Lord of the Oasis Chapter 84: .Provocation in the Lord’s Hall

The housekeeper leads the way.

Kant and the others soon arrived outside Baron Dylan's mansion.

Looking up at his Uncle Dylan's mansion, Kant's brows twitched.

Baron Dylan's mansion is fairly well-maintained.

Compared to the surrounding civilian buildings made of stone and wood, this 4-storey building is clearly divided into 3-storey all-stone buildings, and it is more correct to call it a small castle.

The official residence is built on the cliff side as a whole, and the city wall connects to the pass city wall on the south side.

But the connection is 3 meters higher than the city wall, connected by thick wooden boards and chains as retractable wooden bridges.

The watchtowers are complete, and the towers are towering.

There are also firing ports in the outer walls that allow archers or crossbowmen to fire.

The main entrance of the mansion is also unusually small.

Only less than 3 meters high and 2 meters wide.

Can only accommodate a carriage in and out, or let the cavalry rush out with their heads bowed.

The architectural style of a typical small castle completely highlights the tenacious spirit of defending against the enemy with a small amount of troops, extending the enemy's attack time and persevering until the arrival of reinforcements.

Manid sighed.

Kant shook his head secretly.

They finally understood why Baron Dylan had no regard for the defenses on the north side of the pass.

With this small castle, what are you afraid of gnolls?

If you can't beat it, directly recruit civilians to enter the official residence to continue to resist, completely abandon the external area, and stay here waiting for rescue, relying on the accumulated food, even for a few months.

And within a few months, reinforcements from other counties have arrived.

"Come in, Lord Kant."

The slightly chubby housekeeper hurriedly bent over and saluted, extending his hand to Kant.

In front of the main gate, there are already servants waiting respectfully.

"Okay." Kant nodded and stepped forward.

Not far from the main entrance, is the patrol.

Unlike the skinny soldiers with spears and pale faces outside, the soldiers of these patrols looked burly and powerful, and they wore iron-studded leather armor that fit well.

And in the arrow towers on both sides of the official residence, the archers holding long bows are also looking down vigilantly.

Evidently, they were all apprehensive.

Because they can distinguish what is a caravan **** and what is a battle-hardened elite.

5 Sarandian riders and 10 desert robbers, that's it.

However, because of the prior instructions, everyone knew that this was Kant's guard, and there was no extreme action.

The war horses have been handed over to the 10 desert robbers, who are responsible for guarding and feeding in the stables, and the five Salander riders followed Kant and Manid into the official residence as personal guards.

But something dazzling.

For example, spears, shields, etc. are all placed on the Salander horse, with only the Salander sword.

The butler glanced at this, but didn't say much.

The lion principality that established the country by force, asking others to hand over their weapons can be equal to the deepest humiliation.

Of course he wouldn't dare say that.

Leads into the mansion.

Because of the military-oriented construction, the light is a little dim.

Kant blinked to get used to it.

"Please follow me, dinner is being prepared and Baron Dylan should be waiting for you in the hall."

The butler is still leading the way.

Kant they follow.

Walking through the stone corridor, a wooden door was pushed open by the butler.

Inside is about 200 square meters of space, and there are 10 top beams and columns on both sides, all made of stone, connecting the stone and wood overhead, bringing a solid defense and spacious space.

At the same time, there is a long table in the middle of the stone pillar.

It is very spacious and there are chairs on both sides. At a rough look, it can also accommodate 30 people to eat at the same time.

This appears to be the Lord's Hall in Stone Pass.

"Baron Dylan should be dealing with things. Before you come, Lord Kant, you should sit down and rest first. I will prepare fresh water. I think you must be very thirsty along the way."

The housekeeper was slightly embarrassed, and quickly and respectfully made amends.

"Okay, that's it." Kant nodded and waved to indicate that he could prepare.

The housekeeper hurriedly left with his head down, while waving his hand to let the maids prepare fresh water.

Sit where the guest should be.

Kant looked at the torches burning on both sides, the light in this hall was quite enough.

He turned his head and glanced at Manid and the five Salander riders, and said, "What are you doing standing there, don't put your things down, sit down and rest, you guys are not tired after driving for so long. ?"

"Yes, my lord." The Salander riders nodded.

Manid also sat down.

He looked around, looked at the lord's hall, and shrugged with some nostalgia: "It doesn't seem to be much different from the castle hall in Calradia."

"It's just too small." Kant chuckled.

Although there is no extraordinary power, the original Calradia continent, the construction of the castle, can be regarded as magnificent.

Even though it's a little underwhelming in-game, it's huge on the desktop image.

Kant, who has lived in this world for 16 years, can judge after comparing in his heart that this small castle in the stone pass obviously cannot reach the scale of the real castle, even if it can accommodate many people.

"Someone is coming." Manid suddenly spoke.

Kant also looked in the direction he pointed, which was the wooden door of the living room.

The sound of leather boots stomping on the ground.

There are a lot of people.

And the loud, rude voices were passed down the corridor outside.

This building is not soundproof.

"What? Baron Kant? Ha, isn't that a little exile?"

"It's surprising enough that he didn't die in the Nalen Desert, but now he said he would be a guest. I really want to see and ask him if he wants to take refuge? Think he was frightened by the gnolls in the Nalen Desert. I'm laughing and peeing like I'm peeing my pants!"

"Hey, shut up, you have to pay attention, this is the second son of Duke Cameron!"

"Hahaha, it should be said that he is the second son of the king. Anyway, our head is Baron Dylan. How did the king treat us back then, should I still say it?"

"Yes, he's king, and we're hillbilly knights in such a barren place!"

The sarcastic voice was not concealed at all.

Rude and resentful, more of that kind of contempt.

With the footsteps and the sound getting louder.

The door was pushed open, and a dozen burly figures walked in, each of them rebellious, grinning at Kant, who was sitting peacefully with his back to them in the living room.

But their faces changed.

Because this group of rude guys also saw the five Salander riders sitting on both sides of Kant with bad expressions.

A burly and strong body.

A Sarandian helmet made of iron, placed on the table.

And the bulging appearance under the linen robe, as well as the silver light exposed in the gap, obviously still wearing iron armor.

Most important.

These five Sarandian riders have put their hands on their Sarandian swords.

His eyes were full of indifference and murderous intent~IndoMTL.com~ This kind of standard experience of the **** battlefield has caused the group of more than a dozen burly men who pushed in the door to stand on the spot, with smirks and presumptuous expressions on their faces, It also became dignified and worried.

They all wore ordinary linen robes instead of iron armor that protected their bodies.

Also without any weapons.

Although there are many people, it is absolutely no problem to slaughter more than a dozen of them with these five elite warriors.

Thinking of what I just said.

The atmosphere suddenly cooled down.

An eerie silence emerges in this lord's hall.

"It's dinner time."

Kant's voice appeared slowly, and he said without looking back, "Sit down."

The five Salander riders withdrew their cold and indifferent gazes and sat back in their seats. They didn't say anything with a cold face. They were like cold killing machines, bringing an invisible majesty.

The burly men at the door also swallowed.

This is a step.

Seeing the other party withdraw the murderous gaze, they all looked at each other. The smart ones didn't continue provocation, and they all sat back to their seats, that is, the chairs on both sides of the main seat.

Sarand riders are all elites who have been promoted in the sea of ​​​​blood.

In terms of momentum, they naturally have it.

And it's pretty scary!

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