Chapter 58: The Struggle for the Quota (Part 2)

“I object!”

With these words, a young man walked to the center of the hall—this was a young man of about twenty years old, dressed in a suit of ink-blue formal wear, which was obviously much better than that of the other guests, and his handsome face and upright posture won him quite a few points.

Especially when he walked out of the crowd and came to the open space, he attracted everyone’s attention in an instant, and some ladies even had a gleam in their eyes; however, this young man turned a blind eye to it, he just bowed slightly to Miss Baron, and then turned his gaze to the Baron.

“Carl, why do you object?”

The Baron asked with a frown.

In fact, the Baron was already suppressing his anger; after all, the young man before him was one of the few he could tolerate and considered worth cultivating.

If it were a clown like Weibor, the Baron would have slapped him long ago.

“I think the qualification for the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ should not be given to an outsider!”

Obviously, the young man Carl Tier did not notice the Baron’s suppressed anger at all, and he spoke bluntly.

Hearing such words, the surrounding guests nodded one after another; after all, as people with the surname ‘Tier’, they were naturally xenophobic.

It was not just the Tier Family, any noble family was like this.

If it were usual times, the Baron would have agreed, but today was different; after all, what the Baron wanted to do was a ‘return gift’, a ‘return gift’ for his dignity and honor.

He knew very well that once he accepted the gift openly but failed to produce a corresponding gift in the end, once such a thing spread to Vauban County, he would be subjected to ridicule.

And the idea given by his Aide was undoubtedly a move that killed two birds with one stone—it did not require actual payment at this moment, and it could save face, and even greatly improve the Baron’s dignity as the host. Such a thing was simply the best for Baron Tier, whose finances were tight.

Therefore, after hearing such words of objection, his face could not help but darken, and he began to secretly regret that his selection of the guest list was not careful enough—undoubtedly, in the Baron’s view, such a person who did not know the big picture should not have come to attend his banquet at all.

In the hall, besides the Baron feeling unhappy, Miss Baron was the same—

“This guy is causing trouble again!”

Miss Baron said angrily.

“What? Isn’t this the first time?”

Dean, who knew some things already, asked knowingly.

“Of course, just because I agreed to go hunting with him once, he thinks he has obtained my ‘ownership’, and he never forgets to show his existence in front of me and others!”

Miss Baron’s brows were already tightly knit together.

“Do you hate him?”

Dean asked.

“Hate? Not very much, after all, he is much stronger than those guys who look strong on the outside but are weak on the inside, but… I cannot accept his way of doing things!”

Miss Baron thought for a moment and said with some deliberation.

Obviously, just as Miss Baron said, she did not hate the other party, but she could not say she liked him either; at most, he was just a friend she could play with.

However, obviously, this friend was now creating embarrassment for her—regarding her father’s thoughts, Miss Baron was still very clear.

Of course, there was also her family’s finances.

In fact, half of the finances in the Baron’s Mansion were managed by Miss Baron.

As for the Baron himself?

Given the Baron’s personality, if he managed the finances, he would probably have gone bankrupt long ago.

“Do you need my help?”

Dean asked with a smile.

“Help??”

Miss Baron looked at the young man in front of her in confusion, with a look of surprise; compared to the grace and elegance of before, a heroic feeling now appeared on the other party, and although he was just standing there, it made people feel as if they saw a general commanding countless soldiers to charge.

“Please leave it to me!”

Dean bowed politely, then turned around and walked towards the hall.

The next moment, Dean and Carl Tier stood side by side.

And almost at this moment, the guests in the hall suddenly discovered that this guest invited by their Lord was equally young and handsome, and he possessed a heroic aura that Carl Tier did not have, and the steadiness on his face immediately outshone Carl Tier, who was standing beside him with an anxious face, arguing with the Baron.

It was just like the difference between a fledgling and an eagle.

Comparison was always the most terrible!

These words were not wrong at all, just like now—

People were surprised that they had not noticed Dean’s ‘excellence’ before, and the Baron, who had long discovered Dean’s excellence, nodded in satisfaction again.

The former was naturally blinded by preconceived notions.

The latter was also obscured by preconceived notions.

Although Dean was proficient in disguise, such disguise came through layers of foreshadowing—in fact, starting from before meeting the Baron, the invitation, the gift, the ‘merits’ after meeting, and the display of identity were all like this; and precisely because of this, Dean was able to obtain a different perception from Baron Tier.

If Dean had done nothing, Baron Tier would have considered it, but he definitely would not have been so hesitant in the face of his own people’s ‘requests’ as he was now.

Of course, if he were a true master of disguise, none of this would be needed; just a single look would have been enough to make Baron Tier ‘worship him as a heavenly being’!

However, Dean did not think he could reach that level.

Therefore, he chose the usual method, and judging from the current situation, this usual method was still quite good—

“Dean Ken Knight, do you have something to say?”

The Baron asked in a gentle tone.

“This gentleman…”

Dean looked at the young man beside him.

“Carl Tier!”

Carl Tier introduced himself.

“This Excellency Carl Tier thinks that I am not qualified for the ‘Knight’s Baptism’ because I do not have the surname ‘Tier’, but there is no rule in the Emerald Kingdom that one must be a relative of the Lord to obtain the qualification for ‘Knight’s Baptism’, right?”

Dean asked with a smile, looking at Carl Tier beside him.

“No! But as the Regiment Commander of the Ferrchelen Knight Order, you must already have the strength of a Knight, so the qualification for ‘Knight’s Baptism’ should naturally be given to others who need it more!”

Facing the facts, even if he did not want to admit it, Carl Tier had to nod; but, obviously, he did not want to give up.

Moreover, compared to the unreasonable pestering of Weibor Tier, this Carl Tier was undoubtedly smarter; looking at the guests nodding repeatedly, one could see that this young man’s words were very popular—he proposed that a Knight Order must be led by a real Knight, and a real Knight did not need ‘Knight’s Baptism’.

Simply put, if Dean admitted that he was a real Knight, he would inevitably have to give up the qualification for ‘Knight’s Baptism’.

And if Dean did not admit that he was a real Knight, then the leadership of the Knight Order would obviously be questioned, as for the qualification for ‘Knight’s Baptism’?

What qualification did a person who was widely questioned have to obtain the qualification for ‘Knight’s Baptism’.

Therefore, the other party only left one path for Dean.

Admit that he had the ‘qualification of a Knight’, and then give up the ‘Knight’s Baptism’.

Of course, this was not the end; Dean could be certain that once he admitted he had the ‘qualification of a Knight’, the other party would definitely initiate a challenge to make him ‘reveal his true colors’!

This was not a guess!

Looking at the provocation and fighting intent in the other party’s eyes, Dean was very certain.

However, Dean, who had made preparations before coming, obviously would not be scared away by the other party’s methods—whether it was the choice given by the other party or the other party’s challenge.

He was even a little fortunate.

After all, the opponent he originally assumed was the Baron’s Guard Captain: Allenor.

For this, he had to pretend to be injured, wanting to delay the battle for a while to give himself enough opportunity to increase his strength.

However, since the opponent was not Allenor, the Guard Captain who had the strength of a real Knight, then, obviously, it was not needed; of course, just to cover up the previous words, Dean would absolutely not reveal that his right hand was moving freely, not to mention that defeating an enemy with his left hand was obviously more convincing.

After all, in everyone’s thinking, the right hand was the dominant hand.

Especially when he was making wild claims—

“I do possess the qualification of a Knight, but I have not undergone the ‘Knight’s Baptism’!”

Dean said in a loud voice.

What?!

The surrounding guests were stunned, and even the Baron, the Baron’s Advisor, and the Guard Captain were stunned—possessing the strength of a Knight without undergoing the ‘Knight’s Baptism’, was this, was this a genius?

The Baron, the Baron’s Advisor, and the Guard Captain subconsciously showed suspicion on their faces.

As for Carl Tier?

This young man was already sneering repeatedly.