Wandering Mage

Lion Territory, Lionheart Castle.

"Tsk! Has king Roland lost his mind?" Duke Apophis Breo casually tossed aside the intelligence report in his hand. It detailed all sorts of recent events within the kingdom, such as Ismir becoming a newly appointed baron. But compared to that, the matter below it was far more challenging to Apophis Breo's mental capacity. Since when could barons go out and pioneer new lands? Given the kingdom's current size... could its barons possibly be compared to those of the imperial era? They were practically two different species!

Apophis Breo was even afraid that, in a few days, he would receive word that the newly appointed Baron Ismir had died in his own pioneer territory. Roland would be in trouble then. After all, the death of a newly elevated noble would draw considerable attention. If things went badly, the royal family's credibility might even suffer. Naturally, Apophis Breo saw the drawbacks.

"Perhaps the King has his own considerations?" Olaf rubbed his nose.

"What considerations could he possibly have? What can a newly appointed baron even do? How many militiamen does he have under him?" Apophis Breo sneered.

"We need to remind Roland. We can't let that fellow die so casually!" Apophis Breo frowned. As the descendant of an old noble house and a high-ranking noble himself, he naturally had to safeguard the interests of the high nobility. Fundamentally, dukes stood on the same side as kings and emperors.

"I'll do it!" Olaf nodded.

"How has the territory been lately?" Apophis Breo asked. He spent every day stationed on the western front of Junlin Fortress, supervising laborers as they reinforced the fortress, so he had little time for other matters. Olaf had naturally been pushed into serving as steward. Though Olaf was only half-competent, Apophis Breo had enough