People in this chapter: (Rutgers Hallengoth), (Griffin Prais), (Ralph Maggs), (Akron Brandz), (Harlaus Hera), (Humphrey Mitchold), (O'Neill Teweh).

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Chapter 016: (Princes of All Walks of Life)

A disc that sparkled like a ruby slowly rose from the eastern horizon, and with a graceful leap it was freed from the fiery red, yellow, and lapshire colors that guarded it.

In the early morning, the bright morning sun instantly dyed the whole earth red, and at the same time, it also reflected the majestic castle on the top of the mountain - [Kerrydan Castle].

The servants of Kerrydan Fort had prepared a place for the various lords to be stationed at the behest of their lord, Count Teswede, including a feast for King Harlaus.

The place where the lords were stationed was at the foot of the hill not far from the castle, and the clearing was very large, full of soldiers, horses, and men, and they were busy in groups, some sharpening their swords, some setting up tents, and some making fires for cooking......

Each team has a flag bearer holding a flag to signify the lord they represent. The most striking are the black eagle flag on a white background of the Harengos family, then the wild boar flag of the Mags family, the green arrow and red bull flag of the Prais family, the crossed halberd flag of the Brands family, the red and white stripe flag of the Michod family, the double shield and double axe cross flag of the Swedish family, and the black and red checkered flag with white shading of the Reys family......

These emblems belong to the Harengoth family and the Berlands family, which are the oldest of origin, and then the Swedish family, the owners of the Kerrydan Castle. And at this moment, it was not Duke Harangos himself who responded to the king's call with a black eagle flag on a white background, but his nephew, Baron Rutgers Harongoth, the lord of [Costholm].

Around the family crest of these lords and lords, there are other flags, such as the badger flag, the beetle flag, the crossed spear flag, the tree cat flag, the strawberry flag, the thorn flower flag, the four-equinox sunmang flag and other coats of arms. And these banners are the banners of the knights under the various lords.

The feast was set on a wooden table six feet long. The feast was almost about to begin, but we did not see the lion flag on a red background of the royal family, so at the long table sat seven or eight noble lords and knights in armor waiting for the king's arrival.

They were lords who responded to the king's call and came from far and wide to participate in the southern expedition. While His Majesty Haraus had not yet arrived, the lords sat down at the long table and discussed the southern conquest of the Duchy of Rhodok.

"I say, dear gentlemen," said a bearded man with meticulously combed hair, leaning back lazily in his chair, "that there are fewer people this time than the last, aren't they?"

"Yes," said a young lord sitting across from him, about thirty years old, with a weed in his mouth, "less and less! ”

Baron Griffin Prais asked with interest, "How many soldiers have you brought?" "The beard on his upper lip looked kind, fluffy, gray, and charred at the ends.

Rutgers put his hands in his unkempt hair and said nonchalantly, "Four hundred, three hundred spearmen, fifty swordsmen, fifty archers." "His hair was about an inch long, unkempt, like a magpie's nest.

"How many cavalry?"

Rutgers was expressionless, his eyes glanced to the side, and he said lukewarmly, "Eighty." "He had a face that was sparkling in the sun, his eyes were like electricity, his spirit was bright, his nose was straight, his lips were thin, and he was handsome.

"Ha Luha!" said Griffin Prais, pretending to be a joke, "Hell, Rutgers, you don't even have five hundred men, and our King will be angry when he finds out." ”

"To hell with this war!" Rutgers pointed pointedly, "Everyone knows that this is to accompany His Majesty to the south for a walk, and I don't need to be stupid enough to ruin myself." ”

"The southern province is a good place, with so many beautiful girls of all kinds," said a fat man in fat chain mail sitting next to Baron Prais, smiling lewdly, "and the ** there is more expensive than our noble lady!"

Rutgers softened his teeth and said, "Looks like my uncle didn't make you suffer much in his prison, Master Magus." ”

"Don't mention that old bastard to me!" growled Ralph Maggs. His face was as fat as a ball, and the flesh of his chin drooped down as soon as he spoke, making one fear that it could fall off at any moment. He's so much flesh that at first glance you'd think he had several jaws.

"When you get to the site of that stinky stone, if you don't want to be in a cage again, I advise you to settle down. Baron Prais whistled with a strange grin, "Ralph, it's not your Talboria who can let you do anything." ”

"I've got a way to deal with him! Sooner or later, I'll show him how good I'm doing!" said this, and his tone gradually became a little more eerie.

"Oh, brave Lord Ralph Magus," continued Baron Prais, teased, "beware of our dear Lord Rutgers Hallengoth telling his uncle what you say. ”

"In order to fight this war, His Majesty will emptie out his treasury again. "He's hired a bunch of dinar fools, who only know how to wander around the tavern all day." He apparently didn't take Baron Prais's jokes seriously, or even care about Baron Magus's insulting insults at his uncle.

None of the nobles present liked the Duke of Harongoth, except perhaps the owner of the castle, the brother-in-law of the Duke of Harongoth, Count O'Neill Tweed. Fortunately, the Count of Sweden was not at the banquet at the moment, otherwise a fight over reputation would have been inevitable.

"Count us out of luck!" said a tall, lanky knight with a dagger in his hand and his helmet on top of it in a circle, "gentlemen, I would rather my territory be in the east where the Virgians are at odds with each other. ”

Maggs suddenly stood up and raised his glass and shouted, "Not once! Not once! Let's toast to this!"

"Sit down, you fool," said Baron Prais, who kicked the fat man, and said with a smile, "the king hears it, and must peel you off!"

"Drink the bar!" said a man sitting on the other side of the table with a grim expression, "Drink your bar! This kind of cup will not satisfy your pig-like stomach, you waste who only knows how to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble." ”

"Lord Berlands," asked Ralph Maggs, standing up with a puffed stomach as he heard this. "What did you just say?"

"Shut your mouth and go back to your territory and do your stupidity! two more fools like you will be doomed if Svadia has more!" Count Akron Brandz stood up and yelled at the fat man, apparently angered by Mags's words.

"Very well!" said Baron Maggs, unsheathing the hammer from his belt, and his face flushed, "Are you going to fight?"

"That's wonderful!" said Brandz with a sneer, drawing his sword at his waist.

At that moment there was a heavy trumpet sound, and a procession came out of the gates of Fort Kerrydan, headed by the standard-bearers holding the royal lion flag on a red background, and His Majesty Haraus, accompanied by the Duke of Michod and the Count of Sweden, rode his horse in this direction.

His Majesty Haraus wore the polished and shiny full-body armor that had not changed for almost several years (this was the king's most cherished possession), his majestic and divine eyes were embedded under the gray eyebrows, and although there were few wrinkles on his face, there were a few superficial scars, and he was clearly a man who often galloped on the battlefield, and his gray hair stood very upright to show the king's exuberant energy, and his red cloak was tattooed with the royal family's black lion insignia, a new tribute from the Count of Sweden for the king.

The old man, who was nearly sixty years old, rode on a fully clothed warhorse, with his left hand tucked under his arm, and his right hand held the hilt of a sword studded with a ruby at his waist. It is not so much this king as a formidable general.

Griffin approached Maggs, who turned to look meaningfully at Count Brandz, and then leaned into the fat man's ear and whispered a few words, and Maggs pinned the hammer in his hand to his belt, and sat down.

Akron Berlands glanced at the incoming king's procession, and could only take his sword into its scabbard in anger and sit down indignantly.

It was a self-evident honor to be at the King's table, but for the time being, the atmosphere at the table was not very good—it seemed as if a great war was about to break out.

As the king approached the table with slow steps, all the men stood up, and then bowed slightly to greet the king. The Count of Berlands invited the Count of Michod to sit beside him, while the Count of Sweden, as the owner of the castle, sat at the head of the long table on the right side.

King Haraus, who sat at the head of the table, looked meaningfully at the faces of the lords at the table, and those majestic and deep eyes seemed to escape his insight for nothing, he stroked his gray beard and smiled slightly, raised a glass of wine and asked, "What happened, my gentlemen." ”

"Nothing, Your Majesty, everything is normal. Prais replied with a quick step forward.

But the fat man who sat beside Baron Prais seemed to be born to hide his inner feelings, and his small eyes, squeezed by the fat on his face, stared viciously at the Count of Berlands, who was having a good conversation with the Duke of Michord.

Mags's fat face flushed, and he gritted his teeth and muttered about all the plans and actions he wanted to take revenge for, and the object of his revenge had completely ignored the existence of this person at the moment.

When Rutgers approached the angry fat man, he seemed to be still angry at what Berlands had just said. "For the sake of what, we're going to work with this idiot. Rutgers sighed helplessly in Prais's ear.

"Gentlemen. King Harauth stood in front of his seat and said, "We are in the midst of a war to regain lost land! It is glorious and honorable! Believe me, my lords, after the victory of this war, your realms will be doubled, you will have new fiefdoms, and I will give the richest place to the bravest in battle!"

"Now," said the king, as he drank the wine from his glass, and swept his cold gaze over everyone present, "if there is anything unpleasant between you, I will not ask." Gentlemen, I promise not to ask. But I have a suggestion - to take all this unhappiness out on the rebels in the south! If any of you are delayed by this, I will gladly send my guards to take him to my castle for a few years. ”

At this time, the attendants served the food, and the king pressed his hand and motioned for them to sit down.

"For Svadia!" said the king, raising his glass.

"For Svadia!" all the lords toasted in response.

Now it's time to enjoy the delicious dishes that fill the long table. The dark red of the radiant Ladina marina meat, the bright red lobster in the shell, the fluffy honey bread, the fine Viruga wine, and the abundance of North Coast seafood – all these delicacies, which had been brought from the ports of Sagos and Wokandezer the other day, were presented on the king's table.

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