Baron Dylan estimated the time. It was about seven o'clock in the evening. After the banquet tonight, everyone would leave under the cover of night and return to their own estate or the hotels in the Stone Pass.
Those who could attend the banquet were not important people.
There was not even a baron of the same rank.
They were all small merchants, small landlords, or knights who hadn't been given their titles yet.
They also included the management personnel of the large-scale trade caravan stationed here.
It looked lively, but in fact, the quality of this grand banquet was very poor. If a real noble attended, they would probably think that the appearance of these small figures was disgraceful.
The noble would not appear at this banquet. No matter who it was, they all chose to remain silent.
This included Viscount Wayne and Viscount Kevin from the northern county.
However.
The people in charge of the trade caravan could also represent some noble.
During this banquet that lasted for seven days, Kant himself received a lot of respect from the trade caravan's managers. For example, he received a lot of expensive gifts.
There was also a special envelope in the gift. There was no signature, and there was no seal to prove his identity.
What was written on it was also ceremonial nonsense.
But Kant was satisfied.
The goodwill expressed in the letter was very obvious. According to the trade caravan behind these merchants, one could guess which noble expressed their goodwill. It was like a tactful communication between noble families. Although it was awkward, it showed the initiative to send a signal.
There were no eternal friends, no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.
Standing on the high platform.
Many of the guests were satisfied. Obviously, they were very satisfied with this banquet.
They had received verbal support from Kant. As long as Kant could carry out his plan, it meant that all of them would be able to make a lot of money!
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The combination of interests.
Even if someone tried to swallow Kant.
But these vested interests, when their own interests were touched, they would definitely stand on Kant's side and bounce back.
Or when there was no greater interest that could break the interest Kant gave them, these vested interests would never betray Kant. Even if they betrayed, they would delay for their own interests, thus indirectly alerting Kant.
It was like a big net woven with benefits. Although it was simple, it was extremely useful!
Moreover, this was not Kant's benefit.
The salt mine was ready-made.
The Stone Pass belonged to Baron Dylan.
Using other people's benefits to gain benefits for oneself, that was the best.
For this, Kant glanced at Baron Dylan, who was not far away. He was sitting obediently in a corner, drinking quietly with the vassal knights who were still loyal to him. The corners of his mouth curled up into a slightly mocking smile.
This uncle Dylan really thought that he had not discovered anything.
He seemed to have noticed Kant's gaze.
Baron Dylan looked over.
"Cheers."
Kant raised his wine glass across the crowd, paying his respects in vain.
However, Baron Dylan pretended to be otherwise, as if he did not see it. He lowered his head again and drank quietly. He looked as if he was the wolf king who had been completely driven out of the wolf pack. He was howling in a low voice and licking his wounds.
Or perhaps, he was waiting for something..
The banquet was coming to an end.
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This kind of banquet was not only a good opportunity to get closer to Baron Kant. It was also a good opportunity for everyone to get closer to each other.
Many merchants and squire landlords were decent people of the same level. Although they could not be compared to a real noble, they could still be considered as people of the same level. They were also living in Stone Pass. It would be beneficial for them to get closer to each other in the future.
Especially the trade caravan controlled by the noble families, which was the target of these people.
This was also because of Kant.
After all, they could not reveal their purpose of cozying up to the noble families too clearly.
If Kant left, or if it was somewhere else, these small squire and landlord merchants who were originally in the stone pass would directly stick to him. They would shamelessly cling to the legs of the stewards of the trade caravan who represented the noble families!
Next, if those great noble families were to move into Stone Pass, then Baron Kant would have nothing to do with it.
It would also be beneficial to cling onto the thighs earlier.
Kant saw this.
He was also helpless against these fellows' moral integrity.
However, the ridicule at the corner of his mouth was not directed at them. After all, these short-sighted fellows had their future in this place. They would not pose a threat to Kant's plans.
After a moment of silence, Kant left the high platform and asked the knight who was waiting beside him, "Is everything ready?"
"Yes."
The Swadian Knight nodded. "Everything is ready."
"Yes." Kant smiled. What was coming next was the real banquet, the real climax, and the real ending!
He swept his gaze across the corner.
Baron Dylan was still pretending to brood as he drank his wine.
However, his eyes flashed with a bright light. His expectant look seemed to be anticipating something.
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Kant shook his head.
When Baron Dylan was communicating directly with the crystal ball, he revealed some kind of spatial fluctuation that had attracted the perception of the Lion Knight of Sarion. Almost at that time, he had officially monitored Baron Dylans room.
Although they did not enter the door and did not know the secret passage that was specially monitored, their ears were very useful.
The ears of grand knights were naturally very strong.
Ordinary people could not hear it.
But they could!
The Pande continent was a fantasy world. Even if it was already very low in demonization, the power of the extraordinary also had some special enhancements. For example, the Level-6 cavalry that had already reached the peak, these lion knights had such a set of skills.
After all, they were constantly out in battle. If they did not have good hearing, they would not be able to hear the enemy's advance and their own orders. That would be bad.
There were also crucial points.
On the Pande continent, there were the underworld demons and the Nordo Elves.
These races still had the knowledge of ancient magic. Of course, they also had knowledge of space-related magic.
The underworld demons had broken through space to invade the Pande continent, while the Nordo Elves had opened up a pure land space in the forest to isolate the humans. They reproduced on their own in an attempt to regain control of the continent.
Therefore, as the strongest national knights of the Kingdom of Sarion, these lion knights naturally knew some similar knowledge.
Their enemies were not the other countries.
They also included the demons of the underworld and the Nordo Elves!
It was for this reason.
Even when Baron Dylan activated the crystal ball in the dead of night to ensure that the knights guarding outside were not on guard, he still could not escape Kant's control by arranging with his allies in a very low voice.
When he activated the crystal ball with his supernatural power, the fluctuation of space was detected as soon as it was released.
Then, it was monitored.
In the next six days, every night's plan was easily monitored and even rewritten into documents, which were presented to Kant continuously.
As for the attack that was about to end at the banquet tonight, it was especially targeted.
Hundreds of candles lit up the hall.
There was only a piece of plate or leftover food on the long table.
A messenger, the Swadian Infantry, quickly came to Kant and whispered, "Lord Kant, Sir Firentis asked me to inform you that about 300 cockroaches have come in."
"Yes, tell them to continue hiding and wait for orders."
Kant gave a new order.
"Yes." The infantry quickly turned around and left.
This was a small episode.
No one cared. Even if they saw it, they did not think too much about it.
However, Kant walked forward, clapped his hands, and came to the high platform that was built. He smiled and said, "Everyone, the banquet lasted for seven days. Perhaps it was not well-treated, but please forgive me."
"Merciful Lord Kant, you have served us well!"
"There is nothing wrong with it. We love your banquet!"
"This banquet is amazing!"
The guests and the vassal knights cheered.
This was not a hypocritical social speech, but a sincere one. After all, to be able to come here for free and enjoy a high-class banquet like a noble, it was not something that they, who were not even a noble, could enjoy.
Moreover, there was Kant's promise to give them a pie in the sky. It was extremely tempting.
This banquet was really something!
Even Baron Dylan nodded and glanced gloomily at the merchants. "That's right, it's great."
Using the ingredients and supplies stored in his warehouse to hold a noble's banquet was more than just great. Even Viscount Wayne of Logue Castle, the nominal supreme lord of the entire northern County territory, would not hold such banquets frequently.
But now, he had invited a group of lowly merchants, landlords, and country gentry!
To use his things!
"Damn it."
Baron Dylan raised his head and looked at Kant with his gloomy eyes. He cursed in his heart, 'damn that little bastard!'
Time was almost up. He swept his gaze across the thick walls around him. According to the plan, his allies from outside the official residence of the Stone Pass had already hidden inside. As long as the time reached 7:30, they would open the secret passage and rush out.
He would kill his way into the banquet, seize Kant, and gain the initiative!
He was the mole.
As a grand knight, Baron Dylan had already tied a dagger to his thigh. As long as an ambush appeared in the secret passage to attract everyone's attention, he would quickly explode his extraordinary power to approach Kant and successfully seize him.
This way, even if the other grand knights came to rescue him, they would have to surrender and listen to their arrangements.
It was a perfect plan.
Baron Dylan's gloomy eyes were filled with pride.
However, when he saw Kant's calm face and the few guards around him, he did not know why, but his sixth sense suddenly jolted. He initially wanted to get closer to Kant, but he held back and did not move.
He was a little puzzled. In the past, Kant, this little brat, had always had a few grand knights guarding him.
Why did he leave today?
And Baron Dylan was also suspicious.
The plan was too successful.
It was so successful that even he felt that it was simple. Even the strange bottom was really too successful. There was no surprise at all.
"Wait." Baron Dylan panted heavily. There was a hint of shock in the depths of his eyes. He suddenly thought of a possibility. The fear that came from the depths of his soul made him pick up the wine cup again and gulp down a mouthful of sweet malt.
He did not stand up. He simply did not move.
At this moment.
"Bang --"
