Horn could hear a familiar tone in the voice, a gong-like voice that had no semicolon in the town of Dauphin except for Libist Green. Horn's handsome face was gloomy, but fortunately he had been reminded by Buzz in advance, and he had been released in advance, otherwise with the sudden arrow just now, he might have died by now. Horn shuddered at the thought of this, looked around vigilantly, and only after confirming that there was no danger did he pull out the silver arrow that had sunk into the tree.

The arrow is in the shape of a trigram, there is a barb at the end, about sixty centimeters long, there is no feather at the end of the tail, only a groove, it is obvious that this arrow is not shot from a bow, but a crossbow arrow, relying on a crossbow machine to shoot the arrow, although it is not far, but the short-distance strength is super strong, even if you wear armor, it is useless.

This arrow is well-made and should belong to the standard equipment of the army. Horn took the arrow and looked at it a few times, thinking that Libist should know the news of the Hans Act, and he used to have a little scruple that he would inherit the status of a nobleman in the future, and he didn't want to make things too stiff, but now this scruple has disappeared, and he has begun to do things without scruples, and even takes out the standard equipment of the army to plot against himself.

Horn pondered for a long time, put away the crossbow arrow in his hand, turned on his horse, and walked in the direction of home, but this time he did not raise his alertness as he had just now, and walked with ease, because with what he knew about Libyster, his intelligence was not enough to set two traps.

Horn returned to the Valley of Steele when the sun had completely submerged into the mountains. At the beginning of the day, Horn and his father Grant were at the table, and the few exquisite dishes in front of them did not arouse their appetite at all. It's just that I didn't deal with the roast chicken on the plate for a while.

After a long time, Grant felt bored with his favorite roast chicken, put down the knife and fork in his hand and frowned and said: "Triste's craftsmanship seems to have regressed a lot, and no matter how you eat it, it doesn't taste like before." "Trist is the cook of the Horn family, and has served the Constance family for many years, and his craft has not regressed, but tastes better, but now Grant is preoccupied, even the delicacies of the mountains and seas are like chewing wax.

"Father, you don't have to think too much, anyway, even if I can't inherit the family title, I can still live in business or find a public office with my ability. Horn calmly comforted.

Grant shook his head and said, "I know your ability, even if you don't have a title and inheritance, you can live well." I'm worried about that madman from the Grimm family, Libyst, although you didn't say who attacked you just now, but in a place as big as Dauphin, you have an enmity against you, and you have the audacity to attack the son of a nobleman, who else but this madman?"

Horn nodded, and said, "It's him, but I'm not worried at all, if he keeps hiding his killing intent, I still think it's a little scary, but an exposed enemy-to me, the threat is very small." ”

"Is it? Even if the enemy is exposed, he is still the enemy, and what can you do against him?" Grant retorted.

"Father, you are wrong. In a dense forest, hunters want to catch their prey, and the same prey wants to catch them, and it's hard to say who is the hunter and who is the prey when both are still in between. But once the traces of that side are exposed, then the exposed side basically has no other way but to be hunted. Horn said, carefully dealing with the bacon in front of him, as if the bacon in front of him was his enemy.

"Maybe you're right, but I'm still going to say it's okay to be careful. Grant thought for a moment and said.

"I'll be careful, don't talk about this for now, the top priority now is how to use this news to re-answer the ranks of the nobility. Horn said.

"What's your plan?" asked Grant, and with what he knew about Horn, when Horn was calmly dealing with something very important, it meant that he had a plan in mind.

Horn swallowed the bacon, picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. Said methodically: "First of all, the quid pro quo made by His Majesty the Emperor and those upper-class nobles was that the upper-class nobles could nominate nobles, although such nobles had no territory, they were no different from the real nobles in terms of status. ”

"Is your plan to find a nobleman and ask him to recommend you? You must be clear that the identity of the nobleman is very important, but the reason why the nobleman is a nobleman is because of the territory, and the territory of the nobleman is the real dependence of the noble. And every nobleman who can be nominated, there are many heirs of the family behind them who want this nomination, why don't they nominate their own heirs and nominate outsiders like you?" Grant said questioningly.

Horn listened quietly, nodded in agreement with Grant's words, and said, "Yes, it obviously won't work if you want those high-ranking nobles to nominate me. I only have one chance to nominate once in my life, and anyone will think about it carefully, and even if they want to nominate me, I can't afford the bargaining chips they want. ”

"And you're still up to the idea?"

"Yes, you forgot a little bit, it's not just the upper class aristocrats who can be nominated. Horn said with a smile.

"Really?" Grant said skeptically.

"The Sunderland Empire has been at war with neighbouring Andrew Empire lately, with the two sides facing off on disputed borders, with both sides winning and losing. Horn pulled a stack of papers from his body and placed it on the table.

Grant took it and looked at it, and it was all about the border war. After a brief glance, he said, "What does this have to do with your plans?"

"It has a lot to do with it, in a recent war, the Sunderland Empire once broke through the border towns of the Andrew Empire, forcing the Andrew Empire to send envoys to negotiate peace, at this stage, it is estimated that the talks are almost over, and the Sunderland Empire should withdraw after a while. Horn said.

"So what, what does it have to do with your plans?" asked Grant.

"Does it matter, do you forget how my grandfather, that is, your father, got the status and territory of the nobility? My grandfather founded this business in the war against the Nelson Federation, and the same thing happened again, never before had there been such a brilliant victory in any war against the Andrew's Empire, and it was estimated that the Andrew's Empire would have to pay a great price to get Sunderland to retreat. Therefore, the main personnel who participated in the war this time will be rewarded by His Majesty the Emperor, and some gossip says that among the gifts prepared by His Majesty the Emperor, there is a viscount, three barons, and a matching territory. As far as I know, one of the soldiers who played a key role in this war was a soldier named Lal Starkey, who was a commoner, and in the emperor's preference, he would definitely give him a knighthood, and if it was given to a viscount, it is estimated that the noble council would have prevented it, because it was already a great reward for a commoner to give him a knighthood, and if he skipped the knight, the lord, The three levels of barons are directly above many old nobles, and no one will be happy, so the noble council will definitely prevent the emperor from giving him the title of viscount for various reasons, and the biggest possibility is that the emperor and the council each take a step back and give Lal Starki a baron status and corresponding territory. My plan was to approach Lal Starkey and make a deal with him, as simple as that. Horn analyzed to Grant.

Grant looked at Horn and felt that he didn't know Horn well enough, like holding an easter egg, one was just an ordinary gift, and he couldn't see anything on the outside, but there was something else inside. Horn has always been very attentive to some gossip, and even put a lot of thought into it, but Grant always disagrees, feeling that gossip is gossip after all, and a large part of it is chasing after the wind. Now it seems that this perception is wrong, at least for now.

However, he found a flaw in Horn's plan, and said: "This plan is indeed feasible, but one thing is that there are many smart people in this world, and there are always some prescient people who want to think of it, which means that there should be many people who want to get close to Ral Starkey, and there are many people who can afford to trade." ”

Horn nodded, agreeing with Grant's statement, he didn't think he was the only one who thought of this plan, there was no shortage of smart people in the world, but there was a little Grant hadn't grasped yet. He smiled and said, "Father, I also think that others will beat Lal Starkey's idea, and when the time comes, the competition will be fierce. But one thing is that these news have not been announced yet, and some are just the gossip and speculation that we have explored, which means that before the news is officially announced, many people will not have this plan, and well-informed people like us may not act immediately, which requires betting that Lal Starkey can get the knighthood, if there is no such qiē is useless, many people will hesitate, so there are a lot of competitors, so now we have a big time advantage. ”

"Yes, why didn't I think of that? It looks like I'm getting old. Grant said with emotion.

"No, this has nothing to do with the old, you are just blinded by the gains and losses in front of you, if you calm down, you will see the fog in front of you like me. Horn said earnestly.

"Okay, don't be comforting me. When are you going to go?" asked Grant, smiling.

"The sooner the better, I'll prepare for the next few days, and I'll leave for the imperial capital immediately, this Ral Starkey went with Andrew's envoys, and he should still be there. ”

Grant nodded and said, "Then you hurry up and prepare! If there is nothing else, you can go and rest." ”

Horn nodded, said goodnight to his father, and went back to his room.