The hall where the lords were held to receive the wind was full of people.

The entire hall is divided into three areas, the most central of which is for the guardians of the northern realm and the great nobles.

The middle is for the rest of the lords, originally there were twenty-three lords in the north, but the town of Orkney was purchased by Leon, and now there are only twenty-two left.

The outermost area is the area of the knights, who are the first to enter the arena, everyone from different territories, but the same status gives them a lot to talk about.

Across from York was a stout knight, holding a shiny roast chicken leg in his hand, and as he dipped in the sauce, he said, "This is my fifth spring hunt." As soon as he finished speaking, the meat on the chicken leg disappeared into his mouth.

"Yes, no wonder you look familiar, this is my third time. The person next to him chatted too.

"What about you?" asked the person opposite.

"We were here for the first time. York pointed to the three of Ravenwood, and said that Emma was not here, and that she was sitting with the ladies of the Duke Barnard family, diagonally opposite, near the core, and from here she could be seen chatting happily with the noble ladies.

"Then you have to be careful, you have to be fast when hunting, or the prey will be snatched by someone else, and God knows how those people did it, and you just took aim at the prey and their arrows were shot, damn it." The sturdy knight complained.

Not every knight is proficient in all arts, some are good at hand-to-hand combat, some are good at equestrianism, and in general they are not strong in archery.

"Thank you. York expressed his heartfelt gratitude for the kind reminder from others.

At this point, it's time for the lords to enter.

The singers in the hall stopped singing, and the drummers and luthiers began to play a rousing tune.

All eyes were on the door.

Duke Barnard, the guardian of the North, walked in front, he was already old, but he walked in good spirits, wearing a bright red silk gown, a dark belt, and a long black cape, but his simple clothing highlighted a strong leadership temperament.

After that, there were several great nobles, that is, counts and above, but Barnard was the only duke in the north, so compared to the rest of the kingdom, the strength of the north was insufficient.

After that, it's the general lords.

Leon was a little surprised, and he was led by the maid towards the core.

"Wait a minute, I shouldn't be sitting here. Leon suspected that the maid was taking the wrong path.

"Your Excellency has commanded you, and your place is here. "The maids don't dare to make such a mistake, they always find the appropriate place beforehand and then take someone into a seat.

Leon stood next to his seat, and Barnard greeted him with a smile as if it were the right arrangement.

"Since it was arranged by the Duke, then there is no problem. Leon sat down reassuringly.

Looking at the lively banquet scene, he was really a little envious, because Ravenwood was too small to have such a magnificent building, and the last banquet had to be held in the garden, even after reconstruction, he did not have such a spacious place.

After a while, a middle-aged man came across from him, burly and with a thick beard.

"Who are you? I don't know such a young earl. The middle-aged man asked, seemingly suspicious of Leon's identity.

"Grant, sit down, it's Lord Ravenwood, Leon. Barnard above said.

"Really, that means he's not an earl. Barnard, you set the rules, and a small lord can sit here?" The middle-aged man named Grant seemed to have a lot of opinions about the duke, and this arrangement insulted the status of the big noble, and the little lord should go outside, otherwise the outermost knight could sit here casually.

"You know I made the rules. Barnard's tone was obviously displeased, today is a reception banquet, and everyone will participate in a three-day hunting event next, and now the situation will be stiffened, so that everyone can't get off the stage.

"So you can change it as you like without notifying us?" asked Gran.

"It's not too late to know, so sit down. Barnard just wanted everyone to sit down as soon as possible, and in front of so many people, he really lost the face of the nobles. According to the old custom, the little lord could only be on the periphery, but he was the son of King Jamie, and the brother of the current king, so it was perfectly feasible to sit here.

Grant was still standing there, and Leon's misplacement was a small weapon against the Duke that should be put to good use.

Leon didn't know who this middle-aged man was, so he secretly asked the maid next to him.

Grant, the son of the Lord of Hampshire, asked his father to attend on his behalf, and this was his fourth visit.

Regarding the grievances of the two families, Leon remembered a part.

After the war was put down in the North, the position of Guardian of the North was vacated, and there were two great nobles who were the most promising, one of whom was Barnard and the other was Grant's father.

Hampshire's prestige was higher, so everyone was optimistic about his father, but unexpectedly, with the support of the king, Barnard became the new guardian of the North, which made Hampshire difficult to accept, thinking that there was prejudice in it.

Because the Grant family had a marriage with the Northern Guardian family at that time, in the initial moment of war, the Grant family did not stand up against it, and only joined the king's army in the middle of the war, even so, they paid a great price and were fully qualified to serve as the guardian of the realm.

For the failure, they believe that it is the king's prejudice, and they do not consider actual ability, but only the distance of the relationship.

Judging from the current scene, the Grant family still does not admit the position of Barnard's realm from the bottom of their hearts, and is looking for an opportunity to target it at any time.

"You're Grant from Hampshire, aren't you? I remember your father is still alive, so you're not a lord, so how can you sit here?" Leon questioned him, not a nobleman, at least a veritable lord.

"I'm here for my father, so would you let an earl sit with the knights? Grant's tone is tough, which is a long-standing habit,

"So you're not a lord, but you can sit here for your father, and so am I. "Lyon found good reasons to get through this difficult time.

"How do I not know which earl's territory Ravenwood is?" Grant scoffed, and there were only a few pieces of land in the North, and more could pop up.

"I'm here for my father, King Jamie, of the Snowman Kingdom. "The status of a member of the royal family of Lyon is still useful at some point, at least not for now, no one dares to question him.

Grant was skeptical at first, but no one dared to tell a lie on this occasion and could only admit defeat.

"Then let the feast begin. The Duke stood up and said.

Singing and laughter were heard in the hall, creating a happy atmosphere.

"King Jamie, huh. Grant leaned back in his chair and secretly spat on it, if the king hadn't intervened in the first place, the guardian of the North would have belonged to their family, and that turn would have gotten Barnard.