Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 320 His Majesty Harland

Li Wei strode into the hall and scanned the area with a sharp gaze. Prince Ferro was sitting in the main seat, holding a glass of red wine, smiling and waving his hands.

He knew the temper of the Lord of Highcliff Castle very well. He actually dared to beat up a Prince d'Eber in the street.

With his martial arts skills that could only knock down a barefoot farmer, he was just a wooden target in the opponent's hands.

The royal envoy standing nearby seemed somewhat uneasy, obviously embarrassed by Ferro's words.

"Lord Levi, you are finally back." Fortunately, he was also a sharp-minded person. He quickly stepped forward and bowed respectfully. "His Majesty the King sent me to invite you to go to the palace. The Tyresi delegation has arrived."

It was unknown how long it had been, but when the envoy with the mustache was already sweating and feeling extremely uneasy, the voice that made him feel as if he had been pardoned finally rang out.

"Lead the way." Levi said calmly.

"The carriages outside are all ready, but your men are too... burly, so they can only ride the Monte beasts alone." The envoy with a mustache continued, sighing that the marquis was worthy of being a lion hunter knight who went south to quell the unrest, and exuding his domineering aura.

The Monte Beast is a semi-magical creature with three blades at the shoulder height, covered with solid keratin skin. It has a wide head and a curved horn with spiral patterns on the surface.

Their eyes are large and round, with pupils a deep blue. Their limbs are sturdy and powerful, and their hooves are as wide as plates. They make almost no sound when stepping on the ground, as if they were walking on clouds.

This giant beast has a gentle temperament and rarely gets angry. Even when facing strange humans or other creatures, it always maintains a peaceful attitude.

Due to their docility and excellent endurance, they are the preferred riding animals of many caravans.

The orc barbarians climbed onto the giant beast with curiosity, grinning happily like a child.

They are strong men weighing nearly a thousand pounds, and ordinary war horses are simply unable to bear their weight.

Therefore, having never experienced the feeling of being a cavalryman, it is inevitable that he will feel excited riding on the back of a giant beast and do things that are difficult to understand.
For example, Zha Manzi, after satisfying his addiction to riding a beast, actually began to dislike the beast for moving too slowly. He jumped off its back, rolled up his sleeves, and spat into his palms.

With arms as thick as Roman columns, he stretched out his arms to lift up the Monte beast with clear and stupid eyes, and actually lifted up the beast weighing nearly ten thousand pounds alive.

Then he grinned and started running forward.

The civilians on both sides of the street looked terrified and quickly dodged, fearing that they would be hit by such a big fool. Then the only fate would be to become a meat sandwich, and there would be no place to seek justice.

"My lord, your men are really...really unconventional." The envoy with a mustache held it in for a long time before finally uttering these words.

"These guys are so energetic when they are not fighting that they are hard to discipline." The Lord said casually, "It would be good to let them exercise."

As the level gets higher, the barbarians' physical strength becomes more and more durable. Coupled with the support of system skills, they are full of energy and do not look like humans.

Ever since these dozen barbarians reached the "Berserker" level, Levi has been studying how to unlock the top-level soldier "Dragon Vein Berserker".

According to his most likely guess, in order to unlock this top-level soldier type, the barbarians must first possess the dragon veins.

The most reliable way to obtain dragon veins in the world is to inherit bloodline. Find a giant dragon and a barbarian to give birth to offspring, and the offspring will definitely be dragon vein orcs.

Just like the dragon vein dog-headed man in the wilderness, but it's impossible to think about it.

Another theory, but it is also difficult to realize, is that scholars generally believe that almost all races in the Middle Ages have the blood of dragons.

But with the passage of time, it has become negligible.

Simply put, the barbarians must also possess the invisible bloodline of the dragon veins, and all we have to do is dig it out.

The last two types, Levi thinks, are the easiest to achieve. The first is to eat dragon blood grass. This magical plant usually only grows in dragon's nests.

I heard that there is a mature black dragon queen in the Dark Forest of the Holy Sith Kingdom, but the lord does not want to provoke a war between the two countries for the time being.

The last one is that one can have dragon veins by bathing in dragon blood, but this is just a rumor, and whether it is useful or not is still unscientific.

Fortunately, there is a ready-made dragon in Gaoya Castle. It eats and drinks for free every day in Gaoya Castle, so it should not be a problem for it to take a kilogram or two of blood from her.

After all, when Sophia untied the transformation spell, she was dealing with a real giant beast that was dozens of meters long. One or two kilograms of blood for her was equivalent to a nosebleed for a human.

Levi thought about it and decided to verify it when he returned to Gaoya Castle after finishing things here.

The orc barbarians who went south this time have all reached the fifth-level troop type "Great Axe Guards", which means they are only one step away from becoming Berserkers, and the Dragon Vein Berserkers are also close at hand and can no longer be ignored.

……

The banquet was held in the most famous St. Peter's Griffin Round Hall in the Derby Palace.

According to legend, this hall was where the Twelve Saints and the kings of the time held meetings.

The dome is twelve blades high, and the giant crystal chandelier is trapezoidal in shape, gradually increasing in size, with exactly nine steps, providing white light for the entire hall. It is rumored that this is because the Goddess of Light has nine wings behind her, providing light for the world.

This round hall covers a very large area and can easily accommodate thousands of people.

In the middle stands a round table carved from marble, on which a skilled master has carved various exquisite patterns. Surrounding it are round tables that are obviously much more ordinary, guarding the center.

This banquet was extremely grand. The tables were filled with a variety of dishes, so rich that it was dazzling. There were more than a hundred waiters serving.

"This time the banquet is not only for the Western Territory and the Northern Territory, but also for envoys from the other two countries and nobles from the Eastern and Western Territories." Ferro walked beside the lord and whispered some key points to this new recruit in the world of Vanity Fair.

"It can be said that more than 50% of the nobles of Debe are here this time. Some are invited by the king, and some are here on their own initiative after receiving the invitation. But there is no doubt that they are all here for you, my lord."

"A dragon knight who possesses legendary strength, his rise is almost visible to the naked eye. The nobles are like vultures smelling rotten meat, and they all want to come up and make friends with him, or at least make him familiar to avoid conflicts in the future."

"Why only 50%? I thought it was at least 70%." The lord was a thick-skinned man. Instead of feeling overwhelmed that so many people came for him, he felt dissatisfied.

After all, the more people there are, the more valuable he is as the Lord of High Cliff Castle. Hearing this, Ferro had to explain the situation to the Lord: "Some barons in remote areas are lucky enough to be able to feed themselves, so how can they afford the travel expenses to come to the royal court? Moreover, nobles who are not invited to attend this banquet must pay for it themselves, and the starting price is 100 gold grams! Ordinary barons really can't afford it."

"I really don't know where you got so much money to open up this rural area in the wilderness."

Faced with such doubts, how could Li Wei say that it was all thanks to the support of that group of rich women? He just said it with envy.

"Oh, this is just a robbery. I thought the king paid for the banquet himself."

"How is that possible? The king is also short of money. How could he miss such a good opportunity to make money?" Ferro smiled and responded to the other nobles who gestured to him. He said calmly: "If you ask me, even if the price is 500 gold grams, there will be many nobles who are eager to give it."

"Damn, you guys really have maggots in your hearts." Levi was shocked. He originally thought that charging fifty was a good fee, but he didn't expect there would be such a master.

Sure enough, if all these nobles were hung on the street lamps, there might be some accidental killings, but if they hung ten and let one go, there would definitely be omissions.

However, Levi had never heard of such an unethical way of making money, so he silently took note of it in his mind.

Ferro didn't care about this kind of evaluation at all. He just shrugged and said, "Don't you know where these nobles get their money from? If not them, who else can I cheat?"

"Okay." Levi didn't expect that Prince Ferro still had some hatred towards the rich.

"By the way, you can ignore the other nobles, but you can remember these ones." Ferro remembered something and pointed to the west calmly.

There, a group of Western nobles in green formal attire were surrounding an old man who stood as tall and straight as a pine tree. Although time had carved deep wrinkles on his face, it had not diminished his majesty in the slightest.

His brow bones were high and his eyebrows were slightly raised, as if he was always examining everything around him, his eyes were deep and sharp.

His hair was completely white and combed meticulously. A few strands of silver hair on his forehead fluttered in the wind, adding a bit of solemnity.

He was dressed elegantly, with the family emblem embroidered on his dark robe and an antique silver brooch pinned on his chest, symbolizing his noble status and honor.

"This is the head of the Roganres family, and the current master of the Western Territory, Old Gray. Don't be fooled by his impartiality, he is actually an old fox."

Ferro made a brief comment and then pointed to a corner in the east, where a group of nobles in azure robes were surrounding a middle-aged man.

"This is the head of the Hailong family, the Duke of the East, Finn Augustus, who is also the queen's father. He is a master of fighting spirit and controls a powerful navy. He is undoubtedly the overlord of the sea. In recent years, relying on maritime trade, his military strength has become increasingly powerful."

"Although on the surface he has a good relationship with Lady Florina, this is a person with extremely deep thoughts and needs to be treated seriously."

The Duke of Fein was a sturdy man, at least two feet tall, with short blue hair, looking extremely capable. His manners were calm and polite, and his every move revealed an innate majesty.

His face was cold and serious, with sharp edges and corners, giving people a feeling of majesty without even being angry.

The other person was dressed exquisitely and solemnly, wearing a crimson robe embroidered with the sea dragon emblem of the Augustus family, symbolizing his identity and power.

"An old man who says one thing in public and another in private, and an ambitious middle-aged man with blue hair." The lord commented pointedly.

Ferro didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he had to admit that it was right: "Yes, that's it."

"I'm wondering if showing up at this moment would disturb your interest." A powerful voice came from behind.

The visitor must have known that the uninvited interruption would certainly be annoying, but he also knew one thing - as the king of Derby, sitting high on the throne, it must be an honor for him to take the initiative to come and talk with his two nominal subordinates.

When Ferro turned around, the smile on his face had returned to the most proper aristocratic posture. He touched his chest and saluted in a genuine royal accent: "Your Majesty is too polite."

This accent is considered the noblest language by the Gundar people. Even if a barefoot farmer learns this accent, although he respects a baron on the surface, he will definitely look down on these barons who come from the countryside and speak with foreign accents.

Outside the range of Gunda, the so-called outsiders even jokingly called these Gunda guys "King's Capital Masters"

However, in the eyes of the lord, Chunchun is just a poor creature trapped in vanity.

I really thought that by learning the accent of the nobles, I would become a noble myself.

Someone once said something that fits this situation very well.

A farmer who has worked under the lord all his life will involuntarily straighten his back when he sees the master's magnificent castle in the distance.

Therefore, the lord said that they were pitiful creatures and even praised them.

Levi also followed suit and touched his chest in response: "Good day, Your Majesty Harland." Then he looked at him secretly.

This was the first time he had seen the Lord of Debe through any means other than the Jinke statue.

Haaland was wearing a loose and gorgeous robe, but even so, his fat body could not be hidden. However, because he was as tall as two swords, there was an indescribable sense of oppression.

He had thick black hair and a black beard. To be honest, this was the first time the lord had seen someone with black hair other than himself. However, his eyes were azure blue, sharp and bright.

The king must have been handsome in his youth, but as he led a dissolute life, his face became rough and bloated, losing its former charm, but he still had a unique kingly demeanor.

"Hahaha, Levi, you don't have to be so polite."

Harland laughed three times, walked up to the lord, put his arm around his shoulders and led him to the marble table in the center. "This banquet was originally held for you. I even have to thank you for it."

The other person blinked his blue eyes at Levi.

"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to make a lot of money from this banquet!"

"Oh, you probably don't know that even as a king, I am often troubled by money. That damned chancellor of the exchequer must have embezzled some gold. If he weren't still of some use, I would really want to throw him out and chop him off."

Looking at the rough and unrestrained king, the lord finally understood why Queen Ceris said that the other party was a little crazy.

(End of this chapter)