There was a reason for Viscount Wayne's worry. In fact, even those noble families who seemed to be asleep in the tent couldn't sleep. They were also feeling uneasy.
When they surrendered to Kant at the last minute, it meant that they tacitly agreed to his control over the North County.
All of this was very logical.
After all, there was no more powerful noble force in the North County than Kant.
According to the rules between the noble families, if Viscount Wayne could not suppress Baron Kant, then he would slowly lose the right to rule the North County. After a certain period, his title of the lord of North County would be stripped.
And it was just like that when the Wayne family replaced the previous family of the North County.
It was all an unspoken rule between the noble families.
But it was very useful.
If that was the case, Viscount Wayne was certain that his family would not decline within ten years.
If he allied with some of the great noble families in the South County who were hostile to Kant, perhaps his family could still be saved in the North County. Thus, he had nothing to fear. After all, Baron Kant's mother had been framed by some of the noble families in the South County.
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If he did not help himself, then Kant, who had control of the North County, would not be easy to deal with.
He would become a big shot!
The North County's estate was vast.
Although it was barren, the salt mines in the Nahrin Desert had replaced the traditional agricultural income.
As long as they had money, people, and power, then even if the great noble families in the South County fought back frantically. If they could not crush Kant in one blow and give him a chance to catch his breath, it would be very difficult.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})With money opening the way, any fractions would have to think about whether or not to ease the relationship with Kant.
The noble families did not always know about hostility.
Especially at the crucial points.
For example, Baron Kant's own strength was not weak, or even very strong.
Maintaining a good relationship and forming an alliance for life and benefits was the best choice.
And it was precisely because Kant had this idea that he had already taken control of the military power of the North County. He had also completely used the salt mine to attract the attention of many greedy noble families, especially after he had displayed his military strength. As long as he slowly plotted, he would be able to easily gain a foothold in the Dukedom of Leo and become a rising noble!
However, things were hard to predict. How could he have expected that Baron Kant not only obtained the North County, but also dragged them towards the South County right away.
This was not a subtle attack on the North County, but a complete attack on the South County to start a civil war.
It would cause a war between the two counties!
Viscount Wayne and the other nobles were worried about this.
All of them were silent, but in their hearts, they were a little desperate for their future.
The troops of the North County and Baron Kant's troops would definitely not be able to directly attack the core area of the South County, but even if they did, they would still be defeated by the defensive counterattack of the top-tier noble.
The foundation of those top-tier noble families was many times stronger than the newly promoted noble families like them!
If Kant was defeated and it was their turn to be punished, the consequences would be unimaginable!
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While everyone was tossing and turning, the night gradually brightened up.
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The sound of footsteps and shouts gradually appeared around the tent.
Many desert bandits acted as squires and went to a brook not far away to fetch water to provide daily drinking for nearly 3,000 people and warhorses. They also prepared breakfast for the next day.
At Grothen Castle, the city gate had already been opened slightly.
Five carriages filled with bread, sausages, and smoked meat came out.
At the front was an old butler.
He was already very old. His hair was white, and his expression was quite grave. He looked like he was determined to go on a suicide mission.
This old butler held the reins and left the castle with the carriage. He had the resolution of not being returned alive. He straightened his back and slowly approached the camp with a dignified look.
Ten elite desert bandits went over with spears in their hands to ask questions.
They would soon come back together.
This was the temporary supply from Grothen Castle that day.
The five carriages were full of food, which could feed nearly 3,000 people for three meals.
According to the old butler, the castle was still preparing the warhorse's feed. Because the quantity was too large, it would be released later, and the specific time would be noon.
Of course, this was a very considerate move.
No one cared.
"Alright, old man, you can go back!"
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Rolf, who was in charge of the surrounding defense, also smiled and waved the old butler away.
However, the old butler bowed respectfully without losing his dignity. "Lord, please allow me to see my master, Viscount Wayne. I am his servant, the most loyal butler. I should accompany him and take care of him."
"Take care of him?" Rolf sneered. "He is a living person, and he can't take care of himself?"
"No, you misunderstood." the butler said gently, "A real noble should enjoy the care of a servant. This is the privilege of a master, and I am his loyal servant. I should take care of him!"
"Oh, okay." Rolf nodded. "You can go."
"Thank you very much." the old butler bent down again and was led to the tent by the desert bandits.
"Hehe!" Rolf only showed a disdainful expression and looked at Firentis who was walking over, he pointed at the old butler with his chin and said, "Look, another good dog. He really treats himself as a servant. I have never seen such a person in Caradia. Even my most loyal servant would not be willing to be a servant forever."
"His servility is too strong." Firentis also looked at the old butler and shook his head. "Don't bother about him. How's things going on? Have you sent someone to contact Lord Kant? Our strategy is a little too risky!"
"It's better to take risks!" Rolf grinned. "It would lead to great harvest!"
"Hmph!" Firentis was a little dissatisfied. "This kind of thing should be discussed with Lord Kant."
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"We are too far away!" Rolf said indifferently. "I have already sent people to inform Lord Kant. It is said that he has already established a Nordic village by the Resniston River. It has already begun to develop." He paused and looked at Firentis, "You don't want the Nords to seize the initiative, do you?"
"With that group of water ghosts?" Firentis snorted coldly. "If they are fighting on the plains, they are just a bunch of country bumpkins trampled to death by Swadian under the hooves of horses!"
"That's true." Rolf chuckled. "But beside them is a river. That's their strong point!"
His tone also became a little more serious. "Lord Kant needs to develop. We can take the opportunity to make the Dukedom of Leo fall into chaos. As long as we can rely on the noble alliance army this time and obtain even the slightest victory, the North County will be completely dragged into our war chariots. When that time comes, whether or not they submit to Lord Kant will not be up to them!"
"Yes." Firentis nodded, and his face turned solemn as well. "I hope so."
