitimate child, and I don't deserve the name of the Stoke family." ”

This tone may have been a bit too heavy, but the tragic deaths of those rangers and Templars and innocent women made Lance feel very bad at the moment, and he didn't have any intention of deliberately defending each other's nobility decency, so he simply replied according to General William's meaning.

"Anyway, isn't he thinking that he wants to admit the fact that everyone knows that he is an illegitimate child?" he thought indifferently, "Forgive this man who almost lost at the hands of the knight with a broken leg and wants to regain some dignity..."

Maybe the Count is in the same mood as himself at the moment?

After all, Lance had never seen him sit in his chair so quietly as he did now, "How can a dinner party of the lord of the North be without battle? it is a man's romance!" This sentence has always been the motto of the man in front of him, as if it is not a successful and decent dinner without a scene of struggle.

But what about now?

He barely touched his glass?

"Are you alright, Lord Count?" Lance, ignoring the hostile provocation of the Highlanders, "Is it because the dinner was prepared to displease you?" he asked tentatively.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" Ye Ming withdrew his consciousness from the dark space, "No, I... I'm just thinking. ”

"About what?" asked Lance, curious.

"Those women?" General William on the side interjected unwillingly, "Now is a special time, they have to pay something to be worthy of the food we pay, don't they?"

"Oh?" Ye Ming raised his wine glass and took a sip of the liquor, "Do you think so?"

Combined with the Earl's already tall and burly body and rather unangry and arrogant appearance, his low tone made the highlanders' eyes become a little unconfident and dodge.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. General William showed weakness and said, "I just... Belch... Make a few comments..."

It seems that the highlanders, who have always been known for their fearlessness and courage, also know the truth that 'persimmons need to be pinched softly', unlike the identity of Lance's illegitimate son, he does not dare to be too presumptuous in the face of the earl with great military achievements, even if he has just lost his family's territory.

"Silverblade Castle!" Ye Mingke didn't notice the secret confrontation between these nobles, "I think we should recapture Silverblade Castle as soon as possible and completely cut off the retreat of that Misty Mountain army." ”

Obviously, after testing the gains of these wars, the rise of those souls and energies made him more aggressive, "The research and development of divine arts requires more energy!"

The chip told Ye Ming so.

After successfully optimizing the 'Holy Light Blessing' that unilaterally increases the attribute value, this magic needs to consume a lot of energy in order to be boosted again.

Feats in war allow the Templars to gain more energy, and sacrifice means that Ye Ming can get the richest reward in the shortest period - these energies.

"What do you think, General William?" he said, raising his glass.

"Uh... I think—" General William spread his hands and pursed his lower lip, "My Highland Raider Legion is on standby, after all, His Majesty's orders are so, but the situation on Ryan's side doesn't seem to be optimistic..."

"Ryan?"

Ye Ming remembered that the earl's family seemed to be arranged in the manor over there, and now that he had inherited his identity, he couldn't act like he didn't care about it to make people see the flaws.

"Have those damned barbarians already begun to attack the city?" he asked, pretending to be eager, "where did they get the siege equipment!"

"It is said that it was improvised by himself..."General William was stunned by this momentum, "There should be some forces secretly supporting these barbarians, although it is just some simple ladders and crashes..."

"But that's enough!" said Lance in a solemn tone, "compared to those barbarians who once had to climb the walls with their bare hands and tripwires!" he must have remembered his brother who had died at the hands of the conspiracy, and added viciously, "That damn fellow really deserves to be hanged!"

"If we can find him. General William pursed the corners of his lips disdainfully, "The problem now is that there are no engineers in my army, and perhaps the guy who climbs the city wall with his bare hands and triplines will be my men." He took a sip of the wine from his glass and burped pleasantly, "Regarding His Majesty's orders, he just ordered me to help you fight off those Misty Mountain people, so..."

"You're not going to come to help us recapture the Silverblade Castle?" Regarding this conclusion that took a long detour, Ye Ming certainly had to express his dissatisfaction, "Is His Majesty's order just for you to stick to and wait for help?"

"If not!" he didn't wait for General William's rebuttal, slammed the wine glass in his hand on the table, stared at him sharply, and said, "Then you'd better think about what the consequences are?"

"You !!"

Lance noticed that the veins on the back of General William's hand were bulging, and the threat of the red fruit almost made him almost tear his face, if it weren't for what the Count said next.

"I can provide the blueprints of the siege equipment," Ye Ming drank the wine in his cup and stood up to end the argument, "But we still need an engineer who can command the soldiers to carry out the installation, and the less skilled kind will do, and this problem..."

"Leave it to me. ”

A voice interrupted abruptly.

"I'm sorry I overheard you talking," it was Pastor Brown, who stepped forward a little crampedly, rubbed his calloused hands but raised his head confidently, "If there are drawings, I think I can still do this job." ”

"You?"

General William looked at the man in the white robe, and although he was a little surprised about the meaning of this almost identical style of clothing to Angel, it was not a good time to solve his doubts.

"You're an engineer?" he questioned.

"No, I was a farmer. Pastor Brown explained, "If you just assemble something according to the drawings, I don't think it would be much harder than farm tools or something..."

"I'm sorry, you're a farmer?"

General William almost burst out laughing, but the Count's words made him freeze in place for an instant, "Come with me!" and the simple words were enough to explain his decision.