The Modran Family's Goodwill

"Why did House Modran invite me to a banquet?" After seeing off House Modran's steward, this question lingered in Ismir's mind. After all, he had never had any dealings with House Modran.

Of course, if Lance had been beside him, he would have laughed at his lack of knowledge. Among nobles, pioneering was also a matter of mutual favors. So-called friendship was nothing more than goodwill shown at the beginning. Clearly, House Modran intended to offer Ismir some support.

Most bridges between nobles were built this way. Old noble houses and rising nobles alike extended hands of goodwill to young pioneering nobles, because pioneering represented the birth of a De Facto Noble! The friendship and favor of a De Facto Noble were difficult to measure in terms of value!

Thus, the moment Ismir chose to pioneer, his status became equivalent to that of a De Facto Noble—as long as he survived! That was why Roland had said Ismir needed to take responsibility for his ambition! The leap from an honorary baron to a hereditary De Facto Noble was no small one!

At the same time, Roland knew that this seemingly honest young newly appointed baron under his command was no simple man. But the system had judged Ismir to be loyal to him, so Roland had no need to spell things out. Everyone had a few little secrets, didn't they, Baron Ismir?

"Welcome!" After settling his attendants, Ismir came alone to Giant Port's Town Hall. The Modran family, who had yet to receive a fief, was currently based here. The moment he arrived, he encountered House Modran's steward, who had come to welcome him.

"Where is your lord?" Ismir asked.

"Hahaha! Greetings, esteemed pioneering Baron Ismir!" Yu Modran appeared before Ismir in an elegant formal suit.

"..." Ismir's pupils