The Warlike Knight III

After witnessing the lord's generosity in Valhalla, Xiao Peiluo no longer doubted who was the most capable person in Eluin. While everyone else marveled at Valhalla's splendor, he kept his eyes open. His mind had always been nimble, allowing him to notice that the Elf Maidens responsible for receiving them were all the finest archers among the Treants. He also noticed the magic armor worn by the White Lion Guard's noncommissioned officers as they came and went. Such power was absolutely beyond what a local noble from a small country like Eluin should possess. He thought that anyone who opposed this count was a genuine fool, especially those nobles in northern Eluin. They were all useless, disunited, and not worth mentioning.

This lord definitely had the ability to reshape this tiny kingdom according to his own wishes. It was obvious at a glance that he was a man of great ambition, and he would certainly have use for their group. But before he could speak, Aleya beside him cut in. The fellow pursed his lips, as though he had been holding these words in for so long that he would die if he did not say them immediately. "When a lord goes hunting, he can invite guests along if he doesn't mind. We just happen to be free, so we can help you hunt a bear or an elk in these woods."

"That damned reckless fool!" Xiao Peiluo wanted nothing more than to kick Aleya, but privately had to admit that the man's bluntness could sometimes be an effective tactic. "Though he has thoroughly disgraced the Cruzian people."

Brando chuckled inwardly and replied solemnly, "As a host, I would be embarrassed to entertain guests with a few stinking bones."

"My lord, according to Cruzian tradition, hunted prey doesn't all have