My name is Ren

Chapter 242 Ending (2)

"This is Venier, right?" The mission team that just crossed the border was a little tired. The head of the mission was an earl, a serious earl of the imperial capital.He looked only 35 or [-] years old, and he looked as if he had just passed through several restricted areas in this world and came to the province of Bell after going through untold hardships.

In fact, it only takes half a month to go all the way to the imperial capital from here, and if you go by water, it will only take about ten days.The reason why the earl showed such embarrassment was related to his pampered living habits.There was no milk to wash his face and feet along the way, and there was no maid to help him maintain his skin. He was so haggard not because of the difficulty of walking, but because he tortured himself.

Pals told him to rush to Vernier as quickly as possible, tossing him so hard that he almost never stopped along the way. How could a living nobleman of the imperial capital have suffered such a crime?At this time, he saw the city of Vernier, and he was so happy that he almost had a diarrhea collapse. He couldn't help pointing to the city of Vernier and asked, "I need a big bed, a maid, and milk!"

After cursing a few words hysterically, he got off his horse and quickly adjusted his makeup with the help of the accompanying servants. Almost the entire mission was doing the same.Aristocrats are very strange creatures. Face may be more important than life. Maintaining their decency and cleanliness at all times is the code of conduct for many nobles.They would rather be stabbed, but also use blood to tidy up their hair meticulously.

After a brief rest, the mission embarked on the trip again. After this brief rest, the entire mission took on a new look.If the team were all embarrassing refugees before the break, then now, they are finally nobles.There is almost no obvious dust on everyone's body, the flower collar is clean, and the stubble is also shaved.Her hair was shiny, her face was covered with some foundation, and even her shoes were wiped clean.They held their heads proudly, their eyes could hardly see the official road in front of them, if it wasn't for the excellent pedigree of the horses under them, maybe they would all ride into the ditch.

"Hold up our banners."

When it was less than ten miles away from Vernier, this cavalier team of nearly 200 people immediately set up 32 banners. The front one was a lion with a black background and a gold pattern. The banner was blown by the wind, and the lion seemed to be It is as if they are all alive, and they may jump down from the banner anytime and anywhere, and bite all disobedient people.This is the family crest of the Orlando family. The leader of this team is a member of the Orlando family. Thinking about it, it is also possible. After all, Queen Pars, as the biggest beneficiary of the mine, must not be at ease. Will let the guts of these nobles go.

If you don't look at them, they will definitely make trouble under her nose!
The second is a white background with red borders, two crossed axes and spears, and a banner with a flying dragon coiled horizontally.Standing behind this banner is one of the representative figures of the great aristocrats of the empire, the hereditary marquis of the empire Pylagos Uresa, this Pylagos is the contemporary patriarch of the Violet family, the unyielding soul of the empire, a well-known big shot.The Marquis of Pelagos is also the organizer and leader of one of the imperial aristocratic groups.In the empire, this Mr. Marquis has the power not weaker than that of Queen Pars, and even in some places, his words are far more effective than those of Queen Pars.

Many people are secretly calling Pelagos one of Orlando's cancers. Like him, there are two leaders of the noble group who have the honor of being hated by some people, but still want to smile.They are dangerous nobles, but they are also the staunchest supporters of the Orlando Empire.They stole part of the power belonging to Queen Pars, but they also fed back a stable society.Regardless of whether it is the aristocratic group or the golden aristocrats, in fact, it has long been impossible to accurately distinguish who is the friend and who is the enemy.

Further down, there are also the banners of the Imperial Research Institute, and some large and small aristocratic banners, but they are far less shocking than the first two banners.As the southernmost rural area in the easternmost part of the empire, it was obviously unprecedented for so many nobles to gather at one time.

Before the mission's team reached the city of Venier, there was a team of knights in the city to meet them.Headed by Venier's honor guard of knights, there are a total of 100 riders. They ride solid-colored war horses and wear exquisite armor and decorations. There are three miles.The ground has been simply swept, and about [-] meters from the city gate, the red carpet covers the ground, making the last stretch of the road extraordinarily noticeable.

The head of the mission, the earl from the imperial capital, Saiyan Orlando, the child of an uncle of Pals - she will not let those brothers and sisters stay in the imperial capital to commit crimes, and most of the people around her are separated from each other. layer relationship.In this way, the relationship between the two parties will not be forgotten because the relationship between the two parties is too close, and the relationship between the two parties will not be too unfamiliar to cause mutual loss of trust.Saiyan raised his hand and stretched out a finger to stroke along his hairline. The topaz the size of a pigeon egg on his index finger was dazzling and could be seen from a distance.After reconfirming that there was no undignified situation, he flicked the reins and slowly approached Venier's guard of honor.

At the front of the guard of honor, there are two pure white horses. The manes on the necks of these two horses are golden and the other is silver. I don’t know whether they are naturally born like this or artificially infected, but I have to say, it's really pretty.

The two riders came up to meet them, got off their horses about ten meters in front of Saiyan, and half-kneeled on the ground, "Dear Messenger, on behalf of Viglos, the ruler of Venir, we welcome you."

Saiyan nodded in satisfaction. Although it is a rural place, there is nothing lacking in etiquette.He raised his chin proudly, and squeezed out a slightly noble trill from his nasal cavity, "Hmm...", he casually glanced at the two of them, and asked, "What is happening in the city now is Viglos Are you in charge?" He noticed that the two said "Ruler Vigros" instead of the name he least wanted to hear, and he felt a little better.

However, this good mood didn't last long before it was ruined by these people, "Sorry, my lord, the current city manager is Vigros's stepfather, Lord Bolson."

Saiyan frowned, and looked back. There was a knight behind him who also looked blank and shook his head at a loss.No one expected that things would turn out like this in the end. Mirona's widow actually married Bolson, which completely failed their original plan.But at this time, it seems meaningless to talk about these things.Saiyan snorted twice, "Lead the way!"

One of the captains of the two honor guards held the reins for Sai Ya, and the other stood beside Sai Ya, holding his saddle.If the other party is a local nobleman or a nobleman who is not from the imperial capital, perhaps they will not use the guard of honor and a full set of etiquette, but the group of Saiyans are from the imperial capital after all, and they must not let these people see the jokes of Venier City.There was a vigorous music in the city, and curious people gathered on both sides of the streets in the city to watch, wanting to see if some of these noble masters from the imperial capital look different from the noble masters here.

The lively scene and superficial skills are done well, Saiyan can't help nodding his head slightly.He always said that he looked down on these country folks, but he was able to accept the face these country people gave so much, and he had a little bit of fun in it.

When the team of missions slowly stopped outside the lord's mansion, someone immediately moved a footstool so that these noble gentlemen could dismount gracefully from their horses, instead of turning over and dismounting like these country scumbags.Saiyan stepped on the footstool and landed on the ground, patted the slightly shifted clothes with both hands, tidied up his attire, and walked towards the gate of the Lord's Mansion.At first glance, he saw the woman Mirona and her son Vigros.

There was a young man in his thirties standing beside them. He was also wearing formal attire of an aristocrat, but there was no trace of aristocratic demeanor from him. This guy should be the cheap mud dog leg Borson, right?He raised his chin reservedly and walked over slowly, followed by more than a dozen nobles, big and small, who also came from the imperial capital. These people are all representatives of the interests of all parties in Bell Province, but they are all headed by Saiyan.

Mirola took Vigros' hand and greeted him, and then almost everyone came to greet him. They stopped at a place about three or four meters away from Saiyan, and saluted one after another.

Saiyan waved his hands indifferently, and his flat tone was full of arrogance, "There is no need to salute." But how dare the people present really not salute?Saiyan paid great attention to his appearance, did not show the slightest disrespect, and bowed slightly to return salutes to those who insisted on saluting him.

"We've already met, Mrs. Mirona." Saiyan looked at Bolson, "I'm afraid this is your husband, Mr. Bolson?" He used the word sir instead of your Excellency , After all, he still looks down on people like Bolson in his bones.It's not that he looks down on his means, but on his birth. The humble birth with mud in every pore is the reason Saiyan looks down on him.

As if aware of Saiyan's contempt, Bolson didn't get angry at all, and leaned back again, "Yes, I am Bolson, Your Excellency Earl Saiyan."

Saiyan nodded and gave a soft "oh", then turned to look at Viglos, and said pointedly: "Young man has grown up, you have to act like a man to protect your mother. You are a man ?"

Vigros broke away from Mirona's hand, tucked one hand around his waist, and bowed to salute, "Yes, sir, I am a man."

(End of this chapter)