The Noble Lords' Gratitude

What did Bernard think?

Of course Bernard had no problem with it. The matter was true to begin with, and he also wanted to make it undeniable and slap Rakoff in the face.

Bernard then readily led the king and the assembled counts toward the Tulip Family's camp.

While the king and the counts were making their way toward the Tulip camp, Nalant was enjoying lunch in his own camp.

"My lord, Lord Andrew is outside the camp. He says he wishes to see you!" Nalant was seated at the table, eating fragrant two-colored fire snake roast, when a sentry came over to report.

"Mm, bring him in at once. In the future, there's no need to report when my father comes—just bring him straight in!"

Because Nalant had strictly established military regulations, and they had now ventured deep into the Northern Principality, anyone entering or leaving the camp had to be questioned and reported, especially those from outside Storm Territory.

The guards naturally enforced this strictly, which was why even Andrew's arrival had been reported.

"Yes, my lord!"

A moment later, Andrew was escorted in by the guards.

What surprised Nalant, however, was that besides his old man, there was also a large group of vassal nobles and their children.

"Father!" Nalant immediately rose to his feet, then looked curiously at the gathered nobles.

"Sir Nalant!"

"Sir Nalant!" Before Nalant could ask anything, the lesser nobles were the first to bow to him.

Andrew swiftly explained with a cheerful smile, "Little Nalant, these are all vassals of our Tulip Territory."

"This is Baron Aubein. You should have met him at Miss Stella's birthday celebration last time. These are Baron Cory, Baron Bilu, Baron Andy... They came this time to thank you for treating their subordinates this morning."

Andrew