"There was indeed such a thing, but there's no need for everyone to be too surprised. I was merely lucky!"
Seeing the astonished expressions on everyone's faces, Nalant maintained his usual low profile and waved his hand at them.
Yet his modesty left everyone rather speechless.
Because the most deadly kind of showing off was the invisible kind.
It was not as if they had never dealt with Nalant before, so they knew exactly what his past achievements were.
Especially since most of these nobles had once played the role of Nalant's enemies.
Take Princess Isabella, for example.
Nalant's so-called luck was charging through the rear of their Northern Principality's army as though no one was there, conquering more than ten castles in a row.
Afterward, he had even swaggered about while posing as a noble of the Northern Principality, brazenly performing all manner of 'miraculous' deeds in their army camp.
"Baron Nalant, you are far too humble. We have seen the armies of the Sacred Continent as well. Defeating an army of a hundred thousand men already makes you an extraordinarily mighty figure!"
Isabella spoke to Nalant.
Her words carried praise, yet they also seemed to contain a faint trace of resentment.
As though she felt slightly aggrieved that Nalant was being so modest while treating them like children to be humored.
"Baron Nalant is mighty!"
The other nobles, however, bore no resentment and immediately offered their congratulations.
At a time like this, the more formidable Nalant was, the greater the help he could offer them, and the more likely they were to recover their wealth.
"Haha, enough. Everyone, my steward should have prepared the luncheon by now. Let us enjoy lunch first and discuss matters while we eat!"
With that, Nalant led everyone toward the castle hall.
Nalant's