Ela ran out to heroically save the United States with such a group of people, of course, he had his own considerations. In addition to his own direct subordinates, Renard was born in the Locke family, and his background was not far from that Baron Farah, and he was familiar with the rules of these small aristocratic circles. As for Kennan, no matter what kind of psychological distortion this guy has become now, at least he used to be the kind of stubborn type of knight, and no one else can pretend to have a righteous and awe-inspiring expression.

Although it is said that he wants to heroically save the beauty for the kindness of roasted wheat, in fact, everyone knows that this is a reason. It's not false to say that you want to organize an outing to connect with your feelings, but one of the more important reasons is that El has a crush on this fat sheep.

Generally speaking, there are two kinds of small nobles in the countryside, one is the lord of El's hometown, who buys a lowest-grade noble title purely with gold coins, and then gives away a small remote village as a territory. Such aristocrats usually had little background strength and simply relied on the privileges of the nobility to tax the villagers. Such aristocrats could not be called lords, and were not even recognized by real nobles.

The other kind of small aristocracy has a real noble title, either relying on the shadow of the ancestors, or making meritorious deeds and receiving awards, or the family is in the middle of the road, and so on...... In any case, they are still recognized by the upper class, and therefore have far more power over the local area than those of the mayor-level landlords.

A nobleman of this level will have at least some background and can build defensive buildings on their territory, in other words, manors. After owning a manor, the nobles were able to develop their families with peace of mind, keep private soldiers, and enslave the commoners under their rule...... For example, the manor house built by the Locke family near the town of Lille can even be compared to the castles of some local lords in the south in terms of size and force.

Of course, El's goal is not a manor of that level, unless it is the illegitimate son of the owner of the Sword Castle, it will not be easy for that Baron Farah to build a wall around it. In fact, when El and his party rode to their destination, they couldn't help but feel ashamed of their solemnity.

Although they have repeatedly lowered their expectations in their hearts, they still feel a little speechless in the face of the so-called manor in front of them. The mansion in front of you looked more like a shack made of wood and stone than a noble manor. As you can tell from the patchwork marks, there was originally only a two-metre-high stone fence, but a wooden fence has recently been erected on top of it. Later, he probably felt that it was not safe, so he put a layer of mud on the wooden fence and pressed stones on it.

The Baron Farah sits on a large area of fertile land and does not look like he is short of money, but it is clear that he has no intention of spending it on these buildings, and it is also clearly lacking in the conventional sense of the aesthetic. It looked like an unidentified object in Mr. Wesley's pot, or a sandwich that had been dropped on the road and run over twice by a wagon...... In short, it is not very popular.

"This place doesn't look like a good place to live......" El sighed as he looked at the ruined watchtower on the manor wall. Although the Sword Castle is famous, under normal circumstances, the robbers of the brown soil hills on the other side of the mountain would not dare to come and die. But after many years, maybe there will be that kind of stunned young man with in his head running around.

Originally, he expected that this Baron Farrah's territory was so close to the mountain pass in the north that he should at least have the ability to resist the robbers, but looking at the virtue of his manor, I am afraid that it would not be able to talk about any combat effectiveness. In fact, as El and his party approached the manor, they could see that the guards standing guard on the fence began to panic, and when they reached the gate of the manor, the gate was still closed, and the two guards who had to stand outside the gate looked like they were about to pee.

"Viscount Renard Locke, from the town of Lille, has passed through this place and has come to visit Monsieur Baron Farrah, and I would like to ask you to inform him of it. Reynard stepped forward at El's signal and said to the guards according to the rules of communication between nobles.

Although the Locke family once received the title of viscount in Istalen, Istalen's title has always been more than golden, and it is more than enough to be an earl in the south. Although Renard did not officially inherit this title, the temperament he received from his childhood education and long-term military leadership cannot be faked, and he does not need to say much, and the guards guarding the gate can also see it.

After discovering that it was not a robber but a noble lord, the guards breathed a sigh of relief. A flattering smile appeared on his face, and he said yes, but his eyes glanced behind Renard.

The guards guarding the door don't have to be brave in battle, but they must have a clever brain, otherwise they are looking for unhappiness for their master. The group of people who rode horses and galloped forward, both men and women, all carried a terrifying murderous aura on their bodies, and they smelled of the other side of the mountain at first glance. Fortunately, Renard spoke in time, and the guard put his heart back in his stomach, but then realized that this viscount lord was definitely not the highest-ranking leader in that group. How can there be any reason for a noble lord to come forward and talk to him? Unless there is a more background figure standing behind him.

The guards didn't dare to look more, so they said yes and ran in as fast as they could. It didn't take long for him to run back again, but at this time there was a hint of hypocrisy on his face, and he smiled at Renard: "I'm really sorry, my lord is entertaining a most expensive guest, and I can't come out to greet him, I hope you can understand." I will now take you in, and your men may rest in the manor, but be quiet, and do not disturb the distinguished guest.

Although this is polite, there is a hint of reserve in it. It's hard to imagine that a mere baron's guard has the qualifications to act like a condescending attitude towards Renard. In such a dilapidated place, what distinguished guests can look at.

El pursed his lips and jumped off his horse and walked up with the others. The guard at the gate changed his face and was just about to speak, when he heard the sound of the weapon being drawn from its scabbard, and then saw Palanti's cold eyes, and immediately closed his mouth and didn't dare to say anything more. A guard like him who guarded the door was at most a little more trained than the armed peasants, and how could he withstand such murderous eyes.

The guard lowered his head and honestly led the ticket to the manor, and to El's surprise, the buildings inside the manor were actually well built. Although it also lacks beauty, at least the board looks like the courtyard of a noble house. After thinking about it for a while, he immediately understood the reason for this, and the outer wall was not only a guarantee of safety, but also a sign of weakness. If there are really robbers wandering over, and they see the wall of virtue that has been built, they may not be able to talk about it.

I didn't expect this Baron Farah to have such wisdom, or maybe there was someone behind him to point out. But either way it means adding some trouble. El shook his head indifferently, anyway, he had a big lady with him, and this level of trouble was just trouble.

He soon met Baron Farah himself, and unlike the local tyrant he imagined, this guy was a little overweight, but he was still far from the Kemal envoy. And he is still a very well-dressed person, looking at the outfit on his body, even if he goes to the banquet in the city, there is no problem...... Of course, this is not excluded for the sake of welcoming that distinguished guest.

When El entered, he saw Viscount Farah come out, but he was clearly not greeting his own group, but seeing them off with the most humble gesture. El looked up, and suddenly felt a light in his eyes, and saw a girl in a power suit and a red cloak coming out of it.

The girl is not very old, her appearance is beautiful with three points of heroism, and she is also a rare beauty, but at this time, El did not notice her appearance at all, what he saw was a sword!

From the moment the girl appeared in front of him, El felt a tingling in his eyes, and subconsciously a blue light flashed in his eyes. But when he opened the True Eye, an indescribable sword light appeared in front of him! Just now, his eyes felt stinging, but his keen perception came into contact with the sword light, and now he deliberately aimed at it, which immediately caused the sword light to rebound.

The girl raised her head consciously, and casually glanced this way, and the scene that appeared in El's eyes was two small sword lights flying over. He snorted and took a half-step back, a sand pit scavenging from the ground beneath his feet. At the same time, El subconsciously reached out and blocked Palanti's eyes.

Of all the people present, Palanti had the sharpest sense of the sword, and she had already touched the edge of silver, and was in need of a similar grind. However, El still covered her eyes as her mind turned, the sword light was too powerful to be harmful to the unsuspecting Palanti.

The girl snorted softly, smiled apologetically at El, and withdrew her gaze with a wink. Since she was a stranger, she didn't mean to speak, she just nodded to Baron Farah and passed by El.

"Your Excellency, please rest assured that there will be no problem in this matter. Let me send you out. Viscount Farah nodded to El with the same courtesy, still paying his full attention to the girl in front of him. In front of the girl, he was as humble as an old yellow dog wagging his tail.

El has no problem with this differential treatment. In fact, he was now covered in cold sweat, and in the team behind him, he could feel that the faces of the people at that moment just now were also solemn.

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