One serving, two servings!

Leon looked at the kitten Lori in front of him, and devoured all the side bread with two portions of barbecue, even letting go of the crumbs on the dinner plate, which was comparable to the reincarnation of a starving ghost.

This appetite is stronger than mine! Leon couldn't help but feel a faint pity in her heart, she should have not eaten enough for a long, long time, and her little stomach was bulging and she still looked like she was still unfinished.

"I can't give you anything to eat anymore, it's going to break. Leon shook his head and said, "What's your name, how old are you, and who's in the family?"

The little catwoman touched her belly, she tilted her head and snapped her fingers and replied, "Ten years old, no, no, I should be eleven now, maybe twelve?"

"Everyone calls me Xiaomi, I don't have a home, and I don't have a family..."

There was no sadness on her little face when she regained some blood, only the happiness and contentment after she had eaten.

Poor little one!!!

There seems to be no such thing as an orphanage in the city of Bimon, and these orphans who have lost their families and have no means of living are left to live on the streets, begging, stealing or doing small jobs, and many disappear silently before they have grown up.

"Uncle, you look like an old man when you sigh!" the little catwoman grimaced at Leon, very cute.

"Why don't I help you find a home?" said Leon, "so that you can at least live a normal life." ”

Leon was truly moved by compassion, a child like her, who should have lived happily under his parents' knees, ended up on the streets early and lived without food.

It is not difficult for Leon to help her find a family who is willing to take her in, as long as he gives a sum of money, and then gives the other party a little deterrent as his beast soul warrior, I believe that this little Mi will not be too bad.

"I don't..."

Unexpectedly, the little guy immediately turned her face, she quickly jumped off the dining chair, and escaped from the tavern door at once, and ran away without a trace!

"You are so kind, sir, there are too many children like them," the tavern man came over to clean up the messy empty plates on the table, and tactfully reminded Leon, "You don't have to worry too much. ”

Yes, his pity is only for a while, and he has no clue about his own affairs at all! Thinking of this, Leon couldn't help but feel a little excited, waved his hand and said, "Man, settle the bill!"

The next morning, Leon found the Lord's Mansion in Grey City.

The military and political system practiced by the Kingdom of Bimon, the king is the ruler of the kingdom, and he is also the commander of the king's [***] team.

The same is true for the provinces and districts below, where the Supreme Governor of the Grei region, Astin Fox, is both the lord of the city and the supreme commander of the garrison in the Grei region.

Leon wants to secure a habitat for the Hammer Tribe, and he can't do it without going through this Earl.

Astin Fawkes' office was in the City Lord's Mansion, and it was definitely not easy to meet him, although Leon had been prepared for it, but the actual situation was completely unexpected.

It wasn't hard to get through the gates of the Lord's Palace, and after being questioned by two guards, he was confiscated of all his weapons and entered the waiting hall.

Don't think that you can wait to see the Count in this way, when Leon entered, there were at least seventy or eighty people sitting in the waiting hall, most of them nobles or merchants, but also some knights and samurai.

They sat on different benches, some in silence, some in private discussions, no one made a loud noise, and the atmosphere in the whole hall seemed calm.

There were some uniformed attendants in the hall, and after some questioning, Leon learned that they had come for the same purpose as him, to ask for an audience with Count Astin Fawkes.

"Samurai-sama, you can wait in line here first..."The attendant pointed to a row of benches next to him and said politely, "When the people in front of you finish talking, it will be your turn!"

So many people lined up! Leon was a little speechless, and couldn't help but ask more: "Then can I see Lord Count Astin then?"

"How is this possible!" the squire kept smiling, but Leon felt that this smile was more of a mockery: "You can see the steward of the City Lord's Mansion, there are three stewards who are responsible for handling various affairs, and you have the same thing to tell the steward!"

At this moment, Leon was completely speechless, obviously he took it for granted when he came, and ignored the gap between himself and the other party.

Although Leon was a beast soul warrior and had met Archbishop Faennes before, he was only a small person in the kingdom of Bimon, how could he casually meet the de facto ruler of the Gray region, Count Astine.

Now that he is here, he can't leave without getting anything, so Leon sat down on the bench in that row and waited for the person in front of him to leave.

He found that people of different status were received differently here, and that the minor nobles were best served, followed by knights, then merchants, and that samurai like him, though there were not many of them, waited very slowly.

Fortunately, Leon was not impatient, and he waited for almost a day, and his ass was about to sit calloused.

It wasn't until near noon that the samurai at the front of the line left.

"Your side, please..."

An attendant led Leon to a room.

The room is not large, the décor is simple but exquisite, with a large black and brown desk and a few chairs, and the room is lit.

A lean old man of fox descent sat behind a desk, holding a quill pen and writing something in a book, he was wearing a black uniform, and a pair of gold wire crystal glasses with thin chains on the bridge of his nose, giving people a stereotypical and serious feeling.

In the corner of the room, there was also a blank and heavily armed samurai, apparently playing the role of a guard.

"You may be seated!" said the old fox steward without raising his head.

It wasn't until Leon sat down on the chair opposite him that he stopped the pen in his hand, looked up and asked, "Samurai, do you have anything to do?"

Leon coughed and said, "Hello, I'm Leon from the Hammer Tribe!"

Leon briefly recounted the migration of the Hammer tribe from the Wuthering Forest to the Gray region, and finally said, "Our tribe hopes to be recognized by the kingdom, and we also hope to be able to obtain a hunting area as a shelter, and we ask for the support of Lord Count Astin." ”

With that, Leon handed over a scroll, a letter written by Elder Monstan himself, bearing his signature and tribal seal.

The old butler of the fox descent had a look of surprise on his face when he heard that the Hammer tribe had migrated across the river from the Whooring Forest, but he quickly regained his composure.

He took the scroll and opened it for a moment, thought for a moment and said, "It must have been very difficult to migrate here from the Wuthering Forest, and I think Lord Count Astin will also be happy to hear this news." ”

"For the returned tribe, the kingdom will definitely recognize, I can apply to Lord Earl Astin on your behalf, and when the time comes, I will send someone to your tribe to investigate, and then give official recognition, but in the case of the hunting area..."

The old steward paused slightly, and then said after considering his words: "I'm afraid this is difficult, because at present, the hunting and grazing areas in the Gelai region have basically been allocated, and I am afraid that there is no place that can be allocated to your tribe. ”

Leon's heart sank, this was undoubtedly the worst situation, if there was no hunting area, then what was the use of the Hammer tribe being recognized?

The so-called hunting and grazing area refers to the area where an animal tribe hunts and grazes, which is the territory of the tribe and the foundation of the tribe.

After the kingdom moved north, it greatly strengthened its centralization and divided the five major provinces, and many tribes disappeared and merged, and orcs who had lost their homes poured into the city.

There are still many tribes of the beast tribes in the Beamon Kingdom, but most of these tribes have become subordinates of various territories and families, and their hunting and grazing areas are allocated by the lords, and they bear many obligations for them.

Seeing that Leon was silent, the old steward smiled and said: "Actually, you can completely join a family, for example, aren't you in Collingworth now?" I think Viscount Merle will be happy to take in your tribe, as long as you become a vassal of the Collingworth family, then your future life will not be a problem at all!"

You still have to say this!" Leon's face couldn't help but have a wry smile, and he didn't want to say anything more in disappointment: "I have visited Lord Viscount Merle, maybe it is also a choice!"

What kind of person this fox old steward was, he immediately saw Leon's true thoughts, and said with a smile: "Young man, it's a good thing that you have your own ambitions, and it's not easy to bring the tribe over from the Wuthering Forest, but the current Beamon is no longer the Beamon of the past, and you have to think more about yourself and the tribe." ”

What he said is not unreasonable, but Leon is not willing to protect others, not to mention that in Leon's opinion, Viscount Merle may not be a worthy figure.

He would rather be a chicken than a cow! He will never give up his ideas until the mountains and rivers are really exhausted.

"Your Excellency, can you arrange for me to pay a visit to Lord Count Astitin?"

"I can convey your wishes, but whether Lord Count Astin wishes to see you or not depends on his wishes. The old steward said lightly: "You can leave your address, I will send someone to inform you when there is news!"

It could only be like this, Leon wrote the name of the hotel he was staying in to the other party, and left the city lord's mansion with disappointment.

For the next two days, he didn't get the slightest message.

On the fourth day of his arrival in Glae, Leon could not wait any longer.

(To be continued)