Varyan gradually felt the pressure from the earl in front of him, who was like his good friend. He was ostensibly thinking about him, but he was setting traps for him everywhere.
If the Code family really found a new place to settle down south of Whitesea Island as Varian had fabricated, he would be in big trouble if word of this got back. And if Varian was really a naive person, a civil war might break out in the Code family.
How could the lords of the Baltic Islands watch a branch seize the throne? They are now second sons and bastards, but it is not the case as they have taken root here. The primogeniture system is the key to a smooth inheritance for their descendants.
If they had the strength to fight their way back to the main island of Zilaner or the western continent to seize the position of the main vein, leave the dangerous sea and the deserted island that had only been developed for more than 30 years, and inherit the rich and prosperous land, they might really condone others to break the rules first.
Varean was even more amazed that Tone Sudin was able to estimate the current strength of the Code family based on just a brief conversation and the gossip circulating on the continent.
When the Code family fled, there were indeed only three golden warriors left in the family. The two Blackwater Battles and the persecution of the Kingdom of Tiran caused the Blackwater Knights, once famous in the continent, to completely disappear in the long river of history.
If Queen Tudor had not shown mercy, they would not have had even these people left.
Now the three golden warriors and the remnants of the Code family have all followed his eldest son, his elder brother. He and his second brother only got some property and a not-so-bright old servant like Willy, and that's all.
"Tomorrow my brother, the current patriarch of the Code family, Kelun Code, will visit in person. I hope to facilitate a formal meeting between the two families then."
After an afternoon of haggling and pretense, Varek and his companions left the castle, leaving Tone Soutine to see them off.
Looking at the departing figure, Toné Soutine elegantly adjusted his collar and said with a deep gaze: "They have a problem."
"I have asked someone to keep an eye on them." The butler said with a bow.
"Don't draw their attention. This guy named Varean is not easy to deal with.
Also, call Knight Commander Keddo and have him assemble the guards. If that Kren Code really shows up tomorrow, we'll take him down in one fell swoop, and then we can take over that new Blackwater Island, which we don't know if it's real or fake!"
While Toné Soutine was getting ready, Frederick, who was staying in the hotel, pushed open the door of Varian's room and walked in.
"What are you going to do?"
Frederick asked Varian as soon as he came in. He was puzzled by the story Varian made up today.
"Aren't you the commander of this expedition? Why are you asking me?" Varian looked at Frederick with a mocking smile.
"How should I know? Before he left, he just gave me his broken sword and said, 'Baron Code will help you' and left. What do I know? Haven't you been performing all day?" Frederick was also a little angry.
"Then do you know why he gave you the Wind's Calling?"
"Do I need to ask you if I know?" Frederick said unhappily.
"It's for you to kill me."
Varian approached Frederick step by step, staring at Frederick's uneasy eyes and said self-deprecatingly: "Since when did a noble need a certificate of allegiance to integrate into a group of commoners? Even that noble illegitimate son of Wodek didn't need it!
He didn't tell you because he knew that if I did anything to offend Faox, you would kill me with that sword!
Maybe later you will feel guilty about the bond we shared through life and death, and then he will stand up and say:
Frederick, I gave you the sword, and the guilt in your heart is also mine.
Do you dare to say that our king, Xialan Augulus, is not such a person?
Always smiling, but looking at the world with the coldest heart..."
Frederick opened his mouth but didn't say anything for a long time. After a long silence, he asked, "What are you going to do?"
"Give him the token of allegiance he wants."
After a long time, there was silence again.
"Dong Dong Dong"
After a series of knocks on the door, Kanepal walked in. "Ahem, Kanemala sent a message via raven, saying he can mobilize two hundred civilians and asking when we should start."
"tomorrow."
Varean spoke with a firm tone, like a true commander.
…
Bohrawis, night.
In the center of the camp, night school started again, and this time Xia Lan was the lecturer again.
During the day, Arnold taught the children to read, and at night, Xia Lan took night classes because he had to lead people to reclaim wasteland during the day and had no time. After all, without cattle or other livestock, he could only let the strong extraordinary people act as livestock to pull the plow to turn the soil and cultivate the fields.
Bonfires lit up the open-air classroom, and now they had real blackboards, stained with ink from the Silver Stag, and chalk, cast from molds of found plaster.
In order to plant wheat quickly, Xia Lan has been reclaiming wasteland and farming most of the time, in addition to building the road to the mine. Now she has reclaimed almost 200 acres of land.
After planting all the wheat seeds stored by Kanepali and the seeds brought by Kamela, the land reclamation activities can almost be stopped.
Halfway through the class, a noise erupted outside the camp gate, drawing the attention of everyone in the class.
Could it be that Volor caught some prey that excited these guys who were almost vomiting from eating fish every day?
A path was cleared in the crowd, and a wild boar nearly two meters long was carried in. What Xia Lan was concerned about was not the size of the wild boar, but the fact that it was a magical beast.
"We hunted them not far from the camp. There are also traces of other magical beast activities, as if they came from the southeast." Fu Luoer stepped forward with a bloody steel spear in his hand, looking a little embarrassed.
"Stormland?"
Someone in the crowd spoke up and said that after several life-and-death crises, everyone was mentally strong and no longer panicked and at a loss. Instead, they looked at Xia Lan.
Xia Lan also squatted down and observed the wild boar monster and found that it was a second-level monster. No wonder it made Fuluoer so embarrassed.
"The Stormland is blocked by the Griffin Mountains, and the highest point is even covered with snow peaks. This low-level monster can't come from the mountains. It can only rush from the Griffin Valley through the Griffin Territory. Could something have happened in the Griffin Valley? Those Griffins have a strong sense of territory." Melvin said with a serious expression.
Although the group of griffins blocked their way to the Storm Land to collect potions, they also prevented the magical beasts in the Storm Land from heading north. Now they can cultivate the land smoothly thanks to the group of griffins. If anything happens to them, they and others will not have an easy time either.
"Could it be that the monsters in the Black Mountains to the north or the deep Dolon Mountains to the west and southwest want to come out and take a look?" Some people also expressed different opinions.
"I came back so late just to investigate where these monsters came from. Don't you think I know?" Fu Luoer was obviously a little angry and glared at the person who said this.
"Alright, strengthen the guards tonight. I'll send out ravens to check on the situation..."
Xia Lan made the final decision and had no interest in giving a lecture, so she asked everyone to leave.
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