Imperial Crown

It was midday in summer, and the sun was blazing.

The streets of Eagle Town were rarely lively, with carriages engraved with various emblems filling the streets, and horses passing by from time to time.

There had been no major wars for more than a hundred years, and the nobles' lives had become more and more corrupt and extravagant. They gradually got used to traveling by carriage, but some old-fashioned nobles were still used to riding alone.

Angel was such an old-fashioned person.

He led his eldest son Judra and three knights, riding war horses mixed with magic beasts to pass the slow-moving carriages. As soon as they left the town, they saw a figure riding a white horse.

The horse was silver-white, and it even looked a little dazzling under the sunlight. The outline of the muscles under the fur was clearly visible. The four hooves were as thick as four pillars, and sharp light yellow spikes grew at the knees of each leg. If you look closely, you can see a faint electric current lingering.

The second-level magic beast [Electric Horn Silver Eye Horse], this is Viscount John's mount.

"Viscount John, long time no see." Angel rode to John's side, adjusted the stride of his mount and rode side by side with him: "Your style is still as good as before."

"Same here." John said indifferently: "Baron Angel's body is better. When I reach your age, I may not be able to wear armor and ride a horse."

"Hahaha!" As if he didn't hear John's sarcasm, Angel laughed loudly: "I can't compare with the Viscount's family and wealth, so I can only use a set of armor to fill the facade."

"But it's really ill-considered that you came here in a formal dress this time. The untouchables have always been afraid of majesty, but they don't know how to be grateful for kindness."

"A scoundrel like Raven who inherited the title by chance can only be subdued by force!"

Seeing the helplessness flashing in John's eyes, Angel became more and more proud.

In principle, a nobleman can wear armor when visiting another nobleman.

But the Kingdom of Keynes has been peaceful for a hundred years, and the nobles' vigilance has long been thrown into the ditch. Now no one will do this.

That's why Angell wanted to do the opposite.

Raven was just a lowly person, he didn't know the difference between the third and fourth levels, but the armor on his body could let him know who was more difficult to mess with.

In his opinion, as long as he threatened a little, he could make the little bee cry and squeeze out all its honey!

"Am I going too far?" Angell asked complacently: "I heard that Raven's 'Baron' has only trained his private soldiers for a month. If he scares them away, I'm afraid it will make him look bad."

John twitched his hooked nose, slightly clamped his legs, and the mount under his crotch quietly increased its stride.

Angell rode his horse to catch up, feeling very proud.

John was more than ten years younger than him, but his title was higher than his, and his strength was stronger than his. He had previously held the most prosperous town of Shining Gold in the Eagle Territory in his hands. It was really a comfortable thing to be able to gain a little advantage over him.

The towering Eagle Castle gradually revealed its full appearance, which made Angel feel a little jealous.

The castle faces south and is surrounded by walls on all sides. It is 80 meters long from north to south and 65 meters wide from east to west. There is also a 5-meter-wide moat protecting the outer wall.

The outer wall is 5 meters high and is built with black granite. It is solid and beautiful. There are parapets and shooting holes on the top of the wall. As long as the drawbridge is raised, it will be a perfect war fortress!

The most eye-catching thing is the 17-meter-high main body of the castle. The carefully designed outer wall has a beautiful arc, and the towering spire is like a lover's body, charming. As long as a magic crystal cannon is set on it, even thousands of troops will not be able to attack!

In comparison, his Ironforge Castle seems much more cramped and narrow. Due to the lack of flat terrain, it can only be built on hills. The area is only half of the Eagle Castle, and the height of the main body of the castle is only 10 meters.

Such a good castle, how could it fall into the hands of Raven, a gangster! ?

"The Eagle Castle is ahead. Please dismount and walk!" A powerful shout brought Angel back to his thoughts.

Looking closely, he saw two teams of soldiers standing on the left and right outside the Eagle Castle suspension bridge, and another team of soldiers standing in two rows on the suspension bridge. There were only more than 30 soldiers in total, but their appearance and momentum shocked Angel.

These people wore brown leather armor, which was smooth and flat, but not shiny like new goods. It was obvious that they had been carefully maintained after long-term use.

Under the scorching sun, the soldiers' hands holding the spears were very stable, their eyes were wide open, and their bodies stood straight. Even though sweat was pouring down their foreheads, their feet were still as solid as tree roots.

They didn't look like people at all, but two rows of clay figures and two rows of statues!

But their chests were still rising and falling.

And that powerful shout came from one of the curly-haired young men.

Are these Raven's soldiers?

In just one month, he was able to train these peasants to be like this?

I just want to test your quality!

"How dare you stop me?" Angel rode forward, holding the whip and pointing it at the young man's face: "Do you know who I am!?"

"Your identity has nothing to do with me." The young man was not afraid at all, and repeated: "The Eagle Castle is ahead, please dismount and walk!"

"Hey, you are really brave!" Angel was amused by this tough move, and he squeezed his legs together, and the horse under his crotch took a step forward: "What if I insist on going in?"

Although he was over sixty years old, his figure was still strong. Although he did not use his fighting spirit, his aura left no doubt that he would charge forward in the next moment!

The young man's expression changed and he took two steps back.

Angel smiled complacently. It was indeed just a show-off.

The untouchables were untouchables. No matter how well-dressed they were, they were just obedient lambs!

But immediately, his face changed.

"Enemy attack!!!"

Under the shouting of the young man, the team that had been standing quietly suddenly moved.

The soldiers stood in two rows, holding their spears horizontally. In just a dozen seconds, they formed a thick human wall, covering the entrance of the Eagle Castle suspension bridge tightly!

"What a quick reaction."

Viscount John, who had been watching from behind them, was secretly surprised. He was fifty-five years old this year and had seen all kinds of teams, including mercenaries, bandits, and even the Imperial Steel Corps and the Knights of Light of the Church.

But no team could form a formation in just a dozen seconds.

Even if John's carefully trained [Snow Maple Legion] may be able to surpass them in terms of personal strength and equipment, but this discipline is incomparable anyway.

Just now, John was still regretting that he did not come here in full helmet and armor, but now, he has begun to be thankful for it and began to watch the show leisurely.

Angel is now in a dilemma and is very anxious.

Crazy, really crazy!

These private soldiers must have been instructed by Raven to dare to fight against him.

How dare Raven? He is just a gangster of low birth, how dare he brandish a knife and a gun against a noble baron like me? !

But he had to admit that this trick was indeed effective.

As a baron of Iron Furnace Ridge, no matter how strong he is, he must play by the rules of the game of the nobles.

It was a bit out of line to rush to the funeral in full helmet and armor, and it was reasonable to be attacked without revealing his identity.

If he attacked the Eagle Territory's private soldiers at this time, it would be tantamount to declaring war on the Eagle Territory!

Of course, he was not afraid of fighting with the Eagle Territory, but in the current environment, declaring war was tantamount to slapping the face of the royal family. Even if he flattened the Eagle Territory, he would be using his own blood to make wedding clothes for others.

Could it be that the little bee had already calculated this, so it arranged this method! ?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Baron, you'd better get off the horse." Judra came up from behind: "After all, today is Baron Donald's funeral..."

Angel turned his head and looked at Judra, his eyes full of disappointment.

Getting off the horse now is tantamount to stepping on his face on the ground and making Raven famous!

He gritted his teeth, slowly raised his arms, and was ready to lead his knights to rush in!

At this moment, a clear voice sounded: "I thought it was someone who came, it turned out to be Baron Angel."

Along with the voice appeared a black-haired man in a baron's dress.

The dress was woven from woolen cloth, and the overall color was neat and clean sea blue. The chest was open, revealing a white silk lining.

The cuffs and lapels were decorated with large gold and silver patterns, which looked noble and elegant. On the left chest was an eagle fighting in the sky, making a loud cry. The eyes carved from clear amber showed the sharp and arrogant arrogance to the fullest.

Not everyone can handle this dress, but wearing it on this man can only highlight his grace and nobility, and will not suppress the limelight of the man himself.

This is of course Raven.

He walked behind the human wall and said in a reprimanding tone: "How can you treat the guests like this? This is not an enemy. Disperse quickly!"

"Yes, Baron!" The young man, Simon, was the first to shout loudly: "Return to the post!"

In the sound of neat footsteps, the private soldiers were divided into three teams again and returned to their original positions.

The tense atmosphere melted away, and Raven put his hand on his chest and performed an impeccable etiquette: "Sorry, Baron Angel, I scared you."

Angel's cheek twitched slightly, and he wanted to slap Raven to death on the spot, but in the end he took a deep breath and stepped down.

He turned over and got off the horse, walked to Raven: "Baron Raven, you are really good at training soldiers, and they look great. Are you going to send them to the public bath in Mon'en City?"

In this world, in addition to allowing guests to clean their bodies, public baths also have some additional additional services, both for men and women, and sometimes men are more popular than women.

To say that Angle is asking for trouble, Raven hangs out in the underground world of Mon'en City all day long. In terms of quarreling and cursing, he is far from being comparable to Angle, an old man who stays in the castle all day long.

"Oh, so the public bath is the key to training soldiers. No wonder I always feel that something is missing." Raven laughed and retorted: "In this case, your soldiers must be trained according to the standards of the public bath. No wonder the income of your territory is so good."

Angel's big nose turned red: "You are very good at talking."

"Thank you for your compliment. Rhetoric is also a compulsory course for a noble." Raven replied with a smile.

Seeing that more and more nobles arrived, low voices of discussion began to sound. Angel didn't want to stay any longer, and snorted coldly and walked in.

"Sorry, Baron Raven." Judra whispered: "My father has this kind of temper. I hope you don't mind."

Raven asked, "What happened?"

Judra was startled, nodded, and then left.

Viscount John saw all this, and his impression of Raven changed somewhat.

Of course, a show-off can't fight, but Raven's private soldiers are definitely not the kind of embroidered pillows.

The fact that they dared to raise their spears to a baron is enough to prove that they have enough courage and will grow into qualified soldiers sooner or later.

Regardless of other things, at least from the point of view of training soldiers, Raven is indeed a qualified heir.

"Viscount John." Raven put away his smile and bowed: "Thank you for coming to my uncle's funeral."

This performance was beyond John's expectations.

Raven had just defeated Baron Angel's spirit, and it was time for him to be in high spirits, but at this moment he showed enough restraint and humility, and even revealed just the right amount of sadness.

This is not something a good-for-nothing thug would do. From this scene, at least he is smart enough to know who to offend and who to be friendly with.

Now John began to understand why Donald chose Raven as his heir.

Raven is simply a natural nobleman.

After getting off the horse, John handed the reins to the servant, walked up to return the greeting and said, "Baron Donald is an upright and great man. I see his shadow in you. I hope that under your leadership, the Griffith family can once again move towards glory."

Raven said, "Thank you for your blessing."

The two of them chatted happily, but Angel was furious!

Although the worst result was avoided, his actions were still laughed at by John.

What he said was to be intimidated by force, but he was intimidated by force. What can be tolerated? ?

Since force doesn't work, let's use words!

As long as he can pick out a little bit of inappropriate etiquette, he will take the opportunity to go crazy and ruin this funeral to teach Raven a lesson.

Some people cannot be offended!

But the scene in the castle made him so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.

The carpet in the hall was changed to black, which was completely in line with etiquette. The dozens of tables and hundreds of chairs were all made of rosewood, which was generally recognized by the nobles. They were covered with white and soft cotton cloth, which was neither too extravagant nor shabby.

The table closest to the coffin, which was the main table of the party, was slightly raised, so that no one would make a mistake.

When his eyes fell on the main table, his eyes finally lit up.

There were many glass goblets on it, the material was crystal clear and the purity was quite high, which could indeed make the wine more attractive. This kind of cup cost thirty silver coins, of course there was no problem.

The problem was the wine.

Those bottles of wine looked beautiful, but they didn't even have labels!

He was an expert in wine tasting. He knew from the color that the bottle was not filled with high-end goods, but flowing amber.

At his uncle's funeral, he used this inferior wine to pretend to be good wine to entertain the guests. It was disrespectful, really disrespectful!

This reason was of course far-fetched, but so what? Raven was just a gangster, and he was an old baron!

Angle's mouth curled up a smile. He had already thought of that scene - when the ceremony reached its climax and everyone needed to toast, he smashed the wine glass on the spot and then exposed Raven's seemingly polite mask.

Let his coronation ceremony become a complete joke!

With a relaxed mood, he found a place to sit down, put the helmet on the table, rubbed his huge nose, and said to Jude:

"Son, I will show you how to show the prestige of our family in a while!"

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