In the central posthouse.
Rolf was sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bench. He had a silver toothpick in the corner of his mouth, and his expression was arrogant.
Three Royal Knights in plate armor stood behind the bench. The full plate armor did not allow one to see their faces, but the eyes in the holes were indifferent as if they were looking at a dead person.
These were the absolute elites, the elites of the elites!
In front of them.
Baron Dylan sat quietly.
The 30 knights behind him, who were wearing double-mail armor, did not dare to look at the Royal Knights. They pretended to be calm as they looked to the side, but their hearts were beating fast.
Obviously, they understood that the three knights in front of them were wearing luxurious armors that looked like works of art.
They were grand knights!
Knights who possessed extraordinary powers!
Moreover, there were seven mysterious people wearing dark robes behind these three grand knights.
They looked ordinary.
They were like travelers who had traveled a long distance.
However, the pointed hat and the cane that was inlaid with pure gemstones in their hands attracted more attention. This caused the knights who had less knowledge but heard more to have some speculations in their hearts.
They were the mysterious mages who came from the Mage Tower!
This was indeed the case.
This was the reason why Rolf dared to slam the table with Baron Dylan.
It was also the main reason why the central posthouse had not been taken down in the past three days!
Three grand knights with extraordinary divine powers, seven high-level mages who could clearly control elements, 220 elite desert bandit and 120 Sarrandian Horsemen were enough to be considered a deterrent!
Baron Dylan sat expressionlessly opposite Rolf.
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He was waiting.
He indeed had the advantage in the current situation.
The mercenary group that he had spent a huge amount of money to recruit was indeed powerful.
If the war really started, how could this posthouse stand against the attacks of his mercenary group? He was even confident that he could hold them off temporarily with just the three grand knights.
Baron Dylan turned his head.
Behind him, there were also two knights with unfamiliar faces standing there indifferently.
These were the knights from the East County.
However, according to his own senses, these two knights were actually grand knights who had already comprehended extraordinary power. Coupled with his remaining grand knights, it would not be a problem for them to hold off the high-end combat power of the posthouse.
In a decisive battle between grand knights on the battlefield, unless the gap was too big, it would be difficult to determine who would be the winner.
This was not a competition.
It was also not a martial competition or some show.
On the real battlefield, everyone was extremely cautious, including grand knights who understood the extent of the destruction of extraordinary power. When fighting with the corresponding opponents, they would be even more cautious. Everything would be focused on protecting themselves.
He was sure that his grand knights could hold off the grand knights of the other side.
But looking at the seven mages in front of him.
"Hmph."
Baron Dylan snorted coldly, and his eyes were filled with gloom.
He really did not expect that this second son of the Grand Duke, who had been exiled to the Nahrin Desert, would done such good job. Not to mention the grand knights, he even recruited mages, and there was a total of seven mages!
This number shocked him.
A real mage, on the battlefield, was equivalent to a ballista.
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On a normal battlefield, these mages not only had shocking lethality, but they even were also the severe blow to the morale of the enemy soldiers. This was also why Baron Dylan felt that he was in a dilemma, which was quite troublesome.
Rolf had also grasped the dilemma of this Baron Dylan.
He still crossed his legs.
However, his heels were placed on the table. He said casually, "Give our Baron Dylan some sweet water. Remember to put more sugar cubes in it so that we won't be said to be stingy."
"Ha, I've been here for two days. The sweet water tastes pretty good."
Baron Dylan was cunning. He stroked his beard and sneered, as if he was implying something. "I think adding salt might bring out the sweetness of the sweet water better. I like to drink it that way."
"That's good. We don't lack salt the most."
Rolf acted as if he couldn't hear it at all. He waved to the light footman who was serving beside him and said, "Put in two more spoons and send them to Baron Dylan. You must know that Lord Kant can respectfully address this baron in front of him as Uncle Dylan!"
"Okay."
The light footman nodded. He actually added three spoons of table salt into the water cup beside him.
It looked like a white flower.
It quickly melted into the sugar water in the cup.
The light footman who was serving Baron Dylan placed the cup in front of Baron Dylan. His tone was calm, but there was nothing wrong with his etiquette. He nodded softly and said, "Your Lordship, please enjoy."
"Heh.", Baron Dylan did not even look at the cup.
He took a deep breath.
Looking at the unruly and arrogant Rolf who had his legs crossed, he said calmly, "This is meaningless, Rolf. You know that I am not representing the Stone Pass, but the entire Dukedom of Leo.". He paused for a moment, and his eyes were calm, he unceremoniously pulled up the tiger skin. "If you want, you can obtain a territory that is comparable to the Stone Pass."
Enticement.
This was the most common method used by noble families.
Rolf also understood this because in the Continent of Caradia, he would also use this method to get rid of those officials. Hence, he was immune to this method.
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"Hehe."
Rolf sneered.
He turned his head as if he was recalling something and asked the Sarrandian Horseman beside him, "The Stone Pass. If I remember correctly, it seems to be the estate that runs through the pass next to the Senwaya Range?"
"That's right.", the horseman beside him nodded and said tacitly, "That very barren land."
"Oh? Barren?", Rolf did not seem to understand.
"According to my estimation, the annual output is not even a few hundred great silver coins."
Sarrandian Horseman shrugged and said helplessly, "Only poor people would go there to become a Lord. Oh god, could it be that someone did something wrong and actually wanted to go there to be conferred a title?"
"I don't want to go.", Rolf shrugged and looked very aggrieved.
"Bang!"
Baron Dylan's hand slammed heavily on the table, making a loud sound.
The 30 knights behind him looked grim as they stepped forward one by one. They looked coldly at Rolf, as well as the knights and mages behind him. They even placed their hands on the hilts of their swords.
Because right in front of them, those knights, horsemen, and mages all raised their longsword and staffs!
The atmosphere instantly became tense!
"Bang!"
But Rolf did not show any signs of weakness.
He instantly got up and slammed his hands heavily on the table. His expression was still arrogant, and he turned his head as if he was reprimanding, "What are you doing? How dare you be so rude. Don't you see where you are?"
The Royal Knights and mages put away the weapons in their hands.
As for the Sarrandian Horsemen and the Swadian Footmen, they also put away their ferocious faces.
Rolf was very calm.
He looked like a big shot who was suppressing others. He turned to look at Baron Dylan with a smile on his face, but his tone was quite casual. "These guys are really lawless. They dare to draw their swords without looking where they are."
"Yes."
Baron Dylan's face was gloomy as he slowly raised his right hand.
The knights behind him put away their weapons.
This was not the first time they had slammed the table, and it was not the first time that both sides were at each other's throats.
When they had just arrived, the two sides had almost erupted into a fierce conflict. This was also the reason why Rolf had secretly sent the elite desert bandit to quickly return to ask for help.
If they had really fought, he was not sure if he could defend this posthouse.
But now.
After being in a stalemate for two days, they all understood each other's strength and patience.
Especially Baron Baron.
It was even more uncomfortable for him.
He had already endured until now. No matter how much he tried, he would not be able to suppress them.
But when the battle really started, Baron Dylan was somewhat unwilling. Especially after knowing that the posthouse had a high-end military force, he did not want to make a big deal out of it.
Although he had a backer, Kant also had a backer.
Baron Dylan gritted his teeth, he said softly, "Princess Sofia left behind a lot of resources... but Rolf, you have to understand that Princess Sofia has already died for more than ten years. The current situation is no longer the same as when the Silver Platter Kingdom set foot in the Dukedom of Leo. She no longer has any influence."
He was naturally talking about the secrets between the two countries.
Because Baron Dylan had already guessed it.
Kant, the immature second son of the Grand Duke, wanted to develop to such a powerful level. Without the secrets left behind by Princess Sofia, it was impossible!
And Baron Dylan was also powerless.
No matter how he tried to probe or seduce, this Rolf ignored all of it and pretended not to understand.
He was naive and cute!
But in reality, Rolf really did not know.
He was not a native of this world!
How did he know?
Looking at Baron Dylan, Rolf was still arrogant. "I don't know what you are talking about, but I know that you should go home. After all, if you often go to other people's houses, something bad will happen."
"Is that so?", Baron Dylan was so angry that he laughed.
"That's right!"
Rolf arrogantly crossed his legs.
It seemed that he was not afraid of Baron Dylan, but in fact, it was also a method.
Sometimes.
Swagger was not arrogance.
It was a deterrence to the enemy, a strategy that made the enemy confused!
If one did not have confidence, how could one be arrogant?
This was Rolf's method!
Just as the two sides were still in a stalemate, a noise came from outside the window.
Exclamations and shouts continued.
In the hall of the posthouse, the situation suddenly became tense. Both sides were on high alert, but they were also puzzled.
At the top of the posthouse, the elite desert bandit on the watchtower carried a scimitar. With a happy expression, he quickly walked to Rolf's side and whispered into his ear, "Master Rolf, the Lord has brought reinforcements!"
Rolf's face was also filled with joy. He pretended to shout, "What? Lord Kant is here? Quickly go and welcome him!"
He stood up.
The smile on his face was extremely excited. He asked Baron Dylan, "Baron Dylan, Lord Kant is here to welcome you. What an admirable lord. When he heard that you are here as a guest, he also brought many people to welcome you!"
"Hehe.", Baron Dylan laughed dryly, but there was only a grim look on his face.
