Looking at the group of parents and lords, George secretly felt some amusement. According to his understanding from Mishan's side, the guys over here who usually have more or less grudges don't have such a good relationship.
"My lord, when I came last time, there were 15 lords, but today only 7 seem to have come..." Yoneyama bent down and said next to the lord's ear, "It's only been a few months..."
When Yoneyama said these words, his heart was still very complicated. As a survivor struggling together in the end times, he hopes to have less competitors. He also hoped that there would be more people to fight against the Mist.
Seeing that only seven people came today, Mi Shan, who was still somewhat excited, could not help but feel a depression in his heart.
After a pause, Mishan saw the lord did not speak, continued to speak: "Not all here have hereditary titles, many are knights. The one sitting in the first place is the 'Garvey' baron I mentioned, his territory is closest to the west, there is some communication with the western lords, and is also our representative person to talk with the west. Ores and other resources basically flow from his hands. He has the most knights under him, twelve in total, plus more than five hundred soldiers. Today he brought only eight knights, but many of these knights are not from Banke... Now there are not many old people left."
Hearing here, George nodded.
For this man, he knew. His full name was 'Garvey. Baron Emmer'. This family has a long history, the side river town ruled by, in the whole black pearl valley, is also the play in the light place.
Each side river lord, although they are barons, but is extremely good at running the territory of the people. And in the very beginning, the ancestor of this family was just a herdsman.
And in a few centuries, the town of Border River has become a huge area with tens of thousands of people. If wealth accumulates for a while longer, a city will also rise there.
The concept of tens of thousands of people is the population of a thousand households, those tall and short houses piled together, is not smaller than the city more. The Black Pearl Valley itself is a scattered population, so the Lord of the Border River is naturally very bright.
So even the Lord Viscount, usually also to his vassal courtesy of three points.
If his territory can survive until now, it is indeed very possible. But this side only a dozen knights left, but let George feel some sorrow.
This is many times different from his memory.
George felt saddened, and so did Mishan.
As knights under the Viscount's rule, although they are not loyal to a lord, but are known to each other. And the Viscount directly under those knights, more are the same robe comrades.
But now with the fall of the Viscount's territory, these old people are only a few left, and in the struggle of the last days, they are no longer like each other before, and even between some people, has produced some feud...
Thinking of this, Mi Shan looked to the diagonal opposite, sitting there Alf face is not too good, is quietly survey George their body of the divine emblem emblem, after feeling this gaze, he slightly averted his gaze.
"I'm late!" A rude voice sounded in the doorway, and George slowly turned his head to see none other than a belated lord, who was very stout-looking and two meters tall! And at his side, there were five tall and powerful knights, each of them tall and strong, with a tough face.
These men's robes and cloaks were covered with a lot of blood, and the plate armor on the chest of the leader was torn, which looked very frightening. But that guy seemed to care nothing about it.
It seems that on the way here, he should have encountered a monster.
"Son of a bitch! Baron Babur, what took you so long to get here!" "Hell! I thought you were dead!" "You didn't get bitten, did you, idiot?" "Looks like it's just us eight... Well, nine of us." "Hey..."
"Carol, shut the fuck up, I won't die if you die!" Babur said grumpily, he wiped the sweat and blood from his face, his eyes fluttered slightly at those 'new' white-robed knights, no longer cursing angrily with those men, and after grunting twice at those men, he led the knights to sit near Baron Garvey and crossed paths with him.
"My lord, before those two guys, there has been a period of time very deadlocked..." Mishan also felt that the atmosphere was a bit off.
'Damn, what a miscalculation. I should have known I wouldn't have brought so many people.' ' Joe Sledgehammer's face was breezy, like a great cleric in the Holy Church. However, in his heart, he was MMP.
How could he have not expected that the current lords had withered to this extent. Previously, when he heard Martin say that he usually brought a few knights with two teams of soldiers, he was afraid that he brought less people - after all, he only had two knights (Alexander and Mishan) and a team of retinue.
But after seeing the attire of these people, he realized that many knights, too, were just a set of lockets.
And according to this standard, the squires are indeed counted as knights, and the decorations on the squires, but also a little too much tawdry...
If the newborn forces are strong, they will be able to usher in a fairer deal, and even let people come to pull. But if it is too strong, I'm afraid it will only lead to the exact opposite result.
And the lords are many, as long as they put aside their mutual feelings, simply do not have to put 20 or 30 knights too into the eyes.
'Riding the tiger' these four words suddenly flashed in the mind of this vain and incomparable great lord, and then, George slightly thought for a short moment, the face of the gods of the air, became more and more dense.
Sure enough, after Babur was seated, the voices of the lords talking gradually got louder and the party was considered to have officially started. And Baron Garvey, after the opening, led the topic to George's body face.
"Thanks to the mercy of the seven gods, the light of blessing has finally fallen on our Black Pearl Valley. The divine ambassador has finally come here from the 'Helmick' Grand Throne Hall in Winged Wind City." Gavi said here, his eyes turned and looked at the 'Grand Magus' with a smile on his face and said, "Lord 'Vic Wyatt', forgive me for not remembering your identity before. -Lord Duke Adeline is received my go to letter?"
Speaking of which, the burning eyes of the crowd looked over in unison, and the forty pairs of eyes could not help but make George's throat stuck inside the main mouth of phlegm.
'Lord Vic Wyatt who the fuck is that?
George lost his words for a moment, the eyes of certain lords gradually became unkind, wanting to hear if there was any 'misunderstanding' - these people once had the honor of 'Helmick' seat in the hall of the clergy.
Perhaps at first may be just with those noble lords, had so hasty a look, but those special signs, although complex, but is in order. So impressed.
But the things on these guys, they are not recognizable. Moreover, the painting of things, but also a little too much ...
Although the painting also looks very much in line with the rules of the ecclesiastical divine crest, but Helmick Cathedral is one of the best in the North Domain. In this north domain, how can there be any people, than the clergy and knights there, wearing higher specifications?
Facing these gazes, George cleared his throat slightly, and after nodding slightly to Garvey, he said, "Sorry, Baron Garvey, it seems that there is some misunderstanding between us. I am not a divine envoy of the 'Helmick' Great Cathedral, nor do I know His Excellency 'Vic Wyatt'."
After the words landed, the hall was filled with astonished voices, and this frank 'confession' also made the crowd's eyes become strange, and Baron Garvey also slightly narrowed his eyes, wanting to hear how much 'misunderstanding' there really is.
George suddenly got up in the midst of all the talk, and slowly crossed the step.
The hall was silent, and the puzzled eyes gathered around once again. George scanned the side of those who looked at the eyes, opened his mouth and said: "Because I just came from the 'St. Verloc Cathedral'. Verlake Cathedral' came to this place not long ago, assigned by the oracle, I did not officially visit Ariadne with my Knights of the Holy Church. After all, the situation here is a bit more urgent. And Ariadne's abandonment of those refugees also made me feel cold."
With a clatter, the quiet hall was suddenly broken by the sound of falling, some people grew mouth for a moment surprisingly lost speech.
George met Garvey's dumbfounded gaze with a slight nod.
"Saint, Saint?" "Huh??" "Sorry, I didn't catch that earlier..." "Gavi, you want the Holy See to go to the letter?" "He said it was an oracle, didn't you hear?"
"Your Excellency, you have not been asked your name?" Someone asked.
"George . William. Austin." George gave his answer quietly.
"Austin?" An older lord could not help but sit up straighter after hearing this, this man had been sizing up George's face since he entered: "Gilt. What is Austen to you?"
George's gaze turned and landed on the lord's family crest. Recognized the middle-aged man.
"None other than my father. Sir Charley Dean, the Black Pearl Vale is my hometown." George replied calmly, "Perhaps that is also why the God of Asylum guided me to return here."
There was an uproar in the hall, they couldn't believe what they were hearing, and the hall couldn't help but buzz again. And Charley Dean was wide-eyed. Dean was wide-eyed.
He had indeed heard the old drunk bragging about his son, with the great sanctuary. But those stories from the old drunk's mouth were a little too magical.
"Quiet, gentlemen." Garvey seemed to come back to his senses, and after he loudly suppressed the noise in the hall, he couldn't help but to look at the 'magus' in front of him once again.
"My lord, please forgive us for being a bit out of order just now, after all, it all sounds a bit too... Well, too..." Garvey frowned slightly, a little hesitant about how to express the meaning of his words.
"Fate is always so wonderful, Lord Garvey." George said calmly, seemingly unconcerned by all this expressed by these people around him.
However, after hearing his words, Garvey could not help but take a slight breath and sit up straight - the world is always so wonderful, and often sometimes the more unbelievable things are, the more they happen to be true.
He straightened his face and once again looked at the 'cleric' and the group of 'knights' at his side, the group of knights were standing like javelins, but were invisibly revealing a lazy taste. But the eyes are very special, everyone has a firm gaze, eyes like a hawk.
There are even a few people who have been burning eyes, as if the ascetic fanatics.
At this time, in Garvey's eyes, that lazy taste, has turned into an arrogant gesture. And those words from the cleric's mouth were becoming more and more convincing to him.
"My Lord." But he still couldn't help but finally ask out, "You just said that you came from the Great Hall?"
"That's right." George turned to everyone, head proudly raised, face sternly said: "Now I am in charge of this parish in the Black Pearl Valley."
After saying this a white light suddenly flashed in his hand, and in the midst of the holy sound far away, an angel appeared. Immediately afterwards, Babur suddenly felt a slight heat in his chest, in the eyes of the people turned to heal as before!
This voice and the holy light is like a thunderbolt, the hall that was just noisy suddenly silent.
--Responsible for this parish?
These words kept echoing in the minds of the people, and for a moment they were unable to react.
Mishan wrung his thick waist fiercely, recalled what he had seen and heard before, and finally had an understanding.
He suddenly burst out, "Don't see the archbishop yet!"