Warlords: Rise From the Land of Doom

Bernard thinks?

Of course, Bernard is fine. This thing is true, and he also wants to take it seriously and slap Rakoff in the face.

Immediately, Bernard happily took the king and a group of earls to the Tulip Family's camp.

...

And when the king and a group of counts came towards the tulip camp.

Narant is enjoying lunch in his camp.

"Sir, Lord Andrew is outside the camp and said he is looking for you!" Narant was sitting at the dining table eating the fragrant two-color fire snake barbecue, and the guards on duty came to the table to report.

"Well, please come in quickly. In the future, my father will not need to report when he comes, just invite him in directly!"

Because Narant has strictly formulated military regulations, and now he has penetrated into the Northern Principality, any personnel entering or leaving the camp need to ask and report, especially those outside the Storm Territory.

The guards naturally enforced it strictly, so even Andrew came to report at this moment.

"Yes, my lord!"

After a while, Andrew was invited in by the guards.

However, what surprised Narant was that in addition to his father, there were a large group of vassal nobles and their descendants.

"Father!" Narant stood up immediately, and then looked at the nobles curiously.

"Sir Narrant!"

"Sir Narant!" Before Narant could ask, a group of minor nobles took the lead to salute Narant.

Andrew then quickly said with a cheerful smile: "Little Narant, these are our vassals of Tulip Collar."

"He's Baron O'Byrne. You should have met Narant at Miss Stella's birthday last time. These are Baron Corey, Baron Biru, Baron Andy... They came this time. , all to thank you for treating their subordinates in the morning."

, Andrew quickly introduced to Narant, and also said the reason why everyone came.

Narant understood in an instant, and then greeted each other with a smile: "Your Excellencies, in fact, don't be polite, we are all vassals of Tulip, and we should help each other."

"Little Narant, you really have a bright future!" The baron named O'Brien couldn't help laughing when he heard it.

He was the baron who happened to tell Andrew about the matter after Naland and Aldin had a fight in the square last time. He was Andrew's old friend, and Naland was familiar.

O'Bien paused and continued: "However, although both belong to the vassal of Tulip, Narant, you are absolutely generous in what you are doing today, helping us to treat our subordinates for free!"

"Narant, we are out on the expedition. We have nothing valuable to thank you. We can only thank you with some ordinary items. Don't dislike it!"

Having said that, the Baron O'Byrne waved his hand to the rear, and immediately his personal servant brought two lambs.

"This is what I brought from the territory to eat on the road, Narant, please accept it! When you have time, roast it, it is definitely a fragrant roast lamb!"

"This..." Narant hesitated, and sure enough, even these middle-aged nobles knew how to enjoy it.

"Little Narant, since Sir O'Brien sent it, you can accept it. You don't have to be polite to them!" Andrew said with a smile. Now Narant is getting more and more promising. The happiest thing is that he is an old man. father.

"Yes, father!" Narant nodded.

"Ser Narrant, I have two lambs here too!"

"Ser Narrant, I have five hares!"

"Sir Narrant, I have three hens..."

Next, a group of nobles sent their thoughts one after another, and in an instant, Narant's camp turned into a safari park.

Before Narant refused, Baron O'Brien said again: "By the way, Sir Narant, my eldest son was ignorant a few days ago. Under other influences, I said some bad things about you. I am very special now. Bring him here and apologize to you!"

With that said, O'Brien kicked the young heir beside him on the ass, "Don't you come forward and apologize to Sir Narrant? Look at Sir Narrant's mind, and then look at what you did the other day. matter!"

In fact, their own heirs usually speak ill of Nalande in private, or make fun of Nalande, and the small nobles also know it.

It's just that they are usually only among the juniors, and they are too lazy to intervene.

But now it can't be done. This morning, Narant helped each family at least rescue several subordinates, which made them have to express something.

Especially the days of the autumn expedition are still long!

Three or two can be cured in one morning!

After more than a month, there are still dozens of people who have to be treated?

Usually, their casualties are basically around 20 or 30 people, and these are all recruited young men and professional guards.

In this way, if the loss can be reduced, it will also reduce the loss a lot for their little baron.

"Yes... I'm sorry... Na... Sir Narant!"

boom!

"Be quick, how could I, O'Brien, give birth to such a useless heir as you!" Hearing the intermittent apology, O'Brien was annoyed and kicked his ass again.

This is not a show, but angry that the heir is not as good as the second son of Narant.

He used to show off the excellence of his heirs in front of Andrew, but now, every time he drinks, Andrew has to mention Narant's name.

This made O'Brien feel like he didn't even drink.

"I'm sorry, Sir Narrant!"

When the other baron saw this, he immediately pushed his heir.

"I'm sorry, Sir Narrant!"

"Haha! Well, it's fine, it's not a big deal!" Narant nodded, in fact he didn't care how these young people looked at him.

Moreover, the most important reason for him to rescue the subordinates of a group of families is to let a group of girls practice their hands during this low-intensity river filling period.

Secondly, the second is to brush goodwill, plus let the nobles see the importance of treating the wounded.

Although he is incapable of saving all mankind.

But the bravery of the rangers in the valley touched him a lot, so he also hoped that the little nobles would see the benefits of treating the wounded under them.

In this way, these heroic deaths can also reduce losses and give them a chance to return alive.

"Sir, the Count and His Majesty are outside the camp, saying they want to see you!" At this moment, the guard came to report again.

"Huh? The king and a group of counts?" Narant was taken aback, "Then please come in quickly, forget it, I'll go in person!"

After all, he was his immediate boss and the king of the Onyx Principality, so Narant didn't dare to neglect him.

Immediately, he headed straight out of the camp.

And Andrew and a group of small nobles reflected, and they also followed to watch the fun.

In the past, the Count was already in the sky for them, and the King only existed from a distance.