It's not like Ryan has never tried to recruit Estelle before. The half-elf is always very arrogant, and he said that he must be a knight.
Ryan cannot give the position of knight errant casually. The half-elf's strength is not able to convince the public, and he has not made much contribution. Being knighted immediately will easily cause dissatisfaction among other knights, especially Estelle is still a ranged
, the knights of Britannia all believe that devout female believers should fight in close combat, charge into battle with lances, and kill enemies with swords, which is the best reward for ladies.
So when they couldn't reach an agreement, Ryan's recruitment of Estelle naturally fell through.
As a result, now Estelle and his half-elf companions came to ask for shelter, which made Ryan very interesting.
Why are you arrogant at first and respectful at the end?
"Can you please change the place to talk, my baron?" Estelle was a little embarrassed, and obviously he could see the doubts and jests in Ryan's eyes.
"Okay, let's go to the living room on the second floor to talk, Orica? Prepare some delicious food, don't let my friend be wronged." Ryan ordered the dark elf maid to prepare some drinks and food.
Five minutes later, in the living room on the second floor, the two half-elves Estelle and Dess sat down. Olica poured a glass of wine for each of them and served white bread and baked bacon: "Please
Use it slowly.”
"Thank you!" Estelle felt that he had a good relationship with Ryan. He forked the bacon with a silver fork and ate it with white bread. His friend Dais also followed suit.
It started to rain again outside the castle, and the rain hit the wooden windows, making a banging sound. The cold air blew into the living room, and the fireplace burned brightly. The castle felt like home under Ryan's serious management.
, the baron himself sat on the main seat, waiting for the half-elf's answer.
"The thing is like this, Ryan." After Estelle was silent for a while, she finally said with a wry smile: "You should also know that last winter, there was a war in the forest. The shadow evil beasts and the wood elves fought.
A brutal war?"
"Yes, I know." Ryan understood. He spread his hands to show that he fully understood.
"Des and I both participated in this war. We joined this war as lone rangers." Estelle became a little angry when he talked about this matter. He angrily turned around behind him.
He untied the bow and placed it on the ground, showing Ryan that he meant no harm.
Seeing this, Dais took off the compound bow behind him. This compound bow is full of the power of sparks. Under the influence of magic, it can shoot straight arrows, and it can also shoot spark explosions that penetrate tree trunks: "Hello
, Sir Ryan, I am Dais, a former ranger. I serve in the Woodland Council and the woodland lords of the wood elves. As you can see, Estelle and I are good friends who grew up together.
.”
"Well, I understand, what next? Since you serve the Woodland Council, why did you come to my territory to seek shelter?" Ryan raised his palm and motioned for Estelle and his friends to continue.
"As you know, Ryan, neither the wood elves nor the high elves have a good attitude towards us half-elves. They will always think of us when they need us, and treat us as outsiders when they don't.
, when we can serve the woodland lords, we are elves, and when we cannot create value, we are humans." Estelle sighed: "In this war, Dess and I fought desperately, and together we killed a beastman.
Called Shaman, originally according to the agreement between us and the Woodland Council, with such a trophy, the Woodland Council should have a place for us."
"The Woodland Council must have eaten back its promise." Ryan understood what those wood elves were thinking.
"That's exactly it." Ranger Dais also sighed. Due to the hood and hood, Ryan couldn't see his expression: "Ever since I worked for the Woodland Council as a ranger, I have been doing the hardest work.
Do the dirtiest and most tiring work for
In order to assassinate a beastman leader, I can stay in a tree for three days. I will kill all the dryads that the elves can't bear to kill. But after I have made so many contributions, they can't even get a standard one.
I'm not even treated like a ranger."
"So after the Woodland Council broke its promise, Dais and I had a big fight with the elders of the Woodland Council." Estelle added: "It seems that we killed the beastman's screaming shaman for the sake of it.
The King and Queen of the Forest did not punish us, but we could not stay in the forest any longer, so I thought of you."
"It turns out I'm still a spare," Ryan complained.
"If nothing else, I am a peak elite ranger, and I am very close to the legend, just a little bit closer. Dais is an intermediate ranger of the legend. His bow and arrow can shoot a range of up to 300 meters.
Meters, I'm a little worse, I shot at 240 meters
Wearing plate armor is no problem, you just need to arrange accommodation for us and give us better treatment than sergeants." Estelle said in a low voice in front of Ryan for the first time: "We...don't have it for the time being.
The place has gone."
"Don't you have any savings?" Surprisingly, Ryan did not agree. On the contrary, the Baron continued to ask questions.
These half-elves are too arrogant and take themselves too seriously. Do they really think they are irreplaceable? Ryan will attack them today.
"This..." Estelle did not expect that things would develop like this. He hesitated for a while, his face turned red and white, and then he lowered his head and told the truth: "We rarely use currency in the forest.
It's all bartering, so I don't have much savings. I still have a batch of goods on hand, or
Maybe we can sell it for some money, but... neither Dais nor I want to live a life of wandering and horseback anymore. We have had enough of that kind of life, so please, Ryan, my friend, just take us in.
, It really doesn’t work... We can also share a house, and we can get a sergeant’s salary.”
"Yes, Lord Lane, please, there are many people in the forest who don't like us, but if you take us in, even the most demanding woodland lord will not say anything." Dais also pleaded.
The postures of the two half-elves were low enough. Seeing this, Ryan finally nodded: "Okay, from today on you will be my sergeants. I will arrange a new two-story house for you to live in. Esther
I am responsible for helping me train the crossbowmen of the Zeon Archer Company, teaching them how to load ammunition, aim and pull the trigger. Mr. Dais, please work harder and help me detect the Bergerac thieves in Chalon Forest.
The movement of the regiment.”
"yes!"
From today on, the two half-elves have settled in the Baron of Jean. As Ryan expected, the wood elves didn't say anything after knowing about this. On the contrary, the woodland lords Belodis and Delina also brought some food.
Condolences to the two half-elves: "Sir Ryan, I'm sorry to trouble you, but you also understand that their position in the forest is very awkward and difficult to deal with."
"Is this how Eisley treats his heroes?" Ryan said unceremoniously.
"Sir Ryan, Eislay is not what you think." Delina tried to explain to Ryan: "Eslay is divided into twelve territories in total, and not all the local tree elves in the territories welcome the elves to work together.
Not all territories are willing to trade with humans. In fact, even though the elves have settled in Athel Loren for thousands of years, many of the native tree elves in the forest still do not welcome us. The woodland lords are very hostile to half-elves.
The attitudes are also different. Some people think that half-elves are our people, while others think that half-elves are a vicious creature and a curse that should be destroyed."
This is normal. Ryan has to admit that what Delina said makes sense. Just like in Britannia, there are great nobles like the Duke of Montfort who hate all living things except humans. There are also great nobles like himself who are willing to hire dwarves.
Wood elves can also have various opinions within themselves. Whether they are willing to accept half-elves is their own freedom, and it is also the freedom of wood elves.
"I see."
…………
Time has entered December, and sure enough, the king has taken action.
In the master room, five people, Ryan, Sulia, Katzenberg, Veronica, and Theresa, were sitting. They were discussing the information they had just obtained, and Olica was standing behind Ryan.
Ryan sat on the main seat, and the female knight sat on his right side very naturally. Today, Sulia was wearing a pure white pearl split high-neck ribbed dress, which showed her noble, elegant and charming temperament.
Her long golden curly hair hangs down from her shoulders, her long legs are covered by the skirt, and only a pair of white strappy high heels and pink insteps wrapped in gray stockings can be seen.
The female knight sat next to Ryan like this, and then said directly in a consultative tone: "The king's order has been passed on by the messenger on the way to Jean, and it will arrive in the afternoon."
Both Veronica and Katzenberg looked at Sulia with awe and respect. In fact, there were many gossips indicating that it was a certainty that Sulia would become Ryan's wife.
Of course, Katzenberg absolutely supports Marquise Sulia. This butler is from Wynford College. He has a strong Wynford color. Of course he is willing to see his young lady marry Ryan.
And for Veronica, the witch knows very well that based on her own background and Ryan's identity, it is absolutely impossible to become Ryan's wife, so the witch also respects Sulia very much, because in
During the interaction, Marquise Surya's generous, gentle, and non-jealous attitude left a deep impression on Veronica. The witch could ensure that she could continue to have a living space by Ryan's side.
So Ryan was very distressed to find that everyone from his subordinate knights to his housekeeper and tax collector, and even Veronica, seemed to have been conquered by the female knight and acquiesced in the relationship between the two. Only Theresa
Before she could figure out the situation, she had tried to sit next to Ryan before, but found that the female knight had beaten her to it. She is still looking at Sulia with annoyed and unwilling eyes.
Perhaps she is the only one in Baron Jean who still hasn't figured out what's going on.
"Ryan, even a father has to consider the consequences of refusing the king's order, but you must not go to the desert. The last expedition to the desert seemed to have disappeared from the world. No one has seen them again. Also, you and
The trade of wood elves and the dwarf blacksmith workshop you build all rely on your personal charm and prestige.
It has been established that the king has no power to let you give it up. This time, your father, Lord Bohemond and Lord Bodrick will be on your side!" The female knight brought this news, and she was a little uneasy:
"Despite this, the consequences of disobeying the king's order will still be severe, so you must be mentally prepared."
"It doesn't matter, I have a way to deal with it." Ryan said calmly. It seemed that the baron was not in a hurry at all.
"Ryan, what will you do?" Sulia then asked. The female knight was very concerned about Ryan, and she even sounded a little anxious: "It's true that you are the lady's chosen champion, but there is nothing wrong with the king's order...
…”
"This problem is not difficult at all, Sulia. When the king's envoy comes in the afternoon, you will accompany me to meet him. Then you will know what I will do." Ryan nodded confidently and ended the topic.
.
In the afternoon, the messenger from the kingdom came, and the baron took all his subordinates to receive the king's order in the hall of the castle.
Ryan, the messenger who came to announce the king's order, knew him. He was the father of the late Marquis of Anchy during the Chivalry War, Count Gaunt, Bonois-Desmond.
The king's envoy raised his chin, puffed hot air from his nostrils, and said impatiently: "Baron Jean, Lion Macado? Please come out and accept the king's appointment!"
Ryan said nothing. He lowered his head, walked to Bonova, knelt down on one knee, and expressed his listening.
"Now order Baron Jean and Lion Malcador to immediately stop trading activities with the wood elves, immediately stop the operation of the dwarf blacksmith workshop, expel these dwarf refugees from the country, immediately stop the operation of the hospital, and have the king's envoy take over the operation immediately.
Exerting the power of the baron, we immediately set off for the capital and await the next step!"
"There is another important order. The king plans to form an expeditionary force in the Nicohara Desert. It is scheduled to set off on the fifth day of next month. Ryan Macado will become the general of the expeditionary force. Please prepare for it.
Set off immediately!"
Two consecutive king's orders were issued, one more urgent than the other, and the king ordered Ryan to leave immediately.
After reading two volumes of the king's order, Count Bonois looked at Ryan with hatred. To this day, he still feels that his son's death was caused by Ryan, so he deliberately prolonged his voice, and then shouted angrily: "Lian! Still!"
Don’t take the king’s orders!”
"I will not accept the king's order, my Earl." Ryan did not accept the two rolls of parchment at all. The baron reached out and opened the two rolls of parchment and let them fall to the ground.
The atmosphere in the castle hall was stagnant. Both Ryan's subordinates and the female knight Sulia who came to watch looked at Ryan's actions in disbelief.
"What are you doing?!" Bonoy pointed at Ryan's nose, and he roared at the Baron in disbelief: "Do you know what you are doing? What you are doing is tantamount to rebellion! Even if you are the ladies' champion, you can't
Do you want to rebel if you do this?"
"Now, immediately, pick up the king's order for me, and then beg me, and I can pretend that this didn't happen." Bonois sneered a few times: "If you don't want to be declared a traitor, hurry up, my baron, you
Time is running out.”
Ryan also laughed. Instead, he stood up: "I won't do it because someone disagrees."
"Someone disagrees? Who? Who disagrees?" Bonova sneered again and again. The king's envoy and Baron Jean confronted each other tit for tat: "This is Britannia, who can oppose the king?"
At this time, a cold female voice came from behind the castle hall, and a beautiful figure with endless divine majesty slowly walked out from inside.