Jung followed the butler's footsteps to the door, and saw Il, Jung walked a few steps quickly, came to Il, and wanted to give a hug, but Il's height was only up to his waist, so he gave up this idea, and instead stretched out his right hand and shook hands with Il.

"Your Excellency, Earl, welcome. Jung was still reluctant to become 'my master' in terms of title, so he used the title of earl to lower the relationship and rank gap between the two.

"Viscount Jung, it's a pleasure to meet you. Yir didn't care about the overstepping of the title, after all, he came to do something, not to make enemies, and with a gentle smile, he bypassed the title problem.

"Come in, I've prepared lunch, and I hope the Earl will dine with me. Jung smiled politely, leaning over and beckoning Il to walk inside.

"Gladly. Il obediently followed Jung into the mansion.

At this moment, the people who had nothing to do next to the mansion went to other places to report what they had seen to their masters.

"Viscount Jung, once again I offer my best wishes for the successful birth of your child, congratulations. "Il is very skillful in speaking, obviously in terms of titles and titles, he is much higher than Jung, but he always uses honorifics in his conversations to highlight Jung's identity is not below him.

And this attitude made Jung get closer to the little Earl of Il and improve his favorability at once.

"Thank you, my dear Count. Jung said.

A nobleman's lunch is obviously not too bad, but it will not be much better, because it was hastily arranged, so half a grilled fish was added than usual, but the two of them didn't come for dinner in the first place, so they didn't care if this meal was in line with the status of an earl.

The plates were quickly removed by the servants, leaving Il and Jung in the living room to begin a conversation.

"Viscount Jung, I think you must know where I find myself. Il was the first to speak.

"I've heard about it. Jung replied carefully, lest he expose too much of his grip to the little count.

In fact, the whole territory and even the adjacent county have heard about Il, in the summer of last year, Il's father had an incident, he is a person with no reputation, and even in his own titles, except for the Count of Saluzo handed down by the family, there is no title he has obtained, that is, the title of knight.

This shows that this person can't fight at all, and a nobleman who can't fight is Il's father.

You must know that any nobleman must be a knight, and if he can't even get the title of knight, then this nobleman will be looked down upon by all the martial nobles.

And Il's father was obviously such a count who loved art even more.

It was only while hunting that this killed him, and he was killed by a black bear in an unsuspecting situation.

This is a very unexpected thing, an earl died in the mouth of a black bear, this has not happened in the entire empire for a long time, he has many servants, there are knights loyal to him, this situation can only show some abnormal possibilities, maybe murder, maybe love killing, who knows?

There is always a lot of dirt going on among the aristocracy.

And if this matter ends here, it is actually not a strange news, after all, who can say that there is such a thing as an accident.

It was only after the old count's ascension mass was completed that a steward of the count's court suddenly fled to Montferrato, and then announced that he had the old count's suicide note, which said that Il's father, before his death, because his children were young, temporarily entrusted his territory to his cousin, the Count of Montferrato, Odono.

This scene was like a big turning point in the play, which made the nobles who were about to end watch it as if they had discovered a ridiculous prank.

You must know that this kind of suicide note, as long as you are not a fool, can see that it must be fake, and this count of Montferrato dares to declare that he has the right to claim the title of Count of Saluzzo in such a big way, this is simply an unprecedented thing.

Obviously, Saluzzo's court would not accept such a claim, and Il ascended to the position of count under an inquiring gaze, but this position was not stable, and his father's weakness gave him no effective control over the nobles outside of his own domain

And Yier, an eleven or twelve-year-old child, has no possibility to order other nobles, so his position is in jeopardy, and the low-level nobles will not work for a child for no reason.

And the count of Montferrato has been secretly making some kind of arrangement, co-opting the nobles in Saluzzo, preparing to complete the change of dynasty at an appropriate time.

"So, Lord Viscount, what do you think?" Il suddenly and directly asked Jung to speak, and this violation of aristocratic etiquette made Jung not know what to say for a while.

"Sorry, I don't know what you're talking about?" Jung could only slow down Il by pretending he didn't hear clearly, and then quickly run his brain to come up with a solution.

In yesterday's conversation with the neighboring nobles, the question of who should be supported between Il and her uncle. Jung was a powerful county in the county of Saluzzo, and his opinion was of course important, so many nobles consulted him on the subject to decide where they would stand.

At that time, he did not clearly express who he supported, but now he was directly forced into a corner by the parties to this discussion, which made Jung feel a little embarrassed.

"Who do you support?" Il didn't give Jung any chance to think, got up from his chair, propped his hands on the table, leaned out towards Jung at the other end of the long table in the distance, narrowed the distance between the two, and looked at him with a bright look that made Jung close his eyes, and his aggressive attitude suddenly made Jung stutter.

This Earl of Il is too unreasonable, Jung's head is slightly sweating, such straightforward words are not against court etiquette at all.

Generally, when the nobles have some kind of questioning or communication with each other, they will not talk too much about things, after all, no one knows what will happen in the end, and if the words are tactful, they will also have the ability to continue to play in the future, and Yi'er has only two results in this way.

With Jung's support, or Jung's abhorrence, there is simply no room for tactfulness.

Il, who is nothing more than a kid without any prestige, and Olduno, who is a true knightly aristocrat, is so strong under such unfavorable conditions that Jung is really surprised.

"Of course I support the Al Ramich family. Jung ambiguously came up with such a sentence, anyway, you two are from the same family, and I am not wrong to say this.

"Who gave you the right to continue to rule in this land?" Il did not stop asking, and threw another question at Jung, who by this time no longer used honorifics.

"It's the Al Ramich family. Jung felt that his inner lining was completely wet, for him, that sentence was already the limit, he really couldn't bear this high-pressure way of asking questions, he would rather go to war than stay here.

He didn't dare to despise this kid at all now, his strength was completely different from his father's, but more like an outstanding warrior, in front of him, every word of Il made him clearly feel that this was his lord, his master, and himself, his vassal.

This feeling became more and more intense, and Jung's nerves began to become more and more tired.

"Who told you that you are his dearest friend, Viscount, answer me!" Il's shells continued to hit Jung's fragile walls, and the words became the final straw.

Il's eyes also burst out with a strong brilliance at the same time.

"Yes, Le, your father. Jung was not a lying-minded aristocrat, especially when it came to emotional matters, and it was difficult for him to separate diplomatic and personal feelings.

The Count, who died at the mouth of the black bear, was one of Jung's few friends, and the relationship between the two was not very good, except that they met occasionally at a banquet, when both of them were not very old, and in this conversation Jung developed a liking for the Count.

Later, there were frequent correspondence exchanges, and he would often persuade his lord not to be too inferior to his own low force, so the two became friends who had a good relationship.

And this count was obviously born in the deep palace, grew up in the hands of women, and had no friends at all, so Jung could be said to be the only friend he could talk about his pain, and over time he would often call him my dearest friend in private.

When Il uttered this question, the string in Jung's mind was clearly fluctuating.

"So, who is your current lord?" Il already knew by this time, and at this moment, Jung had completely lost his bearings, just waiting for him to say that sentence to himself.

"It's you, Mr. Eli. Under the guidance of Il, the friend who seemed to have nothing suddenly became extremely impressed by Jung, and he could not refute Il's questioning at this moment.

At this moment, Jung has already lost to the eleven or twelve-year-old Earl of Il.