Don't think that giving away cows, sheep and some vegetable seeds is not in line with the dignity of nobles. In this world, this is already considered a generous gift among small nobles.
Many times, even a few beautiful slaves given to each other are not as valuable as these large livestock.
"Thank you, Sir Boris. Sir Boris, you have had a bumpy journey. Let's enter the castle first and then talk!" Nalant looked at a few cows and sheep. Such a heavy gift was unexpected.
Of course, I also secretly speculated that Boris might have a big appetite for coming this time.
"Excuse me!" Boris saw the joy on Nalant's face, and he was also happy in his heart.
Although Nalant made salt and brown sugar bread after coming to the Storm Territory, he was only the second son of the Baron after all, and his experience was still relatively shallow.
Then the request you want to make later will have a much higher chance of success.
At that moment, the two nobles, who had their own concerns, walked happily towards the castle on the red carpet.
While walking, Boris looked at the mottled city walls from time to time.
The gray-black wall tiles covered with moss and the dilapidated and unstable castle door were very consistent with the doomed places he had heard about in the past.
This castle has been attacked four times and is called the Lord's Cemetery by some nobles. This title is indeed worthy of its name.
"salute!"
However, just as Boris passed through the gate, a shout suddenly came from inside.
Clang Clang Clang!
Before Boris could react, there was a series of sounds of swords being unsheathed in front of him.
"This...!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Boris was a little surprised.
There were a total of ten guards facing each other in two rows, standing neatly on both sides of the red carpet.
The long swords of the ten guards had been unsheathed and pointed diagonally upward, forming a cross in front of the red carpet.
Not to mention, although he had never seen such a weird thing before, looking at the guards who were as motionless as a rock and not squinting, Boris actually had the illusion that these guards were better than the eight guards he had worked so hard to train.
The knights are still elite.
This was not over yet. As he and Nalant continued to move forward side by side, the next moment, a scene that surprised Boris even more appeared.
Whenever two people were about to walk in front of a pair of guards, the two guards would retract their diagonally raised swords in unison, stick them in front of their faces, and clear the way in front of the red carpet.
Their movements are clean and neat, giving people an unprecedented sense of ritual.
"This..." Facing this unprecedented welcome ceremony, Boris felt a sense of pleasure. He couldn't help but curiously said: "Your Excellency Narant, how did you train these guards?
Of? There is also this welcome ceremony..."
"Your Majesty Boris was just amused. It was boring to stay in the territory, so I arranged some random guard military salutes. As for training... I didn't do much training on this. I just asked them to stand where they were and then unify their movements!"
Hearing this, Narante answered humbly.
"Is that so?" Boris rolled his eyes. He didn't believe that it would be so easy to train a team with such uniform movements.
Not to mention combat effectiveness, at least their appearance is not inferior to his elite cavalry.
However, the method of training guards actually belongs to the privacy of each noble, so he didn't ask any more questions to avoid being rude.
With Thomas leading the way, the two of them went directly to the castle hall.
Because there is no money for decoration and repair, Nalant Castle is now extremely simple.
There were only a few old copper candlesticks and a few pieces of less valuable wooden carved wall hangings, barely keeping the hall from being so bare.
Fortunately, Boris knew the details of Nalant before he came, and he came with a purpose, so he didn't care about it.
"Your Excellency Boris, please sit down!"
Narant led Boris to an extended sofa and made a polite gesture of invitation to Boris.
"Thank you!" Boris nodded and continued naturally.
"Hey!" However, just after he sat down, he suddenly noticed something strange, and when he lowered his head, he was doubly surprised.
"This is the fur of a Warcraft wolf." Reese said in surprise. A Warcraft fur cushion appeared in this shabby hall. This was as surprising as a three-color chicken appearing in the chicken coop.
"Haha, don't be surprised, Your Excellency Boris, I happened to kill a Wind Saber Wolf a few days ago, so I used it as a cushion!" Nalant said with a smile.
Because the hall was so shabby, the wooden sofa couldn't even afford a high-grade goose down spot.
Finally, after Thomas asked for instructions, he cleaned the Windblade Wolf's skin overnight, dried it and used it as a seat cushion. Unexpectedly, he was discovered by Boris immediately.
It has to be said that the insight of the veteran noble cannot be underestimated, at least in terms of enjoyment, it is incomparable to him.
"Killed the Wind Blade Wolf?" Boris was a little surprised.
Nalant is a junior bronze knight, and he can actually kill the monster wolf. This is so brave.
However, after thinking about it, this kind of thing happens occasionally in the aristocratic circle. As long as the lives of a few men are paid as the price, low-level monsters are still easy to deal with.
So, he immediately turned his attention to the issue after the death of Wind Blade Wolf.
"Your Excellency Nalant, doesn't that mean there is a lot of monster meat in your castle?"
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