The butler led the way.
Kant and the others soon arrived outside Baron Dylan's official residence.
Kant raised his head to look at his Uncle Dylan's official residence. The corners of his eyebrows twitched.
Baron Dylan's official residence was rather exquisite and well-built.
Compared to the surrounding civilian buildings made of stone and wood, this building was as tall as a four stories building. It was wholly made from stone and was clearly divided into three stories. Calling it a mini castle would have been more accurate.
The mansion was built on one side of a cliff and the wall was connected to the south side's Stone Pass wall.
However, the connection area was three meters higher than the city wall. They were connected by a retractable wooden bridge made of thick wooden planks and chains.
The watchtower was ready and the arrow tower stood tall.
The outer wall also had an opening for archers or crossbowmen to shoot.
The front door of the mansion was also very narrow.
It was only less than three meters high and two meters wide.
It could only accommodate a carriage or a charging cavalryman whose head had been lowered.
A small castle with a typical architectural style highlighted the tenacious spirit of wanting to resist the enemy with a small number of troops, doing their utmost best to prolong and extend the enemy's siege until reinforcements arrive.
Manid sighed.
Kant shook his head.
They finally understood why Baron Dylan did not pay attention to the defense on the north side of the pass.
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If they could not win, they would just recruit civilians into his official residence to continue resisting, completely abandoning the outer areas. They would strap in to defend the fortress and wait for reinforcements to arrive. With the food they had accumulated, it would not be a problem even if they had to defend for a few months.
In less than a few months, reinforcements from other counties would have also arrived.
"Please come In, Lord Kant."
The slightly plump butler hurriedly bowed and extended his hand to Kant, inviting him in.
In front of the main gate, there were already servants waiting respectfully.
"Okay." Kant nodded and stepped forward.
Not far from the main gate was the patrol team.
Unlike the skinny and sickly looking soldiers holding spears outside, the soldiers of the patrol team looked strong and sturdy. They wore iron-plated scale armor that fit them perfectly.
In the arrow towers on both sides of the official residence, archers holding longbows looked down below with vigilance.
It was obvious that they were fearful.
It was because even they were able to tell the difference between a troupe of trade caravan guard and a squad of elites from the battlefield.
The five Sarrandian Horsemen and ten desert bandits were exactly that.
However, due to prior instructions, they knew that these were Kant's guards and did not act excessively.
The warhorses were handed over to the ten desert bandits. They were in charge of watching over and feeding them in the stable. The five Sarrandian Horsemen followed Kant and Manid into the official residence as their personal guards.
However, something interesting caught their eyes.
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The butler glanced at this and did not say anything.
In the Dukedom of Leo, which was founded on the basis of fighting, asking others to hand over their weapons was the equivalent of one of the deepest humiliation.
He naturally did not dare to ask that.
He led them into the official residence.
Due to the military-oriented architectural style, the light was a little dim.
Kant blinked his eyes before getting used to the light.
"Please follow me. Dinner is being prepared, and Baron Dylan should be waiting for you in the hall."
The butler continued to lead the way.
Kant and the others followed.
After walking through a stone-paved corridor, the butler pushed open a wooden door.
It was a space of about 200 square meters. Ten pillars stood on both sides. They were completely made of stone and were connected to the logs and boulders of the ceiling, making the room seem spacious and sturdy.
At the same time, a long table sat in the middle of the room between the stone pillars on the sides.
The table was extremely large. Chairs were set aside on both sides. At a rough estimate, it could accommodate 30 people eating at the same time.
It looked like this was the Lord's Hall at the Stone Pass.
"Baron Dylan is probably dealing with something and hasn't come yet. Lord Kant, Please take a seat and rest first. I'll go prepare some fresh water. You must be extremely thirsty after coming all this way."
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"Alright, that's fine." Kant nodded and waved his hand, indicating to the butler that he could go and prepare.
The butler quickly lowered his head and left. At the same time, he waved his hand and asked the maids to prepare some fresh water.
Kant sat in the seat that the guests should be sitting in.
Kant looked at the torches burning on both sides. The light in the hall was still considered sufficient.
He turned his head and glanced at Manid and the five Sarrandian Horsemen. He said, "What are you standing there for? Put down your things and take a seat. Rest! Aren't you tired after traveling for such a long time?"
"Yes, Lord." The Sarrandian horsemen nodded, obeying his instructions.
Manid also sat down.
He looked around at the Lord's Hall. With a nostalgic shrug, he said, "it doesn't look much different from the castle halls in the continent of Caradia."
"It's just a little small." Kant chuckled.
Although they did not possess extraordinary powers, the original version of the continent of Caradia and the construction of the castle could still be considered magnificent.
While its performance in the game was relatively bad, the images were still quite extremely magnificent.
Kant, who had lived in this world for 16 years, could also determine, after comparing them in his mind, that this small castle at the Stone Pass could obviously not reach the scale of a real castle, even if it could accommodate a lot of people.
"Someone is coming," Manid suddenly said.
Kant looked in the direction that Manid pointed to. It was the wooden door of the hall.
The sound of leather boots stepping on the ground emerged.
There was quite a number of people.
Moreover, rude and loud voices came from the corridor outside.
This kind of building was not soundproof.
"What? Baron Kant? Ha, isn't he just a little guy who was exiled?"
"It's already surprising that he didn't die in the Nahrin Desert, but now, he actually said that he is coming as a guest. I really want to see and ask if he is coming to take refuge. Remember how he was scared to the point where he almost wet his pants when he encountered the Jackalan in the Nahrin Desert? I almost wet my pants with laughter!"
"Hey, shut up! You guys have to pay attention. This is Duke Cameron's second son!"
"Hahaha, you should say that he's the king's second son. Anyway, our leader is Baron Dylan. Do I have to remind you what the king did to us back then?"
"That's right. He became a king while we became country bumpkin knights in a barren place like this!"
There was no attempt to conceal the mocking tone at all.
It was rude and filled with dissatisfaction, but more of it was contempt.
As the footsteps and voices became louder and louder.
The door was pushed open, and more than ten burly figures walked in. Each and every one of them looked unruly. They grimaced as they looked at Kant, who was sitting firmly in the hall with his back facing them.
Nonetheless, their expressions changed.
It was because this group of rude and unruly individuals also saw the five Sarrandian Horsemen seated on both sides of Kant with hostile expressions.
Burly and strong bodies.
On the table were Sarrandian helmets made of iron.
And from the bulges on their linen robes as well as the silver light revealed through the gaps, it was obvious that they were also wearing full iron armor under these robes.
Most importantly.
These five Sarrandian Horsemen had already placed their palms on their scimitars.
Their eyes were cold and filled with killing intent.
These warriors who had experienced the bloodiness and cruelty of the battlefield had already caused the dozen or so burly men who had just pushed the door open to freeze on the spot. The sinister smiles and impudence on their faces had also turned into solemnity and worry.
All of them wore ordinary linen robes, not iron armor that could protect their bodies.
Similarly, they were not carrying any weapons.
Although there were many of them, these five elite warriors would have no problem slaughtering the lot of them.
Thinking of what they had said just now.
The atmosphere instantly turned cold.
A strange silence filled the Lord's Hall.
"It's dinner time."
Kant's voice appeared. He said without turning his head, "Sit down obediently."
The five sarrandian horsemen retracted their cold and indifferent gazes and returned to their seats. Their expressions were cold and they did not say anything. It was as if they were ice-cold killing machines that naturally brought a sense of dignity around them.
The muscular men at the door also gulped.
It was a step.
Seeing that the other party had withdrawn their murderous gazes, they also exchanged glances with each other. The smart ones did not continue with the provocation and returned to their seats, which were the chairs on both sides of the main seat.
The Sarrandian horsemen were all elites who advanced after going through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
In terms of imposing auras, they naturally had it.
And it was quite terrifying!
