In an almost fanatical cheer, Aranza and others left the gap in the mountains. As they marched along the road, the warriors who filled the sight on both sides would sincerely kneel down on one knee. This was different from the etiquette of the inferiors to the superiors.
It is the respect that warriors have for the strong from the bottom of their hearts.
At this time, Aranza and his two men were regarded as invincible gods of war in the eyes of the Dawn Guard warriors. Even the pink dragon-shaped pet on Aranza's shoulder should not be underestimated.
The place to receive "Lord Jonas" was set in the only magnificent small stone building in the fortress. This decision was brought by the orderly when Aryan led Aranza and others to the dilapidated staff cabin.
Aryan's face showed disdain and said: "Those old guys who don't have anything will only show their heads!"
Aranza shrugged and echoed: "Well, as a mercenary, I'm afraid I'm really not used to places decorated with gold coins."
Having said that, Aranza took the initiative to turn around and walk towards the small stone building. It was so conspicuous that there was no need to lead the way.
At this time, in the magnificent small stone building, there was a hollow ring-shaped square table hastily composed of several solid wood square tables. The senior executive of the Dawn Guard was sitting on one side, with Longstader in the middle, and on both sides were specially designed for Aranza and others.
, as well as the four seats reserved by Aryan, and then there were several old mercenaries over sixty years old in aristocratic attire. These people were the representatives of the Dawn Guard Alliance sent by the Mercenary Guild; and after these representatives,
They are the leaders of other mercenary groups in the Dawn Guard, as well as the more outstanding mercenaries such as Caton.
With this classification, there were nearly thirty people sitting around the square table.
Not long after, the carved wooden door of the hut was pushed open.
Aranza walked in first. Although the red suit of Silence on his body had some stains from the battle just now, in such an occasion where a group of mercenaries was hosting a banquet similar to that of an aristocrat, the suit of Silence designed by the old man Lawrence
The outer curves of the suit actually outline a touch of elegance. And there is a lazy little dragon lying on its shoulders, which adds a layer of mystery to Aranza's background. This layer is more mysterious than wearing many cloaks on her body.
It's puzzling.
Everyone present immediately stood up in unison, and warm applause broke out. However, compared to the reverence for Aranza by the soldiers outside this magnificent hut, there were many more subtle things in the applause of the people inside.
Although Aranza's force shocked them, in their minds, their position was still above Aranza.
The person who walked into the hut next was Ronstadt's wife, Aryan. She was walking behind Aranza, with excitement still on her face. Her original clothes were torn by Butch while hunting.
At this time, she was still wearing the cloak given to her by Aranza. As a result, this outfit gave everyone more guesses. In the middle of the banquet, Longstader frowned and his face was a little gloomy.
Finally, two figures, one large and one small, wrapped in cloaks, entered the hut, and the applause was loud again. However, the two of them did not react at all, and their pace remained the same as before, following Aranza not too quickly but not too slowly.
Taking a seat, Aryan sat on the left side of Ronstadt, and on the right side were Aranza and his two followers.
Then naturally there were polite introductions and compliments.
"Lord Jonas, I admire your bravery!"
Ronstadt was the first to stand up, holding a disproportionately delicate small goblet in his thick hands, and said: "I am the general leader of the Dawn Guard Alliance, Ronstadt."
There was some unhappiness in his voice. Not only Aranza, but also other people in other positions could hear it. However, on such an occasion, except for Caton and other guys who did not have much banquet experience, their faces briefly appeared.
Apart from being surprised, other people's faces were still filled with smiles.
Aranza accepted Lundstedt's words with the same smile, and then turned the cup to meet the others who seemed to be impatient. In fact, both he and Lundstedt were patiently waiting for the end of the process.
It's just that Aranza's social skills are obviously much better than Lundstedt's.
Finally, after clinking glasses with the last person, the main dishes of the banquet were brought out by the female mercenaries who temporarily dressed as maids. Their skin was a healthy wheat color, and against the slightly revealing clothes, they were exclusively for women.
The mercenary's slightly firm and well-proportioned body curves are also outlined, which can be regarded as a special scenery. At least except for Ronstadt, Aranza and his followers, and the experienced mercenary guild representatives, the other
Everyone was watching intently at this time, and Katon almost blew a whistle. Fortunately, his brain was not slow and he quickly stopped his behavior.
The food at this banquet didn't have much to offer, it was all made of monster meat. Aranza could guess the reason for this.
Sure enough, when the dinner plate was brought to Aranza, Longstead beside him explained: "Sir Jonas, due to the problem of the food supply line, we can only entertain you with the monster meat brought by these soldiers.
, please forgive me."
"Well, these are more to my liking."
Aranza smiled and nodded, but he couldn't wait to tear off a piece of steaming monster meat and bite it in one bite. The rumble on his shoulders instantly lost all sleep, and he threw himself on the dining table and took big bites regardless of the image.
It was sitting there, as if Aranza, the owner, had never fed it anything. This cannot be blamed on Aranza for being rude, nor was it because Longlong was abused by Aranza. It was just that he had stayed in the Silent Realm for too long, and there were only
The jerky World of Warcraft jerky satisfies hunger and is really hard to swallow. This is the first time Aranza has eaten fresh meat since returning to the Continent of Thorns.
However, the two figures sitting next to Aranza remained motionless.
"You two don't have to be polite."
When they were seated, the two silent figures under the cloak broke the thought of others greeting them. But at this moment, Longstader suddenly leaned down slightly and turned to look at the two figures, as if to urge him.
Pan said.
"Well, we just ate when we came here."
Aranza swallowed a piece of meat, took another sip of sweet sake, and then responded to Ronstadt, saying: "These two are my partners. They don't have much preference for food, as long as it can meet the needs of the body."
good."
Seeing what Aranza said, Longstader couldn't continue to ask for anything. His intention was naturally not that he was afraid that Aranza's two companions would not be full, but that he wanted to take advantage of their eating process to peek at their faces.
At this time, Ronstadt changed the topic, his eyes circled around his wife and Aranza, then faced Aranza and asked: "By the way, how did you two know each other?"
He tried to sound normal but it betrayed him, proving that he cared about this matter.
Through these words, Aranza came to have a basic understanding of Ronstadt. He showed a slightly thoughtful expression, and then said: "Well, let Aryan speak. I just happened to pass by."
"It's Carol Ferrag's dog son, Butch Ferrag!"
Thinking of what she had experienced while hunting on that unnamed mountain range, Aryan's face instantly turned cold. For some reason, when she gritted her teeth and said the surname "Firag", or the name of the legion,
The heated atmosphere around him suddenly became quiet, and everyone was paying attention to Aryan's words.
Under her angry narration, the encounters on the mountains were carefully replayed, from the casual sacrifice of the two warriors, to the betrayal of the old archer, the appearance of Butch, and Aranza's aid.
Hands, Aryan, immersed in anger, did not cover up any details.
Aranza, on the other hand, sat quietly on the side, observing Lundstedt's facial expression, which went from gloomy at the beginning to pale and gloomy before the storm in the end.
"Bang!"
Ronstadt suddenly slapped the table hard, stood up suddenly with his strong body, and cursed sternly: "***! Ferrag Legion, I let them, do they think I'm afraid?!
"
Everyone present was startled by Longstader's change, but no one dared to take his words for a moment.
"Stuck and stopped!"
Ronstadt turned his head, his eyes were already blazing with anger, and his voice was a little higher: "Gather enough people from the Crimson Knights for me, I will let the Felag Army taste my wrath.
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"no problem!"
Upon hearing this, Katon immediately stood up and responded loudly, then hurriedly ran towards the door.
"Longstedt!"
At this time, an old man with white hair suddenly stood up and shouted at Longstader. Aranza turned to look at the old man who dared to break the atmosphere. He still remembered the identity of this man, who was stationed by the Mercenary Guild.
One of the representatives. His momentum at this time was no less than that of Longstader, and he said: "Do you know what you are doing?"
"I know very well!"
Ronstadt locked his eyes on the old man and said without any concession in his tone: "I am leading a knights group now, not a mercenary group! I want to go to war with these nobles, why not?!"
"You'll make us vulnerable from both sides!"
The old man's tone was equally firm. What he said was true. Although the Ferrag Legion often made small moves behind the scenes, it was currently the only legion that provided supplies to the Dawn Guard, even if those supplies were pitifully small.
If the Dawn Guard, or just the Crimson Knights under Ronstadt, establish a hostile relationship with the Ferrag Legion, they will not only face interrupted supplies, but also a sharp blade that suddenly appears behind them.
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It's not that Lundstedt didn't know this, but he had his principles.
"Bang!"
He smashed his hand on the dining table again, and the huge sound caused the body of the old man who contradicted him to tremble. Longstader's voice was relatively calm, but the missing part was filled with coldness. He said: "
Let me tell you, anyone can insult me or even spit in my face, but if they dare to hurt my woman, I will make them pay a hundred times the price!"