Lord of the Oasis

Inside the Central Station.

Rolf was sitting in the middle of the bench with Erlang's legs crossed, with a silver toothpick in his mouth, his face arrogant.

The three royal knights in plate armor stood behind the chairs. The full-covered plate armor could not see the appearance of their faces, but the eyes in the holes were as indifferent as looking at the dead.

This is the absolute elite, the elite of the elite!

before.

Baron Dylan sat quietly.

The 30 knights behind them wearing double-layered chain mail did not dare to meet the gazes of the royal knights.

Obviously they all understood that the three knights in front were wearing luxurious armor like works of art.

It's a great knight!

Master a knight with extraordinary power!

What's more, just behind the three great knights, there are seven mysterious people in dark robes.

Seems ordinary.

like a long-distance traveler.

But the big-brimmed hat with the pointed top and the cane inlaid with pure gemstones in his hand attracted more attention, making the knights around who had little knowledge but heard a lot of it raised a bit of speculation in their hearts.

Those who come from the Mage Tower, pretending to be mysterious magicians!

This is indeed the case.

This is the confidence that Rolfe dared to beat the table with Baron Dylan before.

It is also the central station. It has not been captured in the past three days. The main reason for the stalemate between the two sides!

3 great knights with extraordinary power, 7 senior mages who can obviously control the elements, plus 220 elite desert robbers and 120 Sarand riders, enough to be called a deterrent!

Baron Dylan sat facelessly across from Rolf.

To this arrogant guy, he just slowly rubbed the gold ring on his thumb.

He is waiting.

The current situation is indeed his advantage.

The mercenary group he recruited after spending a huge amount of money is indeed powerful.

If there is a real war, how could it be possible to resist the attack of his mercenary group with this inn, and even with the three great knights alone, he is confident that he can temporarily hold it back.

Baron Dylan turned his head.

Just behind him, there are also two knights with unfamiliar faces, standing there indifferently.

This is a knight from the support of the East County Leader.

But according to his own personal perception, these two knights are actually the great knights who have realized the extraordinary power. With the remaining great knight, there is no problem in holding back the high-end combat power of the station.

In the decisive battle between the great knights on the battlefield, if the gap is not too large, it will be difficult to tell the winner and loser for a while.

This is not a game.

It's not even a performance contest.

On the real battlefield, everyone is extremely cautious, including the great knight who understands the extent of the destruction of the supernatural power, and will be more cautious when fighting the corresponding opponent, and everything is mainly to protect himself.

He can be sure that his own great knight can drag the opponent's great knight.

But look at the 7 mages in front of him.

"Humph."

Baron Dylan snorted coldly, and there was a haze in his eyes.

He really didn't expect that the second son of the grand duke who was exiled to the Naron Desert was really promising, not to mention the great knight, even the mages have been gathered, or a full 7 mages!

This number shocked him.

A real mage, who plays left and right on the battlefield, is equivalent to a ballista.

And it's a high-powered ballista!

On the ordinary battlefield, not only the lethality is amazing, but it is also a serious blow to the morale of the soldiers. This is why Baron Dylan feels that it is quite difficult.

Rolfe also grasped the dilemma of this Baron Dylan's stubbornness and dilemma.

Erlang's legs are still crossed.

But he put his heels on the table, and said casually: "Give our Baron Dylan some sweet water, remember, put more sugar cubes, so as not to say we are stingy."

"Oh, I've been here for 2 days, and these sweet waters feel pretty good."

Baron Dylan was cunning, stroked his beard and sneered, as if he meant something: "I think adding a little salt might better reflect the sweetness of sweet water, I like to drink it that way."

"Well, the most important thing we don't lack here is salt."

As if he couldn't hear it at all, Rolfe waved to the light infantry waiting next to him: "Put two more spoons and send it to our Baron Dylan. You know, Lord Kant can honor the baron in front of him, it's Dylan. Uncle!"

"OK."

The light infantry nodded, and actually added 3 tablespoons of salt to the water cup beside him.

The appearance of white flowers.

Melts quickly into the sugar water in the cup.

The light infantryman who was serving brought the water glass to Baron Dylan in a calm tone, but he couldn't pick out the slightest problem with etiquette, and nodded softly, "Sir Baron, please use it."

"Huh." Baron Dylan didn't even look at the water glass.

Take a deep breath.

Looking at the rebellious Rolf in front of him, with his legs crossed and arrogant, he said lightly, "It's boring, Rolf, you know, what I represent now is not the Stone Pass, but the entire Principality of Lions. ." After a pause, his eyes were calm, and he rudely pulled up the tiger's skin: "If you want, you can get a territory comparable to the Stone Pass."

lure.

The most common means among nobles.

Rolfe also understands that, because in Calradia, he occasionally misses and dispatches those officials, he will also use this method, so he is immune to such methods.

Moreover, his loyalty is constant loyalty to Kant.

"Ha ha."

Rolf sneered.

Turning his head as if in retrospect, he asked the Salander rider next to him with some doubts: "The Stone Pass, if I remember correctly, it seems to be the one that runs through the mountain pass next to the Sangwaya Mountains. territory?"

"That's right." The rider next to him nodded and said tacitly, "That very barren piece of land."

"Huh? Barren?" Rolf didn't seem to understand.

"According to my estimate, there are not hundreds of large silver coins produced in a year."

The Salander rider shrugged and said helplessly: "Only poor ghosts can go there to be lords, God, who did something wrong to go there and be canonized?"

"I don't want to go." Rolf shrugged, looking very aggrieved.

"Boom."

Baron Dylan's hand slapped heavily on the table, making a loud noise.

The 30 knights behind him looked grim and stepped forward one by one, looking coldly at Rolfe, as well as the knights and mages behind him, even putting their hands on the hilt of the sword.

Because right in front of them, those knights and riders, as well as the mages, all raised their long swords and staffs!

The atmosphere suddenly became tense!

"Bang!"

But Rolfe showed no signs of weakness.

The whole person started in an instant, and slapped his hand on the table heavily, his face was still arrogant, he turned his head like a reprimand and said: "What do you do, no matter how big or small, don't look at where this is?"

The royal knights and mages put away their weapons.

And those Sarandian riders, the Swadian light infantry, also put away their hideous faces.

Rolfe was very calm.

It seems that he is like a big boss who is coercing others, turning his head to look at Baron Dylan, with a smile on his face, but his tone is quite casual: "These guys are really lawless, they dare to pull out without seeing where they are. sword."

"yes."

Baron Dylan had a gloomy face and slowly raised his right hand.

The knights behind them all put away their weapons.

This is not the first time the table has been beaten, and it is not the first time that the two sides have drawn swords.

When they first arrived, a fierce conflict almost broke out between the two sides, which is why Rolf secretly dispatched elite desert robbers to quickly return for help.

If there was a fight, he wasn't sure if he could hold the inn.

But now.

After being in a stalemate for two days, they both understood each other's stubbornness and the bottom line of patience.

Especially Baron Dylan.

Even more uncomfortable.

I have endured it until now, no matter how hard it happens, the pressure from the beginning is gone.

But when the war really started, Baron Dylan was a little unwilling, especially knowing the high-end troops currently owned by the inn, he didn't want to make things too big.

Although there are backers behind him, Kant also has backers.

Baron Dylan gritted his teeth and said softly, "Princess Sophia has left behind a solid foundation... But, Rolfe, you must understand that Princess Sophia has been dead for more than ten years, and the current situation is not the same as when the Silver Plate Kingdom set foot in the heroic world. It's time for the Principality of Lions, and it has no effect."

What he was talking about was, of course, the secrets between the two countries.

Because Baron Dylan had already guessed.

Kant, the immature second son of the Duke, wants to develop into such a strong level, without the heritage left by Princess Sophia, it is impossible!

And Baron Dylan was equally powerless.

No matter how he tried and seduced, this Rolfe ignored them and pretended not to understand.

Naive cute!

But in fact Rolf really didn't know.

He is not a native of this world at all!

Why would you know?

Looking at Baron Dylan, Rolfe was still arrogant: "I don't know what you are talking about, but I know that you should probably go home. After all, you often hang out at other people's houses, and accidents will happen."

"Really?" Baron Dylan laughed angrily.

"That's right!"

Rolf raised Erlang's legs arrogantly.

He doesn't seem to be afraid of Baron Dylan at all, but in fact, it is also a means.

sometimes.

Arrogance is not arrogance.

It is a deterrent to the enemy, a strategy that makes the enemy puzzled!

If you have no confidence, how dare you be arrogant?

That's what Rolf does!

While the two sides were still at a stalemate, there was a loud noise outside the window.

Exclamations and shouts continued.

In the lobby of the inn, the situation was tense, and both sides were on guard, but they were puzzled.

At the top of the station, the elite desert robbers on the watchtower, carrying a machete, walked quickly to Rolfe with a happy face, and reported to the ear: "Lord Rolfe, the Lord has led the reinforcements here!"

Rolfe also had a look of joy on his face, and pretended to say loudly: "What? Lord Kant is here? Come meet him!"

He all stood up.

The smile on his face was extremely excited, and he asked Baron Dylan: "Baron Dylan, Lord Kant has come to greet you. He is really an admirable lord. When I heard you as a guest, I brought a lot of people to greet you!"

"Haha." Baron Dylan laughed dryly, but there was only a haze on his face.