Confer

Stay away from Viscount Melson," whispered Angelina as they walked to a less crowded place.

"Ouch!" Locke was caught off guard and was kicked in the calf. Angelina was wearing court boots with very high and sharp heels, so it hurt quite a bit.

"Why?" Locke asked with a grimace. He wanted to bend down and rub the part that was kicked, but it was inconvenient for him to do so in public and he was following behind Angelina.

"Viscount Melson doesn't have a good style," said Angelina casually. Angelina said casually. As a princess, she wouldn't have much to do with these low-ranking nobles. However, as a princess, she had to know about all the nobles in the royal capital. This was a compulsory course for members of the royal family.

"Oh!" Locke muttered. Perhaps it was because the two of them were too close in the Bering Mountains, but he didn't feel any awe towards Angelina.

It was all an act for him to follow behind Angelina humbly.

Angelina also knew that he was probably doing this to deal with her. She gritted her teeth and whispered to him, "Be careful when you meet my brother later. Don't give yourself away. "

No one would believe that nothing had happened between Angelina and Locke after spending more than a month alone in the Bering Mountains, a place that was rarely visited by humans.

The corruption among the nobles was even more serious than this, so Kenzir was afraid that something had happened to his sister. Female members of the royal family had a red chastity mark on their arms. When the prince saw Angelina, he noticed that her chastity mark was still there, which meant that the princess didn't seem to have suffered any losses. He was ready to reward the soldier who saved his sister.

Of course, Locke knew what Angelina meant by 'giving herself away'. He hurriedly put some distance between them and bowed a little. Apart from loyalty and honesty, there was no other emotion on his face.

Angelina turned around and saw Locke's expression. She couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle. Locke's behavior was quite amusing.

"My brother admires upright and brave soldiers," added Angelina after thinking for a while.

When Locke heard 'upright and brave', he thought for a moment and straightened his back. After pondering for a moment, he straightened his bent waist. Apart from being honest, there was also a hint of determination on his face.

Locke now looked like a hot-blooded soldier who was loyal to his country.

Angelina was also stunned by Locke's appearance at this time. He wasn't handsome, but he wasn't ugly either. Coupled with his muscles that weren't strong but were still solid, he could be considered one of the most handsome men in Cardoj's camp. However, his short gray hair and the stubble at the corner of his mouth made him look like a commoner.

Angelina had seen her fair share of handsome nobles and burly men in the army with her brother, but this time, she was shocked by the ordinary-looking Locke.

Fortunately, Angelina didn't show anything in public. She quickly retracted her gaze and led the way for him.

At this time, Kenzir was discussing something with Marmen. Marmen was the jarl of Falcon, which was not far from the capital of Shalor. Now that the prince's sister had returned safely, he couldn't wait to take down Audis and end this war between the two countries that had lasted for nearly five years.

Originally, the prince planned to attack the city with the three major corps. Hundreds of thousands of Faustian troops would be able to take down the Shalorian royal family, who was still struggling in Audis at this time. But now, although Gale was temporarily managed by Margrave Shia, Kenzir did not intend to send Gale out.

In the eyes of the Shalorians, Gale was now synonymous with slaughter and bloodshed.

The massacre in Eilis had spread throughout Shalor, and the uprisings everywhere had become more intense. All Shalorians were filled with deep hatred for the Faustian army.

After all, Shalor was like Faustian, a small country with a population of only two million. Gale's massacre had killed 80,000 ordinary Shalorian civilians.

The prince was so anxious to destroy the Shalorian regime that he had no intention of speeding up the destruction of Shalor and turning it into Faustian's territory.

As long as Shalor became Faustian, the rebels would no longer be called rebels, but rebels or bandits.

Gale was still being led by Margrave Shia to suppress bandits in the northern province of Shalor. Perhaps because of the massacre, the uprising in the northern province of Shalor was the most motivated.

But interestingly, Gale happened to be the best at dealing with this kind of rebellion. No matter what kind of rebellion it was, the moment they heard the name of Gale, their legs would turn to jelly. After all, there were only a few tough guys and those who were truly loyal to Shalor. Most of them were just opportunists mixed in with slogans.

When Angelina brought him over, Kenzir had been discussing military affairs with Marmen. Angelina led him to a chair and sat down.

Locke didn't have any intention of eavesdropping here. Whether it was Kenzir or the more powerful Marmen, as long as he had any intention of eavesdropping, he would definitely be discovered by the two.

Locke sat upright and still, his eyes focused on his nose and his nose focused on his mouth.

Angelina was quite relaxed. She peeled a crystal grape on the table and ate it. Angelina looked very elegant when she ate. Even when she was eating barbecued meat with him in the forest, she also nibbled slowly. Locke felt that watching her eat was also a kind of enjoyment.

He didn't have to wait long. After Kenzir and Marmen finished talking about military affairs, they came to the place where Locke was sitting.

This place was the side hall of the banquet. There were very few nobles here, and most of them were still talking, eating and drinking in the banquet hall.

As soon as Marmen entered the door, he opened his arms exaggeratedly. His old face was full of wrinkles as he smiled and said in a mushy manner, "My dear Angelina sweetheart, it's great that you're fine!"

Angelina smiled helplessly when she saw him like this and gave him a hug. "Grandpa Marmen, I'm already so old. Can you stop calling me sweetheart?" said Angelina.

"Then don't call me grandpa. Am I that old?" said Marmen as he rubbed his silver-grey hair that had fallen off his head.

Marmen and Margrave Woode had always been very kind to Angelina. When she was five or six years old, her father had no time to accompany her because he was busy, so the two margraves often came to see her.

Angelina, who had lost her mother at a young age, had never enjoyed maternal love. Her father was so busy that she didn't even have much contact with the fatherly love that was left. Fortunately, the two margraves often visited her at court and brought her fun things, which added a lot of fun to her childhood.

What was interesting was that Marmen seemed to be aging. Although he was about the same age as the other three margraves, he was the one who aged the fastest. When he was thirty, he looked like he was in his forties. Now that he was in his forties, he looked like an old man.

It was no wonder that Angelina called him 'grandpa'. She called Margrave Woode 'uncle'.

Marmen chatted with Angelina about her encounters during the days she was away from the palace. Although he had arrived with the prince, he had only taken a glance at her from afar. Angelina was in a good state, so he didn't talk to her in detail. Judging from Marmen's current appearance, he really cared about Angelina.

Kenzir walked to Locke's side, sat down in a more easygoing manner, and chatted with Locke.

Kenzir didn't put on any aristocratic airs. They talked about nothing more than where Locke was from, who his relatives were, and how many years he had been in the army.

When he heard that Locke had been in the army for almost five years and was one of the first soldiers to join the army at the beginning of the war between the two countries, Kenzir didn't show any surprise. Since Locke was able to save his sister from Blood Red and come out of places like Morphey Forest and the Bering Mountains alive, Kenzir believed that Locke was capable.

At the end of the conversation, Kenzir asked Locke if he had any plans for the future. At this time, even Marmen turned around and looked at Locke with a smile.

It was obvious that the two big shots wanted to ask what reward Locke wanted.

This stumped Locke. To be honest, Locke wanted everything. What he wanted most was to settle down and live a peaceful life with his family. Of course, he couldn't say this directly. After all, the war between the two countries was not over yet. If he wanted to go home and reunite with his family at this time, he would be a deserter.

"I want to continue fighting. Although I'm relatively weak, I still want to contribute to my country!" Locke thought for a moment and said the safest thing.

This sentence was very artistic. If he said 'want to continue fighting', it meant that he still wanted to be a soldier. If he said 'relatively weak', it meant that he was so weak and was only a beginner-rank Knecht. Shouldn't the two big shots give him some potions or cultivation resources? There were many treasures like the redsea flower that were suitable for beginner-rank Knechts.

In the end, he said 'I still want to contribute to my country'. Locke had already saved the princess, so if he continued to serve as a soldier and contribute to his country, shouldn't the two big shots give him an official position? At the very least, he could be a platoon jarl like before, but at least he should be an official one.

Locke didn't have a brain like the nobles. Although his words were more tactful, his meaning was still very straightforward. The two old foxes who had been in the officialdom for so many years naturally understood what he meant.

Marmen and Kenzir both smiled. It seemed that they were ready to agree. They didn't know what benefits they would give Locke. Not to mention saving Angelina's life, even if he directly asked for the title of count, Kenzir wouldn't frown.

Of course, this was not very realistic. Locke was just a commoner. If he directly became a count, it would bring him enough trouble and cause a violent shock to the Faustian ruling class. There was no benefit at all.

At this time, Angelina also stood up and said to Marmen and Kenzir coquettishly, "Herr Locke suffered a lot in order to save me. He still has three broken ribs."

At this point, Kenzir gave an answer that Locke would never have thought of.

"How about I confer you the title of 'Herr Locke'?" Kenzir said to Locke sternly.

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