Lord of the Oasis

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This was what shocked him, because he didn't even have these kind of boots. Even when he went to the battlefield, he wore only iron boots. Now there are 40 cavalrymen, and they are all in iron armor.

And the war horses under the crotch, all of them are fat and strong.

Not at all like those lean, malnourished horses in Stone Pass.

Perhaps Baron Dylan's own steeds could be compared to those under their crotch.

"This is really Kant."

He swallowed and spit, thinking that when the Sentinel Oasis sent people the first two times, there were not so many heavy cavalry, and all of them were elite, comparable to the vassal cavalry that belonged to Baron Dylan in the Stone Pass.

And as a vassal cavalry, he was also a little unwilling.

But still have to admit.

In fact, those 40 heavy cavalrymen were much better than them in terms of weapons and equipment, or the warhorses under their crotch, and even the gap between the real nobles and the downcast wanderers.

"Unfamiliar troops, please stop!"

He swallowed, and although he knew it was Kant and Manid, he still did not order the gates to be opened, but instead shouted: "This is the territory of the Principality of Lions, the Stone Pass of North County, the territory of Baron Dylan, If you want to enter, please explain your purpose and give enough goodwill!"

The 40 heavy cavalry led by Kant looked like a sturdy elite force.

He dared not put it into the Stone Pass casually.

Without these city walls, it is estimated that the 40 heavy cavalry would be slaughtered one-sidedly by those recruited peasants, armed militiamen, and thousands of people, even if they joined him as a single vassal knight.

This is an absolute advantage in quality.

Hearing the question of the vassal knight on the city wall, Manid looked at Kant.

This is diplomatic rhetoric.

It is also a way of expressing their identities to each other.

Kant nodded to him: "You go."

"Understood." Manid responded.

With Kant's permission, he rode his horse forward, looked at the vassal knight on the city wall, and shouted calmly: "This is the second son of Cameron, the prince of the lion, the baron of the principality of the lion, and the desert of Naron. The lord, Lord Kant!"

The vassal knights on the city wall had long seen that it was Kant underneath.

With cold sweat on his face.

While sending someone to inform Baron Dylan, he gritted his teeth and said: "Dear Baron Kant, why did you lead the troops to the Stone Pass, forgive me for my rudeness, the 40 heavy men you led Cavalry, entering Baron Dylan's territory also needs to be reported and approved by the Baron."

Kant said to Manid: "Tell him, I understand."

"Lord Kant expresses his understanding."

Manid nodded and immediately replied and shouted: "The purpose of our visit is to conduct trade. I hope you will inform Baron Dylan that we will lead these 40 heavy cavalry only to deal with the huge number of gnolls in the Naron desert. To prevent the looting of goods, I hope both of us can understand each other."

After a few more words, the person who notified finally came back.

At the same time, there were also Baron Dylan and his vassal knights, all wearing chain mail, all full of energy and red light. Compared with when Kant saw it, not only the equipment was updated, but the physique was also stronger.

Apparently they've had a good time these days.

Baron Dylan came to the wall.

The vassal knight wiped the cold sweat from his face and reported all this in a low voice.

"You did a good job. When you go back, ask my butler to get 20 large silver coins."

Baron Dylan nodded after hearing this. Although his face was expressionless, he directly reassured the vassal knight: "If this happens in the future, keep doing it. You represent the Stone Pass. This is very good."

"Thank you for your compliment." The vassal knight looked happy, bowed his head in thanks, and then retreated.

Baron Dylan left him alone.

Instead, he looked down at the city wall a hundred meters away,

40 heavy cavalry in formation.

There was a bit of surprise in his eyes, and he also looked at the full set of chain armor, the Salander helmet held in his arms, and the sturdy physique and majestic warhorse, and there was covetousness in the depths of his eyes.

This is the heavy cavalry that even he does not have.

But soon his calm returned, and his emotional stability was very good.

"Open the gates!"

Baron Dylan waved his hand, looked at Kant below, and swept over the recruited peasants behind him, with a bit of indignation on his face and a reprimand in his tone: "That's Baron Kant, have you all forgotten, this is Our friends at Stone Pass! You dare not open the city gate, and if you don't open it right now, let our friends in!"

"Understood." Those conscripted peasants did not dare to refute.

There was no way they could refute it.

As the wooden bolt holding up the city gate was opened, the iron rope pulled open the city gate.

The two heavy wooden doors were slowly opened, and Baron Dylan also walked down the city gate, brought the vassal knights behind him, and greeted Kant and the others in person, with a very happy tone: "Dear little Kant, I feel like we haven't seen each other for a long time, and I'm so happy to see you again!"

"Just as nice to meet you, Uncle Dylan."

With a sincere smile on Kant's face, he didn't seem to be angry because of what happened before.

The two chatted and walked into the Stone Pass, arm in arm.

The relationship is very harmonious.

Behind him, Manid led the camel team to enter first, the bulging sack on his back made the smile on Baron Dylan's face a little deeper, but when he swept the 40 heavy cavalry without leaving a trace, his eyes widened. In the very depths of the , there was also a bit of fear.

The stone pavement of the Stone Pass has been swept, at least the filth is gone.

The colorful poor people are still staying in the grass huts on both sides.

Seeing Kant and Baron Dylan riding their horses, they looked at each one with no expression, just casually bending over to caress their chest and salute. There was not much so-called sincerity at all, just like coping.

Baron Dylan pretended not to see either.

These despicable poor, to him, are simply dispensable.

Back at the official residence built next to the mountains, the soldiers guarding the door came and led Baron Dylan's warhorse.

Some servants also came to help lead Kant's war horse.

"no need."

Kant declined, turned his head to the Salander rider behind him and said, "Come and lead the horses to the stables. There is no need for so many people to follow me. In Stone Pass, Uncle Dylan's territory, it is very safe."

"Haha, of course, little Kant, you can treat this as your territory!"

Baron Dylan laughed.

The Salander riders were automatically divided into two groups. Thirty people led the war horses and followed the servants to the stables at the back, while the remaining ten stood behind Kant, apparently following him as guards.

Baron Dylan didn't care, he waved his hand and said, "Come in, they all seem to be good guys."

"Of course." Kant nodded with a chuckle.

However, he also arranged for Manid: "Manid, you go to deliver the goods with Uncle Dylan's caravan leader." He said with a slightly apologetic smile on his face: "This time the amount brought More, it may be troublesome.”

"Hahaha, I'm not afraid of trouble!" Baron Dylan laughed.

The more goods he brings, the more he earns.

The profit from the last batch of fine white salt made him so excited that he didn't sleep all night.

"I asked someone to arrange dinner." Baron Dylan said, holding Kant's arm like an elder, and the smile on his face became more and more bright: "If you can come earlier, I can hold a welcome banquet for you, But tomorrow I will invite the famous gentlemen of Stone Pass to come over and hold a grand banquet officially."

"Thank you so much." Kant pulled out his hand without leaving a trace, with a smile on his face.

Entering the slightly depressing mansion.

The building was actually built to the size of a small fortress.

Although it is not as tall as a castle, with the complete defense facilities and the narrow gateway, only a few hundred elite soldiers are enough to defend the official residence and ensure that the stone pass can last until the last moment.

Enter the original Lord's Hall.

The torches were lit one by one and inserted into the blackened stone wall next to them.

On both sides of the long table in the hall, on the main seat where the lord is, and on the table in the opposite guest seat, there is also a silver three-pronged candlestick, and the three candles on it are lit, releasing a stable and orderly of light.

"Are you missing something?"

Baron Dylan smiled and invited Kant and the 10 Salander riders to their seats.

At the same time, he brought his own vassal knights and said to Kant with a smile: "This is a silver candlestick bought in South County, as well as these beeswax candles, which are rare luxury goods in our North County, but You are the son of Archduke Cameron, and you should have seen these things a lot."

"Very good." Kant nodded with a smile, sniffing lightly between his nose, but his brows were slightly wrinkled.

"What's wrong?" Baron Dylan noticed his frowning brows, the smile on his face subsided slightly, and he frowned and asked, "Little Kant, did you find something?"

"Beeswax candles?" asked Kant.

Baron Dylan looked a little embarrassed. He turned his head and glanced at the chubby and bewildered butler next to him. He had an answer in his heart, but he nodded and said, "Yes, when I was buying, the merchant from Nan County told me that this is the purest, The beeswax candles that the nobles of Nan County like to use at banquets."

"Well, Uncle Dylan, maybe you bought a not-so-pure beeswax candle." Kant shrugged slightly.

And Baron Dylan wondered: "Is it a fake?"

"No, this is indeed a beeswax candle." Kant shook his head and frowned: "But the texture is not pure. It should be the wax liquid that was melted after the original beeswax candle was burned, and then heated and melted after being collected. Wax candles, from the light and the slight pungent smell of burning, are fakes made by those traders."

"These nasty ghosts from Nanjun dare to lie to me!" Baron Dylan seemed to be very angry.

Kant's expression was regretful, with regret on his face: "This is a small trick of the businessmen in Nanjun, and it is a scam. I didn't expect Uncle Dylan, you also met."

PS: To make up the fourth chapter, I read the book review area yesterday, and I was in a bad mood. Ha, I adjusted myself a bit, and it was a relief. Continue to work hard to code words today, at least I can write this book without too much trouble, and it is good to strive for early quality products.