Don't think that giving away cows, sheep and some vegetable seeds is not in line with the dignity of nobles. In this world, this is already considered a generous gift among small nobles.
Many times, even a few beautiful slaves given to each other are not as valuable as these large livestock.
"Thank you, Mr. Boris. Mr. Boris, you have had a bumpy journey. Let's enter the castle first and then talk!" Nalant looked at several cows and sheep. Such a heavy gift was unexpected.
Of course, I also secretly speculated in my heart that Boris might have a big appetite for coming this time.
"Then excuse me!" Boris saw the joy on Nalant's face, and he was also happy in his heart.
Although Nalant came to Storm Territory and made salt and brown sugar bread, after all, he was only the second son of a baron and his experience was still relatively shallow.
Then the request you want to make later will have a much higher chance of success.
At that moment, the two nobles, who had their own concerns, walked happily towards the castle on the red carpet.
While walking, Boris looked at the mottled city wall from time to time.
The gray-black wall tiles covered with moss and the dilapidated and unstable castle door were very consistent with the Land of Misfortune he had heard before.
This castle has been attacked four times and is called the Lord's Cemetery by some nobles. This title is indeed worthy of its name.
"Salute!"
However, just when Boris passed through the gate, a shout suddenly came from inside.
Clang Clang Clang!
Before Boris could react, a series of sounds of swords being unsheathed came from the front.
"This...!" Looking at the scene in front of him, Boris was a little surprised.
There were a total of ten guards facing each other in two rows, standing neatly on both sides of the red carpet.
The long swords of the ten guards had been unsheathed and pointed diagonally upward, forming a cross in front of the red carpet.
Not to mention, although I had never seen such a weird thing before, looking at the guards who were as motionless as a rock and not squinting, Boris actually had the illusion that these guards were more elite than the eight knights he had worked so hard to train.
This was not over yet. As Nalant continued to move forward side by side, the next moment, an even more surprising scene appeared for Boris.
Whenever two people were about to walk in front of a pair of guards, the two guards would retract their diagonally raised swords in unison, stick them in front of their faces, and clear the way in front of the red carpet.
Their movements are clean and neat, giving people an unprecedented sense of ritual.
"This..." Facing this unprecedented welcome ceremony, Boris actually felt a sense of pleasure. He couldn't help but curiously said, "Your Excellency Nalant, how did you train these guards? And this welcome ceremony..."
"Your Excellency Boris is just kidding. It's boring to stay in the territory, so I randomly arranged some military salutes for the guards. As for the training... I didn't do much training on this. I just asked them to stand in place for a while and then unify their movements!" Nalant replied humbly after hearing this.
"Is that so?" Boris rolled his eyes. He didn't believe it was so easy to train a team with such uniform movements.
Not to mention combat capability, at least their appearance is not inferior to his elite cavalry.
However, the method of training guards actually belongs to the privacy of each noble, so he didn't ask any more questions to avoid being rude.
Following Thomas's guidance, the two of them arrived directly at the castle hall.
Because there is no money for decoration and repair, Nalant Castle is naturally very simple now.
There were only a few old copper candlesticks and a few pieces of less valuable wooden carved wall hangings, barely keeping the hall from being so bare.
Fortunately, Boris knew the details of Nalant before he came, and he came with a purpose, so he didn't care about it.
"Boris Your Excellency, please sit down!"
Nalant brought Boris to an extended sofa and politely made a gesture of invitation to Boris.
"Thank you!" Boris nodded and continued naturally.
"Eh!" However, just after he sat down, he suddenly noticed something strange, and when he lowered his head, he was doubly surprised.
"Is this the fur of a Warcraft wolf?" Boris said in surprise. The appearance of a Warcraft fur cushion in this shabby hall was as surprising as the appearance of Three-Colored Chicken in the chicken coop.
"Haha, don't be surprised, Mr. Boris, Wind Blade Wolf happened to kill his head a few days ago, so he used it as a cushion!" Nalant said with a smile.
Because the hall was so shabby, the wooden sofa couldn't even afford a high-grade goose down spot.
Finally, after asking for instructions, Thomas cleaned Wind Blade Wolf's leather overnight, dried it and used it as a seat cushion. Unexpectedly, Boris discovered it immediately.
It has to be said that the insight of the veteran noble cannot be underestimated, at least in terms of enjoyment, it is incomparable to him.
"Beheaded Wind Blade Wolf?" Boris was a little surprised.
Nalant is the entry-level Bronze Knight. It can actually kill the Warcraft Wolf. This is so brave.
However, after thinking about it, this kind of thing happens occasionally in the aristocratic circle. As long as the lives of a few men are paid as the price, low-level monsters are still easy to deal with.
So, he immediately turned his attention to the issue after Wind Blade Wolf's death.
"Nalant Your Excellency, doesn't that mean there is a lot of Warcraft meat in your castle?"
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