In the main hall, the ceremony of sealing continues.

The royal capital band blew the celebration with a hint of solemn music, and one by one the nobles stepped forward to listen to the seal, and the scrolls representing the supremacy of the royal power were issued to the nobles present in an orderly manner.

"Baron Kaidozi!" the king's chamberlain read the name of Baron Kaidozi, and finally it was his turn, and the baron took a deep breath, strode out of the noble queue, and stood in the middle.

"The army led by Baron Kedozi has made many meritorious achievements in the battles of Gordon Heights, the Battle of Filmore Grand Canyon, the Battle of Charlotte, and the siege of Otis City, and is hereby awarded the title of Viscount!" the voice of the chamberlain was not loud, but Baron Kedozi heard every word clearly.

Resisting the excitement in his heart, Baron Kaidozi calmly handed down the silk book handed down by his attendants.

This light silk book carries the struggle of Baron Kaidozi for nearly a lifetime.

More than half of the nobles present had not been conferred, and King Faustin, who was sitting at the top of the hall, did not show a trace of fatigue, and all the appointments of the nobles of Faustin were signed and granted by the king, which was his power and his duty.

Outside the main hall, Locke and the 'would-be knights' were standing silently, the sun shining above their heads, and it was already noon.

Drops of sweat slipped from his neck, the July sun was a little poisonous, and Locke quietly ran his fighting spirit, he didn't want to wait for himself to enter the main hall with a wet body.

Despite this, Locke's back was still a little wet, but fortunately Grace picked out a good dress, with a pure black body and white cuffs, and this small detail could not be found without looking closely.

Others are not so lucky, although they have changed out of military uniforms and are wearing aristocratic dresses, but the shape is a little nondescript, many people's clothes are already wet, not that their fighting spirit level is not up to par, but no matter how strong he is, he can't evaporate all the water out of thin air.

When the sun was setting in the west, the voice of the main hall finally summoned them.

Nearly thirty officers, led by their attendants, entered the main hall in an orderly manner.

Probably because of their military background, they entered the main hall with surprisingly consistent steps, swinging their arms vigorously, giving people a tiger-like visual effect.

The king nodded without a trace, compared to most of the old nobles in the hall, he admired these new nobles more, and their drive and vitality were synonymous with these new nobles, and the rise of Faustin needed the efforts of these nobles.

Prince Kensel sat up straight at this time, and a large part of the knights below were people he promoted, and the addition of these new blood could greatly increase Prince Kensel's right to speak.

Since entering the main hall, Locke has looked at his nose and nose, and his intuition has always been accurate, and he has felt the gaze of several eyes.

Baron Kaidozi in the corner of the main hall, Marquis of Mammon at the top of the nobility, Prince Kensel on the top of the steps, and even their great King Majesty.

These gazes lingered for a moment, and then quickly dissipated, and Locke's breath slowly relaxed, and he sweated more on his back for a few seconds than outside.

The high-ranking and powerful have been in a high position for a long time, no matter what their own strength is, they will always have a pressure to look at people, this pressure Locke has experienced many times in Baron Kaidozi, if the pressure before was a trickle, then now it is a waterfall.

It's also that Locke's nerves are big enough, and there is not much change in his expression from beginning to end.

Or maybe it was because the nerves were too big, from the commendation to the award, and then to the final receipt of the letter of appointment representing his noble title, Locke thought that it had just begun, but he didn't expect it to be over.

Holding the silk book in his hand, Locke followed the flow to a banquet hall in the palace.

Tonight, there will be a grand ball and dinner at the Faustin Palace.

On the way, most of the surrounding nobles gathered together to chat, and socializing was a compulsory course for a qualified nobleman.

Only Locke, a group of new nobles, had a stiff expression, as if they wanted to blend in with the other nobles, but they didn't know how to act.

"Locke! Congratulations!" Baron Kaidozi walked up to Locke and patted Locke on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount!" Locke's expression slowed, it felt good to meet an acquaintance.

Baron Kaidozi is no longer a baron, Viscount is his current title, in addition to taking the title a step further, Baron Kaidozi also has new territories in the two towns in the southwest of the Charlotte Kingdom.

Among the many nobles who have been awarded the title today, Baron Kaidozi's harvest is considered to be the highest among them.

Locke's 'viscount' put Baron Kedozi in a good mood.

"What about Will Knight?" Locke asked curiously.

Baron Kaidozi pointed to the right front, Will Knight was talking and laughing with a group of nobles, it seems that this knight is not as unsociable as he appears, of course, from now on Will Knight is no longer a mere knight, Sir Will, this is his new name.

The lively dinner party did not arouse Locke's great interest, and to this day, Locke has attended several dinners, and most of the strangeness that was once out of place has disappeared, as for why he did not fit in, it can only be said that Locke does not like it very much.

This is a common problem for all new nobles, because there is only one way to advance in Faustin, and all the noble ancestors were originally born in the army, and the intrigue and invisible confrontation between the nobles take years, decades, or even generations to learn.

Shaking his wine glass, Locke leaned against a railing at the window of the banquet hall and looked at the well-dressed nobles below.

This place is good, not only is it quiet and quiet, but it is also a second floor, Locke can easily see any corner of the hall, the moon and stars are sparse outside, Locke feels that he has the potential of a bard, although he can't spit out a decent poem.

The king did not appear until some time after the feast began, and his majesty must have been very old, and this kind of aristocratic social activity was rarely attended, except for the representative to raise his glass and take a sip, and then leave with the help of his attendants.

The nobles sent away their King with a respectful gaze.

Although the king left, the Prince of Kensell and the Princess of Kent, who came with him, became the focus of the audience.

Prince Kensel is not only young, but also the heir to the future kingdom, and waves of nobles come forward to toast, and Prince Kensell does not refuse to come.

This kind of aristocratic red wine tastes sweet, with only a small amount of stamina, and even Locke can drink a whole whole without changing his face, not to mention the stronger Prince Kensel.

Because tonight's banquet is a relatively official banquet, the nobles did not bring their families, and there were only a few female nobles from the Faustin Kingdom present.

The charm of the Princess of Kent is the focus of it, this sister from the Marquis of the Likia League, with an obvious southern woman's small family jasper flavor, coupled with the mature charm of the king's wife, attracted the attention of many nobles, bright or dark.

It's a pity that Angelina didn't come, and Locke lowered his head in disappointment.

King Faustin has more than a dozen children, Prince Kensel and Princess Angelina can only be said to be the king's most concerned and favored, Prince Kensell can only attend this banquet because he is the actual leader of the Lion Legion, and Angelina's vacant position as the head of the magician army is not qualified enough.

Drinking sullen wine, Locke's mood has changed from the initial excitement of becoming a nobleman, to the emptiness and bitterness that he is now about to be away from his loved ones.

Half a month later, he will leave Faustin and embark on an unknown journey to the O'Moore Empire, Locke has always been a more stable person, and now he can't say that he regrets it, he is just about to leave, a little hesitant.

"Hopefully everything will be better. Locke sighed and took a sip of the red wine from his glass.

Adjusting his mood, Locke walked into the hall below with a smile on his face, he needed to go and say hello to the nobles he knew.

Including Prince Kensel, Marquis of Mammon, Baron Kedozi, Knight Will, and several new knights he had just met, Locke had just discovered that Viscount Melson and his uncle, Earl George, had also come to the banquet hall, and all of them needed him to toast one by one.

People change, including Locke, who doesn't like to socialize, but he has to.

It's all about survival.

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