Information on the dinner

During the banquet, Kenzir was still reminiscing about Woode. Judging from the prince's reddened eyes and Angelina, who couldn't help but cry, it was obvious that the prince, princess, and Woode were very close to each other.

Many nobles also tried to persuade the prince and princess not to be sad and to make the Shalorians pay the price.

Woode's death was too sudden and shocking for Faustian. Many nobles expressed their regret for his death from the bottom of their hearts.

From the death of a top-level margrave, it could be seen that Faustian, as the victors of the war against Shalor, did not have it easy. The price they had to pay was also extremely huge.

After that, Locke ate and drank as he liked during the banquet. Although Marquis Woode's death in battle was a great shock to him, and the Falcon Legion's rapid advance also surprised him quite a bit, it really did not matter much to him.

Locke was just a nobody, and he had always regarded himself as such. He couldn't participate in the kingdom's national affairs. At most, he could only understand and express his amazement and amazement as a nobody.

However, seeing Angelina crying her eyes out, Locke's heart softened a little. He wanted to comfort her, but he couldn't take a step forward.

Since the prince's arrival, Locke had never come into contact with Angelina again. He couldn't even get within 500 metres of her.

The prince's bodyguards didn't know who Locke was, even though he was the one who saved their princess.

After the prince and the nobles raised their glasses and expressed their remembrance of the deceased Woode, the banquet officially began.

All the nobles gathered in twos and threes, either holding goblets or plates, and chatting politely with each other.

Almost no one was idle. Everyone here was on the prince's side, and everyone sat down and chatted harmoniously. Many secrets of the nobles were quietly revealed in the chatter of these big shots.

The mysterious veil that had always been hidden among the nobles was slowly lifted in front of Locke.

Locke was eating a piece of steak on his plate while eavesdropping on the viscount next to him, who was talking about his manor near the royal capital with great interest.

Having a manor was the only ideal goal Locke had since joining the army for so many years.

He didn't dare to think about a manor near the royal capital, but he was looking forward to a manor owned by Cardoj.

Uncle Yoshk had once told him that the baron would reward a platoon jarl with a manor after the battle and a position in the territory corresponding to the rank of platoon jarl.

It was imperative for Locke to fulfill the corresponding duties of a platoon jarl. Years of war had made Locke realize the charm and role of power. When he was still a servant or third-rate soldier, his life and death were in the hands of fate.

When he was a squad leader, he could affect the lives of others and protect himself better.

When he was a platoon leader, he could control other people's lives. The lives of ordinary soldiers could sometimes be determined by his orders.

Now, he was thinking about what position he would take in the baron's territory in the future. Would he be a tax collector, a magistrate, or a military officer like the captain of the garrison?

It was still too early to think about these things. Locke already knew that the current acting platoon jarls of 4th Platoon were Kane and Hans. He had no intention of seizing power from his brother. Besides, 4th Platoon was only left with 20 people. If he still needed to fight for it, it would be looking down on him.

Ever since he was hunted down by a high-rank Knecht, coupled with the years he spent in the Bering Mountains, especially the battle with the low-rank major monster, the moonlight wolf, Locke always felt like his body was bloated. It was as if there was an endless amount of energy in his solid muscles.

The impetus vortex in Locke's abdomen had grown a lot after eating the moonlight wolf's meat. Locke didn't expect that eating major monster meat would have such benefits. Although it hadn't reached its limit, the impetus vortex had really grown bigger. He was one step closer to the threshold of a low-rank Knecht.

The pot-bellied viscount next to him was still introducing how beautiful and classic his manor was to his colleagues.

It seemed that the viscount was the leader of the nobles around him. The nobles around him complimented and envied him from time to time.

The viscount gladly accepted the compliments. Obviously, he was very happy with the other nobles' compliments.

Locke had a great time eavesdropping because he felt that he had broadened his horizons. He learned a lot of knowledge that he didn't know before from this banquet. For example, the royal capital had recently introduced a very expensive dessert called pudding, which originated from the Aomar Empire.

Although this knowledge wasn't very useful and he might not have anything to do with it for the rest of his life, Locke still felt a sense of enrichment. This was because he knew this knowledge while Yoshk, Karl and the others didn't, which was a kind of advantage.

Locke wasn't a person who liked to compare himself with others, but he was still very concerned about whether he surpassed those in the same circle.

Locke also discovered that not all of the nobles here practiced impetus. There were some powerful ones, such as the two marquises in the middle of the hall. Locke couldn't see through them at all. The two commanders of Falcon gave him far more pressure than the blood-red armoured high-rank Knecht he'd met before. They were at least high-rank Knechts, Locke thought.

However, there weren't many people present who were as strong as the two marquises. Locke could still sense the specific strength of most of them. Most of the nobles who practiced impetus were between beginner-rank Knechts and mid-rank Knechts.

Locke had heard from Angelina that Faustian's current potions had the ability to push a person from an ordinary person to a mid-rank Knecht. With the conditions of these big shots present, it should be a piece of cake to achieve this.

When Angelina was first rescued by Locke, she promised to help him directly advance to a mid-rank Knecht. However, after what happened, especially when Angelina completely wanted to devote herself to Locke, Angelina told him that using potions to boost his strength wasn't a good way.

A shortcut meant that there was no other way. The price to pay for forcibly advancing to a mid-rank Knecht was that he wouldn't be able to advance further, and he would also lose part of his lifespan.

However, there were also some potions with very little side effects that Locke could consider taking. This was very important for Locke's strength to increase. Angelina promised to find a way to give Locke a batch of potions that he could use.

Nobles cherished their lives. It was no wonder that there were so many low-rank or beginner-rank Knechts here, even though they could directly become mid-rank Knechts.

Of course, not all the nobles here practiced impetus. Locke could sense that the pot-bellied viscount next to Locke didn't have the slightest bit of strength. He was completely an ordinary person. Looking at the layer of fat on his skin, Locke wondered if he could beat an ordinary commoner.

Fortunately, the viscount and the nobles next to him didn't practice impetus, which was why Locke could eavesdrop so enthusiastically.

Apart from impetus, there were a few nobles who gave Locke a similar feeling to Angelina. With his keen perception, Locke could naturally guess that they were nobles who practiced magic.

Looking at the group of people around him who were stronger than him, Locke couldn't help but sigh. Status determined one's status. In the barracks outside, where most of the soldiers were commoners, it was very rare to have a powerhouse who practiced impetus. According to the convention, only platoon jarls and deputy platoon jarls could be awarded impetus, which meant that one in fifty people could come into contact with impetus.

But here, as long as you wanted to, the strength of a mid-rank Knecht was at your fingertips.

While Locke was immersed in his thoughts, Cardoj came over and nodded at him. Locke was very concerned about the baron's concern. After all, Cardoj was the only one he knew here.

However, the baron didn't stay too long at Locke's place. The one with the lowest rank here was Cardoj. The baron was now trying his best to integrate into the circle of nobles here and cater to everyone at the banquet. Cardoj was probably the busiest person tonight.

Just as Locke was eavesdropping, the portly viscount recounted how he fell in love at first sight with the widow of a lord at a well-known banquet in the capital. Just as they were about to do something intimate, the fat viscount stopped what he was about to say. It really whetted the appetite of the group of people around him. Even Locke couldn't help but curse at him for stopping at the right time.

He looked up and saw that it was Angelina who had walked over without him noticing.

The viscount, who was in the middle of his story, squeezed an awkward smile on his fat face and greeted Angelina, who was walking towards him. "Hello, Your Highness!" Then, a large number of people around him greeted him. These nobles obviously knew Angelina, one of the protagonists of the night.

Locke also stood up with the crowd and greeted her. Unlike before when they were alone, he was now a commoner and Angelina was a Faustian princess. If Locke dared to show any disrespect to the princess, the group of nobles present would teach him a lesson.

Angelina ignored the portly viscount and the group of nobles around him. She walked straight to Locke until she stood in front of him.

Angelina said in an arrogant and noble tone that she had never shown in front of Locke, "Herr, come with me. My brother wants to get to know you to thank you for saving me."

After saying that, she winked at Locke playfully when no one was looking. This made a maid turn her head and see this scene. She was so shocked that she almost let the wine jug slip from her hand.

Locke hurriedly responded and bowed to Angelina with the etiquette of commoners meeting nobles that he had learned on the spot. He then followed Angelina and left.

After Locke and Angelina left, the nobles here quieted down and started discussing Locke's identity in twos and threes.

The fat viscount waved his hand and wiped the sweat off his forehead. He wasn't as glamorous as he appeared to be. He and the group of nobles around him were barely qualified to attend a banquet of this level. In the past, Princess Angelina was an unreachable figure to him. If such a big shot hated him, he would be in big trouble.

The portly viscount recalled that he didn't say anything dirty just now, right? He probably didn't.

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