Lord of the Oasis Chapter 84: .gift from Kant

In the hall, a strange atmosphere pervades.

But unusually quiet.

The dozen or so burly men who came in subconsciously looked at each other.

But there is fear in his eyes.

Especially swept the posture of the five Salander riders sitting up and down, and the way Kant can make them so honest with a single word, they all smacked their tongues secretly.

This elite discipline is not visible in their remote and barren Northshire.

The scene continues to be quiet.

Kant didn't say anything.

Sit on your own chair, with Manid and 5 Salander riders in the guest seat.

They are the guests.

"Cough cough."

A dry cough sounded outside the door.

Baron Dylan walked in, accompanied by the butler.

Looking around at the strange atmosphere in the hall, and the dozen or so rebellious subordinate knights who were so quiet, he couldn't help snorting coldly.

"Everyone is ready, let's start." He said to the butler indifferently.

"Yes." The butler nodded immediately.

At the same time, he quickly walked out of the hall and gently closed the door.

He went to prepare dinner.

Baron Dylan came to his seat and sat down.

The dozen burly and strong figures on both sides also bowed their heads to greet him.

These are all attached to Baron Dylan, or the knights who were canonized by him. They are the terminal forces to maintain the entire Stone Pass and this small castle. They are also the main generals in wartime.

"Uncle Dylan."

Kant also stood up in his place, caressed his chest slightly and said, "Long time no see."

He moves gracefully.

And the voice is calm, the whole person really seems to be a junior whom he hasn't seen for a long time.

"Yes, long time no see."

Baron Dylan nodded, his face indifferent, without the slightest expression: "Also, Baron Kant, I think it's best for you to call me Baron Dylan at this time, we are equal."

This sentence has no taste of reprimand, just a reminder.

But it immediately attracted the low voices of his vassal knights.

Obviously, in their opinion, this is their own baron lord, giving a powerful counterattack to the embarrassment that they were shocked by just now.

This sentence is indeed inhumane.

Even Manid's face stiffened slightly.

Not to mention the five Salander riders, their faces flushed.

These almost insulting words to Kant, they can't bear it.

Kant can endure.

He was already dissatisfied, but for his own development, he didn't care.

He, whose soul belongs to the transmigrators, doesn't take the class in this world too seriously. He also finds it particularly ridiculous when he has no strength against the so-called self-esteem and arrogance.

If Kant had 1,000 Swadian knights lined up outside Hardstone Pass, it probably wouldn't be the case.

In short, it's all about the difference in strength.

Kant stands up.

Still respectful and sincere, he said, "Uncle Dylan, I still remember that the dagger you gave me when I was 6 years old, as a birthday present, is still stored in my box."

"Really?" Baron Dylan narrowed his eyes slightly, and his face also had some waves.

Kant nodded and smiled: "Of course."

Seeing Baron Dylan's face loose, Kant continued: "Uncle Dylan, I came to visit you this time. I don't have any good gifts. I hope you like these things."

Manid next to him took out the package while pushing.

It's a thin linen bag with a relatively new clay pot inside.

All eyes were on it, curious to know what was inside.

And Kant did not lose everyone's curiosity, he directly opened the clay pot, put his hands on the table, and said, "It's some fine white salt, Uncle Dylan is a baron, as long as these are like Snow-like white salt can match your identity."

After saying this, the vassal knights on both sides of Baron Dylan exclaimed in amazement.

They are not ignorant.

This pot is the size of a human head, and if it's full of fine white salt, it's worth a lot.

This is the salt that only high-ranking nobles can eat.

Although these vassal knights are also nobles, they can actually eat at most some salt with a brown and bitter taste, which is much better than those poor people who can't even afford salt.

At least every meal has salt.

"This gift is very precious."

But Baron Dylan frowned slightly. Although the expression on his face was moving, it became solemn.

He looked at Kant and asked directly: "Such precious white salt is too valuable, Baron Kant, have you encountered any difficulties?"

"No, Uncle Dylan, it's just my heart."

Kant shook his head, still smiling sincerely.

Seeing that he didn't answer his question, Baron Dylan snorted coldly and nodded, "Then thank you very much for your gift. If you have any difficulties, you can ask me to help you solve it."

Kant bowed slightly: "Thank you very much."

Just in time, the servants brought dinner.

It can be regarded as a common dish, and even the quality is slightly worse than the food in Sentinel Oasis.

Roast pork, roast sausage, roast bird.

Lamb stew with chickpeas, cabbage bisque, and unlimited light beer.

Everyone has this kind of plate in front of everyone, and the food is also served in wooden bowls.

In the end, the butler personally distributed a dish of salt.

"Let's get started."

Baron Dylan announces the start of dinner.

Immediately, the dozen or so vassal knights started to gobble up their food and drink.

A knight who only knows about slaughter has no graceful etiquette. Those are only things that knights from nobles pay attention to. Knights who are promoted from civilians' military exploits never pay attention to this.

Sometimes they're short of money, and they'll make cameo robbers to rob caravans.

The fundamental meaning of knights is that they are synonymous with force, not philanthropists.

Eating and drinking, the atmosphere of the whole dinner is very strange.

The chat that should have been talking and laughing ended in such a quiet and swallowing voice.

From start to finish, Baron Dylan didn't even say much.

Occasionally communicated with his vassal knights, usually without a few words. The atmosphere of the entire dinner was extremely stiff and solid, and the butler serving next to him was covered with cold sweat on his forehead.

Dinner is over.

Dessert was also served.

These are wild apples from the Sangwaya Mountains, cooked and poured with honey.

Speaking of taste, at least Kant had a hard time eating it.

Manid made eye contact with Kant the whole time, and they both understood what the other was thinking, and that was to wait until the dinner was over.

In fact, Baron Dylan thought so too.

Dinner is finally over.

The rude vassal knights thanked them and left.

However, before leaving, they were blushing after drinking light beer, and many people looked at Kant and the others provocatively. Even the cold eyes of the Salander rider were not afraid.

There were even a few knights, looking coveted at the superb Sarandian chainmail under the Sarandian rider's robes.

In the Principality of Lions, a set of all-iron equipment is not cheap.

And a set of armor that can save lives on the battlefield is the common goal of all soldiers and knights, but except for the wealthy aristocrats, a group of hillbilly knights from the commoner class cannot get this.

Village fiefs only support their daily life.

The barren land cannot produce too much food and cash crops for them to squander.

"Baron Kant, tell me, what do you want from me?"

Waiting for everyone to leave~IndoMTL.com~ Baron Dylan didn't wait for the servants to clean up, and then said: "Is it your territory, you have encountered a gnoll attack again, and you want me to help defeat them?"

Baron Dylan was preconceived, looked at Kant and said: "But you must know that I am not a Hobson knight from Lion Castle. I want to invite me to help you solve the gnoll crisis. White salt won't do."

Kant smiled at this: "No, Uncle Dylan, I just remember, your wife is the daughter of a merchant?"

Baron Dylan's face became embarrassed. His wife did not belong to a noble family, but a businessman. In the orthodox noble circle, he was a laughing stock. Although he was Baron Wufu, he still had the status of a noble.

With a cold snort, Baron Dylan said, "Baron Kant, do you want to use your noble blood to humiliate me?"

"No no no."

Kant looked at this ruthless Baron Dylan with a sincere smile on his face, but instead said softly: "I have no gnoll danger, and I don't mean to be humiliated, I just want to be with you, Uncle Dylan, A lasting trade."

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