Lord of the Oasis Chapter 307: .Baron Dylan’s sneer

Inside the central station.

Rolf is sitting in the middle of the bench with Erlang's legs crossed, a silver toothpick in his mouth, his face arrogant.

Three royal knights in plate armor stood behind the chairs. The full-covered plate armor could not see their faces, but the eyes in the holes were as indifferent as looking at the dead.

This is the absolute elite, the elite of the elite!

Front.

Baron Dylan sat quietly.

The 30 knights in double chain mail behind them didn't dare to meet the eyes of the royal knights.

Obviously they all understood that the three knights in front were wearing luxurious armor like works of art.

It's the Great Knight!

Master a knight with extraordinary powers!

What's more, just behind the 3 great knights, there are 7 mysterious people in dark robes.

Looks ordinary.

Like a traveler on a long journey.

But the big-brimmed hat with a pointed top, holding a cane inlaid with pure gems in his hand, attracted more attention, making the knights who had less knowledge but heard a lot more guesses in their hearts.

Those who come out of the Mage Tower, pretending to be mysterious magicians!

That's true.

This is how Rolfe dared to slap the table with Baron Dylan before.

It is also the central station. It has not been captured in the past three days. The main reason for the stalemate between the two sides!

3 great knights with extraordinary power, 7 senior mages who can obviously control the elements, plus 220 elite desert robbers and 120 Salander riders, enough to be called a deterrent!

Baron Dylan sat blankly across from Rolf.

To this arrogant guy, he just slowly rubbed the gold ring on his thumb.

He is waiting.

It is true that he has the upper hand in the current situation.

The mercenary group I recruited with a huge amount of money is indeed powerful.

If there is a real war, how could it be possible to resist the attack of his mercenary group with this inn, and even with the three great knights alone, he is confident that he can temporarily hold it back.

Baron Dylan turns his head.

Behind him, there are also two knights with unfamiliar faces, standing there indifferently.

This is a knight from the support of the eastern county.

According to his own personal perception, these two knights are actually the great knights who have realized the extraordinary power. With the remaining great knight, there is no problem in holding back the high-end combat power of the station.

In the decisive battle between the great knights on the battlefield, if the gap is not too big, it will be difficult to tell the winner for a while.

This is not a contest.

It's not even a performance contest.

On the real battlefield, everyone is extremely cautious, including the great knight who understands the extent of the damage of the supernatural power, and will be more cautious when fighting the corresponding opponent, and everything is mainly to protect himself.

He can be sure that his own high knight can hold the opponent's high knight.

You can look at the seven mages in front of you.

"Humph."

Baron Dylan snorted coldly, and there was a haze in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that the second son of the grand duke who was exiled to the Naron Desert was really promising, not to mention the great knight, even the mages had already gathered, or a full 7 mages!

This number shocked him.

A true mage plays left and right on the battlefield like a ballista.

And a high-powered ballista!

On ordinary battlefields, not only is the lethality amazing, but it is a serious blow to the morale of the soldiers. This is why Baron Dylan feels that it is quite difficult.

Rolfe also grasped the dilemma of Baron Dylan's stubborn stubbornness.

Still crossed Erlang's legs.

But he put his heels on the table and said casually: "Give our Baron Dylan some sweet water, remember, put more sugar cubes, so as not to say we are stingy."

"Oh, I've been here for 2 days, and these sweet waters feel pretty good."

Baron Dylan is cunning, stroked his beard and sneered, as if pointing: "I think adding a little salt may better reflect the sweetness of sweet water, I like to drink it that way."

"Well, the most important thing we need is salt."

Rolf, as if he couldn't hear it at all, waved to the light infantry waiting next to him: "Put two more spoons and send it to our Baron Dylan. You know, Lord Kant can honor the baron in front of him. It's Uncle Dylan!"

"Okay."

The light infantry nodded, and actually added 3 tablespoons of salt to the water glass next to him.

The appearance of white flowers.

It melts quickly into the sugar water in the cup.

The light infantryman who was serving brought the water glass to Baron Dylan in a calm tone, but he couldn't pick out the slightest problem with etiquette, and nodded softly: "Lord Baron, please use it."

"Huh." Baron Dylan didn't even look at the water glass.

He took a deep breath.

Looking at the unruly Rolf in front of him, with his legs crossed and arrogant, he said lightly: "It's boring, Rolf, you know, I'm not representing the stone pass, but the whole The Principality of the Lion." After a pause, his eyes were calm, and he rudely pulled up the tiger's skin: "If you want, you can get a territory comparable to the Stone Pass."

A bait.

The most common means among nobles.

Rolfe also understands that, because in Calradia, he occasionally misses and dispatches those officials, he will also use this method, so he is immune to such methods.

What's more, his loyalty is constant loyalty to Kant.

"Hehe."

Rolf sneers.

He turned his head as if in recollection, and asked the Sarandian rider next to him with some doubts: "The Stone Pass, if I remember correctly, seems to be next to the Sunwaya Mountains and runs through the mountain pass. that territory?"

"That's right." The rider next to him nodded and said tacitly, "That piece of barren land."

"Huh? Barren?" Rolfe didn't seem to understand.

"According to my estimates, there are not hundreds of large silver coins produced in a year."

The Salander rider shrugged and said helplessly: "Only poor ghosts can go there to be lords, God, who did something wrong to go there and be canonized?"

"I don't want to go." Rolf shrugged, looking very aggrieved.

"Bang."

Baron Dylan's hand slapped heavily on the table, making a loud noise.

The 30 knights behind him looked grim and stepped forward one by one, looking at Rolfe, and the knights and mages behind him, with their hands on the hilt of the sword.

Because right in front of them, the knights and riders, and the mages, raised their swords and staffs!

The atmosphere is tense!

"Bang!"

Rolfe shows no sign of weakness.

The whole person started in an instant, and patted his hands heavily on the table, his face was still arrogant, he turned his head like a reprimand and said: "What are you doing, no big or small, don't look at this place?"

Royal knights and mages put away their weapons.

And those Sarandian riders, the Swadian light infantry, also hide their hideous faces.

Rolfe is very calm.

Looks like he is a big boss who oppresses others, he turns his head to look at Baron Dylan, with a smile on his face, but his tone is quite casual: "These guys are really lawless, don't look at where this is, Dare to draw the sword."

"Yes."

Baron Dylan raised his right hand slowly with a gloomy face.

The knights behind them all put away their weapons.

This is not the first time the table has been slapped, nor is it the first time the two sides have been at each other's throats.

When they first arrived, the two sides almost broke out into a fierce conflict, which is why Rolf secretly dispatched elite desert robbers to quickly return for help.

If there was a fight, he wasn't sure if he could hold the inn.

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After a stalemate for two days, they both understood each other's stubbornness and the bottom line of patience.

Especially Baron Dylan.

It's even more uncomfortable.

I have endured it until now, no matter how hard it happens, the pressure it used to be lost.

But when the war really started, Baron Dylan was a little unwilling, especially knowing the high-end troops currently possessed by the inn, he didn't want to make things too big.

Although there is a backer behind him, Kant also has a backer.

Baron Dylan gritted his teeth and said softly: "Princess Sophia has left behind a solid foundation... But, Rolfe, you must understand that Princess Sophia has been dead for more than ten years, and the current situation is no longer the original silver plate. It's time for the kingdom to set foot in the Principality of the Lion, and it has no effect."

Of course he was talking about the secrets between the two countries.

Because Baron Dylan has guessed.

Kant, the immature second son of the Duke, wants to develop into such a strong level, without the heritage left by Princess Sophia, it is impossible!

And Baron Dylan is equally powerless.

Even how he tried and seduced, this Rolfe ignored it and pretended not to understand.

Innocent and cute!

But Rolf really doesn't know.

He is not a native of this world at all!

Why do you know?

Looking at Baron Dylan, Rolfe was still arrogant: "I don't know what you are talking about, but I know that you should probably go home. After all, you often go to other people's houses to hang out, and accidents will happen."

"Really?" Baron Dylan laughed irritably.

"That's right!"

Rolfe cocked Erlang's legs arrogantly.

He doesn't seem to be afraid of Baron Dylan at all, but in fact, it is also a means.

Sometimes.

Arrogance is not arrogance.

It is a deterrent to the enemy, a strategy that makes the enemy puzzled!

If you have no confidence, how dare you be arrogant?

This is what Rolf does!

While the two sides were still at stalemate ~IndoMTL.com~ there was a noise outside the window.

The exclamations and shouts continued.

In the lobby of the station, the situation was tense, and both sides were on guard, but they were puzzled.

At the top of the station, the elite desert robbers on the watchtower, carrying a machete, walked quickly to Rolfe's side with a happy face, and reported to his ear: "Lord Rolfe, the lord has led the reinforcements here. !”

Rolfe also had a look of joy on his face, and pretended to say loudly: "What? Lord Kant is here? Come meet me!"

He stood up.

The smile on his face was extremely excited, and he asked Baron Dylan: "Baron Dylan, Lord Kant has come to welcome you. He is really an admirable lord. Hearing you as a guest, he also brought a lot of people here. Welcome!"

"Hehe." Baron Dylan laughed dryly, but there was only a haze on his face.