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It's not good to say such things in front of them.

The man called Lucid twitched his lips. He didn't expect that Ocot would tell the joke he made while drinking last night.

But he did not refute, because after being with Okot for so many years, he knew the other's temper deeply.

If we continue talking about this topic at this time, we might say something even more shocking.

The nobles present had different expressions.

The lesser nobles acted as if they hadn't heard anything and didn't dare to say anything. Only a few viscounts' sons dared to frown and look over.

Under normal circumstances, nobles would still maintain proper decency and respect among each other.

Especially in this kind of occasion, even if there is hatred, it will not be brought to the surface, and everyone can solve it privately.

Like Wilson Gray, at the banquet yesterday, although his words to Ron were full of disdain, they were not too rude and could only be regarded as a spice at the banquet.

But today he behaved very humbly. He didn't even look at Ron for a second, nor did he have any intention of going up to mock him.

Because he knew that he was not the protagonist of this banquet, and if he was not careful, he might get into trouble.

At this time, Howell Barron naturally did not indulge himself, because the owner of this earl's mansion was also from the North.

It can be said that the other party's words made Hilton Byrne and even the Grand Duke of the North laugh at him.

He stood up, straightened the collar of his suit, and spoke loudly:

"Lord Ocot, what you said is something that is well known. This is the difference caused by the topography and climate."

"Like you people in the West, the dry skin and dead bark, the black color and carbon from the fire, are all caused by the climate."

His words were a counterattack to the other party.

It's not too aggressive, but it's enough as a return gift.

"That's better than a fellow like you who looks like a woman. Don't let me catch you on the battlefield, or I'll treat your fellow like your father treated your mother in bed."

Andre Ocott had a very hot temper. He didn't even know who the person in front of him was and immediately retorted.

He seemed like a rude and uncouth man, without any aristocratic manners.

Faced with this humiliation, Howell Barron frowned and fought back on the spot;

"Sure enough, just as the rumors say, people in the western region like to eat raw meat, prefer boys, and have no taboos about incest. They are completely a group of beasts that have not evolved yet."

He knew that the person in front of him was Kaituo's biggest enemy.

It is also an enemy that must be faced in the future. Whether we fight back now or not, the result will be the same.

So he let go of himself too.

"You northern pig, I'm going to kill you!"

Perhaps because he was touched on a sore spot, Andre Ocott rushed forward like a mad dog and tore the man in front of him to pieces without caring about the occasion.

Of course, his anger was not without reason, because he was the product of incest between his father and his aunt.

But outsiders don’t know this...

"Ocot, calm down. Don't be impulsive. This is the Earl's Mansion."

The nobles of the Western Group were not all reckless men. Under the suppression of several people, Andre Ocot stopped.

"I understand. Let me go."

After hearing the words "Earl's Mansion", Andre Ocott calmed down a little and looked at his companions;

"Lucid, do you know who he is?"

He panted and returned to his seat, still feeling restless.

"He is the second son of the Howell family that I mentioned to you, Howell Barron."

Both sides were well prepared for this pioneering war and had each other's information.

Howell Barron recognized the other person at a glance.

Andre Ocott couldn't remember so much, but he has remembered it now.

This farce made everyone understand that the rumors about the western region were true, and that the western nobles had no gentlemanly manners and were just a group of ruffians.

Andre Ocot, who dared to make trouble in the Earl's Palace, was the first to bear the brunt of the attack.

This is everyone's impression of him.

There was only one person at the scene who held an opposing attitude. When he looked at Andre Ocot, the earl's son's eyes changed.

Ron remembered that in the original story, the final winner of this pioneering war was Andre Ocot.

And this person has never been a reckless man, all his actions are intentional.

Among all the people present, he is the biggest conspirator.

Through this incident, Andre Ocott reinforced everyone's impression of his recklessness.

In subsequent battles, he made countless reckless moves, causing the Western Army to retreat step by step and suffer more than a dozen small defeats.

In the end, he was beaten by the central aristocratic group and fled into the Thousand Mile Swamp.

Under normal circumstances, they would be cautious when pursuing, but after victory after victory, the Central Alliance was overwhelmed by the impending victory.

Everyone believed that Andre Ocott was not smart enough to carry out an ambush, so they prepared to wipe out the Western Group in one fell swoop.

But unexpectedly, the swamp became their graveyard.

A person who deliberately creates a dozen small failures to create the final success.

How could he be a reckless man?

On the contrary, this person's cunning is terrifyingly deep!

Sometimes it's like this, others will only let you see what they want you to see.

Chapter 37 Ron chose the swamp. Wilson chose the necessary path.

Such a big mess has already occurred before the development has even started.

Naturally, this matter also reached Hilton Byrne's ears.

He did not show his dissatisfaction, but just smiled and commented;

"This Okot is really just like his father, both are straightforward people."

When the guards and maids around him heard this, they all felt that Count Bourne had a very good temper.

Even if someone acted wildly in the mansion, he would not get angry.

"Okay, it's about time. It's time to preside over the pioneering ceremony."

Hilton Byrne spoke in a calm tone, but his eyes flashed with brilliance for a moment, as if he had a tiger in his heart, waiting for the opportunity.

Soon, he arrived at the main hall.

As soon as he went out, the nobles present all stood up, bowed, and performed the noble salute;

"The Earl of Bourne."

Everyone placed their hands on their chests and bowed their heads respectfully.

After seeing all the nobles present bow their heads, Hilton Byrne nodded in satisfaction;

"Gentlemen, please take a seat. Don't be too reserved. Just treat it as if you are at home."

He was wearing a white suit embroidered with gold edges. He had three-dimensional features, a tall figure, and fingers as slender as a girl's. He spoke in a gentle tone and looked very humble.

His every move and gesture exuded a strong aristocratic air.

"Thank you, Lord Bourne."

The nobles present then sat down one after another. The entire hall was very quiet, without the previous noise anymore.

Even Andre Ocott sat there quietly, not daring to make any other moves.

No matter how ferocious a dog is, it will bow its head when it sees a tiger.

Hilton Byrne, the second son of the Grand Duke of the North, is that tiger. Although he looks gentle and easy-going, it does not mean that he will not show his fangs.

When its fangs are exposed, no one present can bear it.

"Well, let me first explain the rules of this pioneering war."

Hilton Byrne sat in the center seat and spoke in a calm tone;

"First of all, this pioneering war will last for eight months, starting in September. From September 10th, you can fight for territory and conquer."

"The scope of the territory is based on the area controlled after the development war. There are no restrictions in this development war, which means that anyone can take over 10,000 square kilometers of the Far North."

When he said this, Hilton Byrne paused and looked at Andre Ocott with a smile;

"If I remember correctly, the Andre family's territory reached an astonishing 4,000 square kilometers, making it the earl with the largest territory in the entire Sainttis Kingdom."

"Everyone, I believe that some of you may be able to break this miracle, or create a greater miracle."

"Then, gentlemen, please choose your initial settlement area."

Just like the previous development rules of the Kingdom of Sainttis, once the development area has been selected, no other area within a 20-kilometer radius can be selected.

Hilton Byrne's words inspired many people and shocked everyone.

Of course, the excitement only lasted for a short while, and I was immediately awakened by the cruel reality.

Hilton Byrne did not mention the order of priority, but the nobles present knew it well.

After the two earl's sons and the two major aristocratic groups have chosen, it will be everyone's turn.

Otherwise, if you choose to live near them, you will probably be the first to be stabbed.

"Emt Plains, I want it."

While everyone was still waiting, a rough voice violently poured into everyone's ears.

Andre Ocot, who was over 1.9 meters tall, stood up and nailed the family emblem representing the Andre family on the Emt Plain.

Then he scanned the people present, and finally stopped at Howell Barron;

"I, Andre Ocott, want the most fertile land in the entire Far North."