In a tall tent in the wilderness, the nobles of the Earl of Lens's side had gathered, and because of the war, it was naturally impossible to stay in Lensburg all the time, and now they were camped some way from Lorrainburg, ready to rest for the night.

This tent was in the very center, and dozens of soldiers patrolled around it, and it was obvious that it was the Count of Lorraine.

Outside the tents, hundreds of soldiers were stationed in several circles, forming a barrier.

Karl followed Sir Dias into the main tent, where he saw the Eagle-Eyed Old Man in the center, accompanied by Sir Charles.

And as they entered, the nobles, large and small, also set their eyes on them, to be precise, at Karl.

There was uncertainty in their eyes, some with admiration, some with suspicion, but there was no doubt that at this moment Carl seemed to be the protagonist.

It's just that Carl's eyes are indeed slightly narrowed, he can feel that there is a line of sight that is very cold, and even faintly with murderous intent, he naturally knows where it comes from, but he knows that now is not the time to turn his face, so he has to pretend that nothing happened.

After Sir Dias's family arrived, the meeting officially began, and it stands to reason that Carl and Pyne were not qualified to come, and they didn't even seem to be invited at first, but not long after Sir Charles returned, the invitation of the two of them followed.

After them, some nobles came one after another, and each sat down.

"Now that we're all here, let's start this meeting." Count Lens nodded at the somewhat clumsy map on the table, which, of course, was only clumsy in Karl's eyes, and such a map was considered good in this era.

Carl and the others silently listened to the discussion of the big nobles and did not answer, in fact, it was already good that they could be here.

"Lord Earl, Lorraine Fort is strong, maybe it will be difficult for us to storm it, I wonder if we can take other methods?" A nobleman stood up, he looked quite young.

"Sir Christie, what do you say can be done?" The Earl of Lens, seeing a "young man" standing up, asked noncommittally.

"Perhaps...... Can we besiege them and let them run out of food? Christie hesitated.

"Haha, Christie, you're doing a good job, but we're probably going to have eaten the roots of the nearby trees before we're done with the other party's food." The Earl of Lens quipped, and Whitebeard was shaking with laughter.

"Hahahaha, Sir Christie, what a bad idea you have." Many nobles also laughed.

You must know that the soldiers on the Earl of Lens's side are more than those from Lorraineburg, and they consume more food, plus those who come from afar, live in the barren mountains and mountains, and others live in strong and comfortable castles, if they really want to consume like this, the Earl of Lens's side will definitely collapse first.

Sir Christie's face turned red at the taunts of his colleagues, as if he had been insulted.

"Okay guys, Christie's suggestion isn't worthless, it's just not suitable for our current campaign." The Count of Lens pressed his hand in the air, stifling the laughter of the nobles.

Compared to his own vassals, he always has to come out to play a round.

Sure enough, after the Earl of Lens said this, the nobles also restrained their laughter.

Sir Christie exhaled, glanced gratefully at the Earl of Lens, and sat back in his place.

After Sir Christie, there were a few more noble proposals, but it was clear that none of them were a good idea, and the gossip made the tent a little lively.

The Earl of Lens was a little helpless, he didn't want such a lively atmosphere, although they were negotiating, but it was obvious that they could not find a good plan.

Karl watched coldly at what was happening, and his gaze occasionally fell on Baron Tórse.

It's just that to his surprise, Baron Thor seems very quiet, and has not said a word since now, and does not participate in the planning of the plan.

"Heh......" Carl sneered in his heart, and faintly understood the other party's idea of wanting to avoid the limelight.

"Okay guys, it seems that there are some issues that we still can't reach a conclusion immediately, so let's stop here today." The Earl of Lens, apparently annoyed by the gossip of the nobles, ended their discussion.

The majesty of the Earl of Lens was still very strong, and after clearly expressing his dissatisfaction, no one dared to speak anymore.

"So far, many people have contributed no small amount to the war, and as an impartial earl, it is only natural that I should reward those who have made meritorious contributions." Count Lens said slowly.

Carl perked up, he knew that the main event was coming, and it was obvious that calling them over was not just as simple as letting them in, if not what he expected, maybe the Earl of Lens would reward him for it, but he didn't know what it would be.

"First Sir Articaus, please come forward." Count Lens didn't look up, but called softly.

Immediately, a middle-aged nobleman stood up with excitement on his face.

"You did a good job the other day in the battle with the small forces of the vassals under the Count of Lorraine, and your I am here to reward you with five hundred silver natas." The Earl of Lens was clearly prepared.

"My sovereign, this is what I should do." Sir Articaus was visibly excited, and five hundred silver natas was not a small amount.

Just a few days ago, the Count of Lens encountered a small force on the side of the Count of Lorraine, most of them light infantry, which was wiped out by a team of knights led by Ser Articas.

Of course, this credit is not as high as imagined, not to mention that the knights are crushing the light infantry if it is not a special situation, but Sir Articus still has a large army on the side of the Earl of Lens behind him, even if he does not attack, that group of people will not think or leave.

But after all, it is considered meritorious, so the Earl of Lens symbolically rewarded some money, which the Chris family has inherited for hundreds of years, and the most important thing is money.

"Sir Wells, please come forward." The Earl of Lens looked at another nobleman.

"Lord Count." Sir Wells seemed much calmer, and every movement seemed a little elegant, and it was obvious that he was a very cultured nobleman, and the family should have been passed down for a long time, not a new nobleman.

"I have decided to reward you with ten barrels of ale, wine, etc., and ten horses of woollen wool." Earl Lens said.

"Serve your sovereign." Sir Wells bowed calmly and returned to his seat.

After this, the Earl of Lens rewarded several nobles one after another, which made Carl a little bored.

Sir Charles glanced at his father, and there seemed to be some displeasure in his eyes.

Count Lense grinned and said, "My son, don't be in a hurry. ”

He shook his head with a smile, looked at Sir Dias, leaned forward slightly, and said, "Sir Dias, your son has made great contributions to me, and I will reward your family." ”

"It is an honor for the Dias family to serve you, the feudal lord to whom I am allegiant." Sir Dias said hurriedly.

Pyne's face was a little unpleasant, and the Earl of Lens didn't say which son it was, but everyone knew that it had nothing to do with him.

There was another person present who also had an ugly face, Baron Thor glanced at Karl vaguely, gritted his teeth with hatred, he recommended the other party at the beginning, but he didn't expect to give the other party the opportunity to get a reward, this time he really shot himself in the foot.

"Carl, a thousand, please." Count Lens looked at Karl again, and his majestic gaze made Karl breathe.

This is a person who has been in a high position all the year round, even if he usually seems kind or not powerful, but once they are serious, no one can ignore that majesty.

"Lord Count." Carl quickly returned to his usual place, keeping his head down, waiting for the other man's next step.

Seeing that Karl's expression was only fleeting, Count Lens was also a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect this young man's concentration and psychology to be so strong, and ordinary young people who had never seen the world were already panicked by the look he had just had.

"Yes, Charles has a good eye on people, and this may be a help for him." Count Lens nodded in his heart, yes, he already regarded the Dias family as the team of Charles, and he was very much in favor of his heir to win over the team, although the inheritance was confirmed by God, but it will inevitably be destroyed, and the more people the heir has, the better.

"Karl, you have not only succeeded in holding our food with the strength of thirty light infantry, but in the face of the onslaught of fifteen Lorraine knights, and even captured all the other party without many deaths, which is really a great achievement, you have confirmed your valor, and your honor deserves to be recognized, as a just count, I have decided to grant you the title of knight, and at the same time grant you my fiefdom at the Selder manor outside Winterburg and the village of Sylde under it, and from this day you can call yourself Syld Knight, I allow you to become my vassal, receive my protection, and I will protect you from carrying out your reign under your title! ”

Count Lens's voice was sonorous and powerful, so that everyone in the whole tent was stunned, and even Karl lost his mind for a moment, listening to Count Lens's words blankly, full of disbelief.

"Grant you my Elder Manor outside Winterburg and its subordinate village of Sild as a fief......"

"Grant you my Elder Manor outside Winterburg and its subordinate village of Sild as a fief......"

Count Lens's words echoed in Karl's ears over and over again, as if they were about to enter his soul.