Chapter 56: The Baron’s Banquet, Part 2

As the owner of ‘Snow Bear’s Home’, besides his personal martial prowess and temper being widely discussed, Huck’s loud voice was also well known to people.

Buzz, buzz!

Almost as soon as Huck shouted, the noisy sounds in the entire hall were suppressed, and a low echo appeared. Several guests close to Huck seemed unable to stand steady in the huge sound, as if they were about to fall at any moment.

“What is going on with Huck?”

The Baron Tier asked his loyal subordinate.

Although the other party had become a hotel owner, Baron Tier very clearly understood his loyalty and Strength, otherwise, he would not have let him handle the training tasks for some new recruits. After all, this was something only the Commander of the Tier Territory Knight Order Regiment could take on.

This showed Baron Tier’s trust in Huck.

At this moment was no exception. If anyone else dared to roar like this, Baron Tier would have long ordered his Guard Captain to throw them out.

“Your Excellency Dean Ken dirtied his uniform because he saved me, and because the banquet was about to start, he had no time to change, which is why it is like this!”

Huck bowed to the Baron and briefly explained the previous incident.

“Is that so?”

The Baron paused, then quickly looked at his Guard Captain. The latter immediately ran out of the hall and returned just two minutes later—in fact, those soldiers who reported were almost with Dean when they arrived at the Baron’s Mansion. However, due to the special situation of the day, they did not notify Baron Tier immediately.

“My Lord, everything is true, and…”

The Guard Captain answered affirmatively, then looked around with some hesitation.

“Speak, Allenor. I believe everyone present is trustworthy!”

The Baron waved his hand, indicating as such.

“Those attackers are the thieves we have been looking for!”

The Guard Captain answered truthfully.

“What?!”

The Baron was startled, but seeing his determined Guard Captain, he immediately knew this was a fact. Baron Tier, who harbored a hatred for bandits like they were his father’s killers, immediately shouted loudly, “Let’s go, I want to see these guys’ heads!”

After saying this, the Baron walked out first.

The guests followed closely behind.

Dean, who had remained silent all along, had already arrived at the small Square in front of the hall earlier. Seeing Baron Tier walk out, he signaled his subordinates to fully display those ‘merits’—

Rumble, rumble…

Immediately, dozens of heads rolled and filled the small Square in front of the Baron’s hall.

Seeing the heads on the ground, the Baron paused. Obviously, he had never imagined there would be so many heads, and the Advisor and the Guard Captain beside him were also stunned.

What about the other guests?

Although they were also born and raised in Tier Territory, obviously they were not used to bloodiness. When the heads rolled out of the bags, these guests, who had just been arrogant and haughty a moment ago, suddenly turned pale and kept backing away. Some were so frightened that they fell to the ground, including Mr. Weibor Tier, who had been crying out just before.

Even those young people who always considered themselves brave had dark expressions at this moment—they realized that standing in the Baron’s hall talking loudly and facing true Slaughter were completely different.

“My Lord Baron, this is the head of the murderer ‘Wild Bull’ Sibul, who killed the Ferrchelen Knight Order Regiment Commander!”

Ignoring the blood on the ground, Dean calmly picked up the most valuable head and handed it to Baron Tier. As Dean approached, some guests who had been holding back could no longer endure it, and they held their chests and vomited in low tones.

“Sibul ‘Wild Bull’? He is quite a powerful guy!”

The Baron exclaimed like this. Then, when he heard the low vomiting, he couldn’t help but glance displeased at the guests beside him, especially seeing those young people shrinking back, which made him so angry that he didn’t want to look at them at all—compared to the young Nobles in front of him, those guys were simply a disgrace.

“Are these guys all Sibul’s subordinates?”

Feeling that he might not have been cautious enough when inviting guests, the Baron’s tone became exceptionally gentle in front of Dean.

“No, these five heads belong to those Thieves, and this captive here—should be their leader!”

Dean waved his hand very honestly, then signaled his two Militia Captains to bring out the Thief who had regained consciousness but was tightly bound and gagged.

“Lamoz!!”

When he clearly saw the person’s face, the Baron shouted loudly, disregarding his dignity. The anger and killing intent on his face were clear for anyone to see.

“Sir Dean Ken, can I have this captive of yours? He is quite important to me!”

The Baron said to Dean with unprecedented seriousness.

“Of course!”

For Dean, who deeply knew that Lamoz was one of the masterminds behind the murder of Baron Tier’s uncle, it was natural not to pass up such an easy favor. He nodded to show his agreement.

“I am very thankful. I will give you what you deserve… Of course, as for you all, as a reward for eliminating bandits, I will give double!”

The Baron first gave Dean a promise, then turned his head to say to those Militia—it was obvious that this Baron’s financial tension was not without reason.

The Advisor who was about to remind this Baron was powerless and lowered his head.

However, a flash of gold appeared before his eyes.

It was not dazzling, but rather quite gentle, making one unable to resist looking at it.

This Advisor was no exception, but when he clearly saw what that flash of gold was, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes, took a step forward disregarding dignity, and said in a trembling voice, “Sir Dean Ken, may I see the Ring on your hand? Oh, no, no, I have no other meaning, please do not misunderstand. You just need to raise your left hand?”

Such a abrupt request made the Baron, who was happily chatting with Dean on the other side, frown.

But thinking of his Advisor and Aide’s personality, almost instinctively, this Baron also looked at Dean’s left hand which was gradually lifting.

“Knight’s Ring?!”

The Baron and his Aide uttered a low exclamation almost simultaneously. Only Huck and the Guard Captain, who stood closest, heard it. After being stunned for a moment, the two showed expressions of disbelief on their faces—having experienced ‘Knight’s Baptism’, of course they understood what this meant.

Gold Descendant!

A Descendant who followed that ‘Empress’.

Even though the era belonging to that ‘Empress’ had long ended, this did not mean that that glory had also passed. On the contrary, in the hearts of some traditionalists, that was the most brilliant time of the Emerald Kingdom. Even if it could no longer be distinguished as true or false, the Emerald Kingdom did not care about paying a price of a Viscount or a Baron title.

Simply put, people who possessed the [Knight’s Ring] not only gained honor but also the rights that came with it.

“Vallet Tier is honored to meet you!”

“Ikes is honored to meet you!”

Undoubtedly, Baron Tier was a traditionalist, and the Aide beside him was the same.

What about that Guard Captain?

At this moment, he performed a Knight’s Salute to Dean—this was a commonly used etiquette between people of the same level.

Dean had guessed that the [Knight’s Ring] would play a significant role—in the original history, the flashy fraud of two grave robbers had already demonstrated the charm of the [Knight’s Ring].

However, without personal experience, one could never feel such charm.

“Dean Ken is equally honored to meet you all!”

Facing results far beyond expectations, Dean continued to show his modesty.

And this modesty, seen by Baron Tier and his Aide at this moment, brought another feeling—indeed worthy of being a ‘Gold Descendant’!

“I have prepared fine Silver Rum, and hope to share it with you!”

The Baron unconsciously raised the level of the banquet wine again.

“This is naturally my honor, but, before that…”

Dean’s words had a pause, and then his gaze looked at those guests who were already dumbstruck by the matters in front of them.

Immediately, these guests lowered their heads subconsciously upon meeting Dean’s gaze, and even a few stubborn young people were no exception.

Obviously, they were worried about being picked on.

Baron Tier frowned first, but soon sighed—he had already prepared to expel these guests. Although doing so would make them lose all face, wasn’t this what they deserved?

But before the Baron could speak, Dean opened his mouth—

“But before that, I think it is better to hand the gifts for Miss Lily and Young Master Dart to them personally!”

Dean said this.

Lily Tier, Baron Tier’s eldest daughter.

Dart Tier, Baron Tier’s second son.

With these words, the Baron and the guests present were stunned for a moment. Then, a sincere smile appeared on the Baron’s face, while the guests felt lucky for their fortune and regretted their previous rudeness, of course, some were still resentful and wanted to see what gifts Dean would give?

Were they more valuable than theirs!