From the Viscount's castle to the auditorium, it takes about ten minutes if you walk faster.
From time to time, children begging for food could be encountered on the muddy loess road. Reggie took out a few silver coins from his pocket and threw them to the children. These were the future flowers of Shattered Snow City. Reggie felt that it was necessary to establish a reputation in their hearts.
The glorious image of the lord.
But after the children accepted the silver coins, they continued to reach out to Reggie.
Reggie emptied his pockets and turned to the guard captain Erwin: "Do you have any money on you?"
Erwin shook his head and said: "I'm sorry, sir, I didn't bring my money bag with me, and it's useless to give them money. These children want to eat."
"Can't a silver coin be exchanged for a loaf of bread?"
"In normal times, one silver coin can buy twenty two-pound loaves, but this is war, my lord."
Reggie sighed and said to Erwin: "After this damn meeting is over, remember to remind me to get some food for these kids."
The auditorium is a two-story stone building. The guards downstairs were neatly performing military salutes like Reggie. As an engineer, he was once blocked by security guards because he forgot to bring his work permit. Only those who have experienced it can understand this.
With this gap, the feeling of being a lord is really not that satisfying.
An emergency meeting was held on the second floor. On the way upstairs, Erwin repeatedly reminded Reggie that Baron Beech hated Jarvan Gusta, the first knight in the army. They might have a quarrel. Don't speak for Jarvan, otherwise it would
was reprimanded by the baron.
It is really unreasonable that a viscount would be afraid of a baron, and a lord of a city would be reprimanded by a political officer.
"Also, Archmaester Bachelo Thornes is a loser. There is no need for you to support or oppose any of his words."
It was obvious that the young Viscount suffered a lot in front of this group of old people. Just as Erwin expected, they had just arrived in front of the hall door and had already heard the quarrel inside.
"I am a knight! It is impossible for me to give up the kingdom's territory, and it is impossible for me to surrender to the enemy."
"No one is asking you to surrender, Mr. Knight. I am fighting for the right to survive for the residents of Shattered Snow City."
"The right to survive must be fought for!"
"Not everyone is as good at fighting as you are."
After listening outside for a while, Reggie opened the door and walked in, while Erwin stood at the door politely.
"What are you doing?" Reggie turned around and asked, "Why don't you come in with me?"
Erwin said: "Sir Viscount, according to the regulations of the administrative officer, unrelated persons are not allowed to enter the meeting hall."
Reggie said: "You are not irrelevant, I invite you to participate in this meeting."
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't have the qualifications..."
"You do," Reggie said, "I have given you this qualification. This is an order. You are not allowed to take a step away from me."
To be honest, Reggie was very scared and letting Erwin enter the venue was just to embolden him.
He will face the most sophisticated politician in Suixue City. As a science and engineering professional, it is hard to imagine that he will take any advantage in front of the political officer.
Seeing Reggie walking into the hall, a man nearly two meters tall stood up first. His bright-colored jersey looked particularly dazzling against the backdrop of his tight muscles. What was even more rare was that he was very handsome.
, more handsome than Reggie. This combination of a handsome man and a handsome man will undoubtedly become the public enemy of men in the world.
There is no need to look for fragments of memory, it is obvious that he is the First Knight Jarvan Gusta.
"Lord." Jiawen saluted Reggie very respectfully. There was an old man beside him. He seemed to be over eighty years old. The layers of wrinkles made his face look like a stain.
Water filled toilet paper.
No need to ask, he is Bachelor Thorne
"Lord!" Bacello stood up with difficulty holding on to the table. He also wanted to salute, but Reggie immediately stopped him.
"Without courtesy, Grand Maester." He was really worried that the old bones would be scattered under the table.
There was another person who did not stand up. When he searched for memories related to him, Reggie shivered instinctively.
"Lord, you are finally here!" Baron Sarnoffbic touched the mustache on his lips and showed a slightly sarcastic smile.
Reggie was a little flustered. There was a certain aura about Sann that made Reggie lose the lord's confidence and sense of accomplishment for a moment.
"It seems I'm late." Reggie smiled awkwardly.
"Yes, you are late," Sarn said with a smile. "I think our lord must be thinking about how to end this terrible war, or maybe his guard captain forgot to tell him the exact meeting.
time."
Erwin's face instantly turned pale. He wanted to explain, but Sane held out a finger to signal him not to speak.
"Captain of the guard, do you want to admit your mistake to me? You don't have to do this. I don't have the power to punish you. If you have nothing else to do, please leave the hall."
Erwin walked towards the door without hesitation, he didn't even dare to look at Reggie.
Without Reggie's consent, Sarn drove away his guard captain. In his opinion, this cowardly and pedantic lord did not have the courage to raise objections to him.
Jiawen looked embarrassed, or he was embarrassed for Reggie.
The old Batchelor was whispering to the waiter behind him. The old man seemed not to have noticed what had just happened.
"Stop! Erwin!"
Hearing Reggie's voice, the guard captain who was about to walk to the door immediately stopped.
Jarvan and Batchelor's eyes were focused on Reggie at the same time. Thane remained calm, but Reggie noticed that his cheeks twitched.
He felt offended by Reggie.
Erwin was still standing at the door, sweat flowing down his hair and into his collar.
"You are my guard captain, remember, you can only obey my orders," Reggie said, "Now, come back to me."
Erwin's body trembled, not with fear, but with excitement.
He is not a coward, but no one gives him the confidence to stand up.
Ever since he became Reggie's guard captain, there were too many people who could yell at him, but Reggie never defended him, or even protected the most basic rights and dignity of the guard captain.
This was the first time that Reggie contradicted the political officer for Erwin.
You are my captain of the guard and you can only obey my orders.
These words caused the soldier's blood to flow back into Erwin's body.
Erwin turned around in a military-only way and walked back to Reggie using standard footwork.
Facing Reggie's "provocation", Sarn could no longer remain silent. He felt it was necessary to explain the rules of the meeting to the young lord again.
"Lord, unrelated persons are not allowed to enter the guild hall. I think you should know this very well."
"Of course I know." Reggie pinched his thigh and tried to stop his body from shaking. The pretentious behavior just now did not mean that he had overcome his fear, but he realized that if he didn't speak just now, he would be in front of Sann.
You will completely lose your right to speak.
But what should I do now? Argue with him like a shrew? I just want to take the guard captain with me, what can you do?
Arguing was obviously not a wise choice. Reggie quickly observed the situation in the conference hall. In addition to the four participants, there were also two waiters serving tea and water. In addition to these two waiters, there were also people standing in the corner of the conference hall.
With two people.
A woman in her twenties and a child of four or five years old. It seemed that they were a mother and son. Judging from the shabby clothes, they were not nobles.
Reggie pointed at the mother and son and asked, "Are they related to this meeting?"
"They have a close relationship with this meeting," Thane said. "I will explain it to you, Lord."
Reggie nodded and said: "My guard captain is also related to this meeting, and I will also explain it to you, Mr. Political Officer."
Mr. Administrative Officer?
Sarn frowned and looked at Reggie. He was very dissatisfied with this title. The young lord should call him Lord Advocate, or at least Baron.
It seems that Viscount Victor is a little different today.
Sann smiled slightly and made an inviting gesture towards the seat in the middle of the hall.
Reggie took a deep breath and sat down in his seat as calmly as possible.