As a viscount's residence, Sanlac Castle is not a big one. Snorri, led by the young knight, quickly arrived at the door of the living room.
"Elder Longbeard, um, may I ask your surname? Here we are!" The young man opened the door and wanted to inform Snorri, but suddenly realized that the two of them had not exchanged names.
"My name is Snorri Thorson. According to the standards of our sons of the mountains, I am still young!" Snorri said, he was modest. In his opinion, his name should not have spread so much.
Far.
Looking at the dull eyes of the young knight in front of him, Snorri pushed the door open and entered without waiting for him to say any polite words such as "I've admired you for a long time, I've admired you for a long time!"
He saw Knight Fati and a middle-aged man with a bandage on his shoulder sitting together and chatting. The middle-aged man looked about the same age as Fati.
Bald.
"This is Viscount Ackermann, my old friend! This is Master Snorri, my current employer!" Knight Fatis introduced the two of them.
Viscount Ackermann stood up to show his gratitude to Snorri, the savior. Seeing his face twitching slightly as he touched the wound, Snorri quickly signaled that he didn't need to be polite.
"Thank you both for your timely support! Otherwise, my subjects and I would have suffered!" Viscount Ackermann waved his intact left hand.
"Try it, dear elder, this is the best wine in our Principality of Palaon, no worse than the Duke's special offer from Carcassonne!" Viscount Ackermann picked up a bottle of red wine on the table and said,
Pour a cup into the goblet in front of everyone.
Snorri heard from the bearded dwarves around him about the Duke's Special Offering. This wine is considered to be the best quality wine in Bretonnia because it only produces twelve bottles a year.
Two of the bottles will be sent as tribute to the King of Knights, and the remaining ten bottles will be sold for a full one hundred gold coins each. Selling this kind of wine can also be regarded as a considerable source of income for the Duke of Carcassonne.
When Snorri first heard the news, he secretly cursed in his heart. Since famous wines such as "Lafite 1982" and "Romanee-Conti" appeared a lot in previous film and television works, he learned a little bit about the relevant knowledge.
Judging from the knowledge he learned, even if it is rare, the annual output of twelve bottles is an exaggeration. This should be the result of a deliberate limit. According to this, the Duke who set this rule must be very business-minded. p>
Of course, there are many tasters throughout the Old World - including dwarves and humans - who have doubted whether this wine is worthy of such praise. Due to the low alcohol content and weak alcohol content of the wine, it is not very popular in the Mountain Kingdom. Snorri took a sip, and he began to try to recall this drink that he did not often drink in his previous life. The sweet taste was very different from the beer he had been drinking since time travel.
"What brings you two to my mountain city with such a large group of troops?" After clinking glasses, Viscount Ackermann asked the topic he was most concerned about.
"That's right, I'm going to rescue my compatriots who live in Karak-Azgraz, which you call Fort Fearless, and then I will go to Breeze Castle further west." Snorri said simply. p>
"Well, that's right. These straw-like dwarf ghosts that can't be killed all appear in a large area. They must be invaded over there too!" Viscount Ackermann shouted with anger. Snorri felt that he had a bad temper when he was young.
It must be very violent.
"If I hadn't eaten a dwarf shaman's little waaagh spell when I was dealing with those disgusting trolls, and then couldn't dodge and was hit with a stick, I would have definitely gone with you to rescue your compatriots."
Viscount Ackermann hammered the table with his left hand.
"Father, maybe I can go! Knightly virtue tells me that I should behave bravely and with a sense of honor! It is duty-bound to repay this elder for his help!" The young knight shouted behind Viscount Ackermann. p>
"Good boy!" Knight Fatis praised. "I haven't seen Maldini grow up so much in these years. When we met on the battlefield just now, I didn't dare to recognize him. He looked like you when he was riding a Pegasus.
Such style!"
Only then did Snorri know that the Pegasus knight just now was the son of the viscount in front of him, which made him very excited. All he wanted was an aerial scout riding a Pegasus. As for whether he was young or old, Snorri didn't care. "Hahaha, when I saw that the battle situation was unfavorable, I asked him to ride out on Pegasus to ask for help. According to my original intention, I expected this kid to escape if he could, but I didn't expect that he actually came back with a group of helpers!" Ackerman
The Viscount was very satisfied with his son's performance and appreciated the praise from his old friend.
"How could I leave my father, you and the people to escape alone?" Maldini shouted, "If I do such an act that is not in line with chivalry, how can I have the face to serve a lady?"
Hearing this, Ackerman and Fatis' faces froze, and Maldini also realized that he had said the wrong thing, "Uncle Fatis, I didn't mean to offend..."
"It doesn't matter. You should be responsible for the mistakes you have made! If the lady is willing to forgive me, that is His mercy. If not, I will die to atone for my sins!" Knight Fatis sighed.
, the years of adventurous life have made him look away.
"Damn it, Brother Fatis, I tell you that you should go home and take a look. I really want your family to be extinct..." Ackerman took a sip of wine and advised.
"I laid down my lance, which had been the symbol of my duty; I left those whom I loved, and those who loved me; I gave up all but what was necessary for my trial; nothing
No difficulty will stop me! I will not ask for help; I will not stay in the same place for two nights; I will give my body, mind and soul to the woman I am looking for and to serve!" The voice of Knight Fatis rang out leisurely. He sat up straight and repeated his oath of expedition. His eyes seemed to be burning with the flame of faith. Seeing this, Viscount Ackerman could no longer persuade him.
"The eldest son of my family is following His Majesty Charon to the east to clear out the greenskins. When he comes back, he will have grown into an outstanding lord who can manage the territory well! By then I can also put down my lance and pursue the Holy Grail!"
Viscount Ackermann and Fatis had a drink.
"Although I have been busy managing the territory these years, my skills have not been lost! My flail matched the impact of Yabo falling from the sky. Hey, the troll attacked me without even a chance to regenerate!" p>
Viscount Ackermann seemed a bit like a dwarf in character. After drinking some wine, he started to dance and talk. Snorri guessed that it was for this reason that he came to be a lord in such a remote place.
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