Chapter 55: The Baron’s Banquet (Part 1)

In the end, Dean still appeared at Baron Tier’s banquet wearing that somewhat crumpled uniform of the Central Knight Order—walking into the Baron’s Mansion, which had been carefully arranged. As the main guest invited, Dean was naturally the protagonist of tonight’s banquet; so, when Dean jumped down from his warhorse, he was watched by gaze after gaze.

Undoubtedly, those present who were qualified to attend the Baron’s banquet all wanted to see what kind of person the Baron had invited.

However, very obviously, they were greatly disappointed—

“He looks okay, but what is with those clothes? A tattered military uniform?”

“I thought a Big Shot from the Capital of Emerald had come, but unexpectedly, it’s just a bumpkin!”

“A bumpkin would at least have one or two decent sets of clothes, but he… tsk tsk!”

…

Words containing sarcasm and mockery appeared endlessly from the moment Dean walked into this hall, just like a swarm of flies buzzing chaotically in your ears.

Among them, Dean saw an unusually active acquaintance: Weibor Tier.

Just by sweeping a glance over the other party’s appearance as he diligently shuttled through the crowd, Dean withdrew his gaze—what the other party was doing, one could figure it out even by thinking with their toes; there was no need to watch further.

However, while Dean ignored it, Huck, who was standing nearby, could not stand it anymore.

This inn owner, who had come with Dean and knew the whole story, furrowed his brows and wanted to rush up to stop that bottomless nonsense, but before he could move, he was grabbed by Dean—

“That guy is talking nonsense, we need to go and explain!”

Huck said somewhat furiously.

“You can only explain to those who want to listen to your explanation, and he… will only turn your explanation into another bout of unreasonable pestering, and ultimately trap you in his layers of linguistic traps—although I highly doubt his IQ and what kind of words he can make up, one thing is certain: he came prepared!”

Dean spoke unhurriedly.

Dean was all too clear about what Weibor Tier was planning—clearly, the other party had not given up; at this moment, he was seeking outside help, hoping to rely on these forces to recover his disadvantage; however, by doing this, the other party once again displayed his own shallowness.

Perhaps, this adopted son of Baron Tier’s distant relative would never understand that in the Tier Territory, only Baron Tier was in charge.

As for the others?

Baron Tier invited them not because they had much authority, but simply because they had the status of Baron Tier’s relatives.

Of course, there were also one or two who had good potential—

Dean watched Weibor in the distance speaking strenuously in front of several young people, and from time to time pointing towards him, and then, very quickly, the faces of those several young people began to reveal angry expressions.

Regarding this, Dean coldly laughed a few times in his heart.

In the Tier Territory, there were only four or five people who truly concerned him, and among them, two were taken care of by his own hands. Of the remaining few, Baron Tier and Advisor Ikes, Dean was very confident in winning them over.

As for the Baron’s Guard Captain?

Clearly, the other party obeyed Baron Tier’s every command.

Simply put, no matter how many people Weibor incited to become enemies with him, it was just a crowd of rabble.

Of course, if these young people were the children of those nobles from the Capital of Emerald, Dean would still have some vigilance, but in the Tier Territory… sorry, apart from Baron Tier’s daughter and son, did anyone else have the possibility of obtaining a title in the true sense? At most, they would just mix in a decent position by Baron Tier’s side.

However, Dean’s silence was clearly misunderstood by some people.

Weibor Tier looked at Dean standing there, isolated and helpless, and he was simply too happy in his heart, making the corners of his mouth curl up uncontrollably; but the angle of the curl was obviously a bit too large, pulling the scar on his cheek that had been severely slapped by Baron Tier, and suddenly, the pain made him grimace.

In the pain, this Mr. Weibor immediately thought of the scene that made him ashamed and furious, and almost involuntarily, he strode towards Dean—

“Barbarian, how do you really have a reason to come here?”

Weibor leaned close to Dean’s face and said in a low voice.

“Lord Baron’s invitation, what reason do I have not to come?”

Dean answered without any expression.

“Even if it is my brother’s invitation, you should be staying in your mud pit!” Weibor’s words carried a thick provocation, “Come on, the prestige you had this morning is still vivid in my mind, come again? Is your courage only in the Military Camp? Have you turned into a coward here?”

“If I were you, I would apply the powder a bit thicker, so as to save others from knowing that I received a loud slap!”

Dean curled his lips and began to counterattack—retreating was not cowardice, it was just not the time to deal with the other party yet, but since the other party kept rushing up endlessly to provoke him, Dean did not mind giving the other party a harsh blow that he would remember for a lifetime.

As for the palm print on his face?

Although Weibor had applied a thick layer of powder, that only fooled ordinary people; for Dean, it was clearly visible.

“Ahhh!!!”

With a strange shout, Weibor just rushed towards Dean like that. Looking at Weibor rushing towards him, Dean was stunned—of course, it was not because of fear, but simply surprise.

Although the definition of Weibor Tier was already quite clear.

However, Dean did not expect that the other party was truly so unbearable, unable to tolerate even a shred of humiliation; but then, Dean sneered again here, the other party had once lain low under the ruthless Tax Officer in Mold for nearly a year, and this was enough to show that the other party was not completely a straw bag.

It was just that such tolerance only appeared when the other party dealt with people he thought had higher status than himself, and when he met people with lower status, he would become completely intolerant, needing to wash away even a little bit of humiliation with the other party’s Blood—this was not the so-called bullying the weak and fearing the strong, but it also contained a trace of currying favor with the powerful.

Aren’t most nobles like this?

With the thought in his heart, Dean slightly turned his body to the side, dodging Weibor’s unskillful pounce, and then, slightly stuck out a leg.

Bang!

Crash…

Suddenly, Weibor fell onto the table behind Dean; not only did he knock over the table, but the dishes and plates on the table were also brought to the ground with him, smashing into pieces.

“Bastard, what are you doing?”

“Do you know what place this is?”

“Do you want to be expelled from the Tier Territory?”

…

Seeing Weibor fall to the ground, the surrounding guests first gloated a bit, and then, immediately turned the spearhead and started a burst of accusations against Dean, and it was the hysterical kind; as if only by doing so could they show how different they were.

Or… were they standing on the moral high ground?

Who knows?

However, it could be seen that these guests were far more excited than before, and some young people even rushed to the front, staring at Dean with bad expressions; if Dean had not been standing next to Huck, these young people would probably have swarmed up—courage, most of the time, always appears when there are many people.

“Stop!”

Just as the atmosphere in the hall became tense, a loud shout came—the Baron’s Guard Captain walked out, and behind him was Baron Tier, who had changed into a set of Formal Attire, and Ikes, who was still dressed as a scholar.

“What is going on?”

The Baron asked with a face as sinking as water—anyone who had their carefully prepared banquet ruined would not be in a good mood; however, when Baron Tier saw Dean not far away, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

Clearly, he was also dissatisfied with Dean’s attire.

If it was because he was short of money and could not dress decently, Baron Tier could forgive that, after all, he was often in such a state.

But, Dean had previously shown his wealth, indicating that he did not lack the capital to make himself decent.

Then, what did it mean to appear here in this state?

To humiliate him?

Such speculation made Baron Tier’s face look even worse.

“Brother, I beg you to expel this rude person, his attire like this is simply to humiliate you and the banquet you prepared!”

Weibor Tier climbed up from the ground dizzily, and immediately began his tearful complaint, and the guests on the side did not lack those who chimed in to support him—

“That’s right, Weibor originally wanted to stop him, but was pushed down by him all of a sudden!”

“Yes! Yes!”

“Not only was the table overturned, but many dishes and bowls were smashed, I just saw a silver cup get flattened!”

…

As more and more outrageous words were spoken, the Baron’s face became worse and worse, but someone beside him could not bear it before him—

“Shut up, you guys who only know how to gossip!”

Huck, the owner of the ‘Snow Bear’s Home’, shouted loudly.