Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

As Levi, accompanied by a maid, arrived at the entrance of the banquet hall, the last rays of the setting sun were gradually fading.

"Sir, please relinquish your sword!"

Two guards in bright silver armor stood at the entrance, their imposing figures towering half a head above Levi.

Noticing the sword at Levi's waist, they cast sharp glances and instinctively gripped the hilts of their own swords.

Hey, who are you trying to scare?

Levi met their gaze without flinching.

The air grew tense.

Just as beads of sweat began to form on their foreheads, a smile finally appeared on Levi's face as he tossed his sword over, "Big guys, take good care of it. If you lose it, selling both of you wouldn't be enough to compensate!

The heavy atmosphere dissipated.

One of them caught the sword steadily, a sigh of relief escaping him as a smile also touched his lips, "Sir, may you enjoy the banquet."

Unknowingly, his tone had become much more respectful.

Levi's gaze earlier had made him feel like his head would be separated from his body the next second.

It sent shivers down his spine.

It was like being stared at by a ferocious jungle tiger, leaving no room for resistance.

"Ah! This is a sword made of mithril! Only elves can forge it, worth at least five hundred gold coins!

Gulp~

"That knight wasn't lying..."

......

The astonished voices behind him caused Levi's lips to curl up slightly.

He could have stored the sword in his system space, but then what would be the point of acquiring it?

Showing off is inevitable...

Levi hummed a little tune as he walked into the banquet hall.

Pale light emanated from thousands of unknown gems, illuminating the entire banquet hall as if it were daytime.

The floor was covered with a thick layer of red wool carpet, making it feel like walking on clouds.

Spacious banquet hall with long wooden tables, covered with fine velvet woven white tablecloths, decorated with golden tulips in the middle.

A faint fragrance wafted over, causing Levi to rub his nose involuntarily.

To be honest, after being in the arena, which was filled with the stench of sweat and various odors, Levi was still a little unaccustomed to being in such a high-end place.

A well-dressed waiter led Levi to the table, one hand behind his back, bowing slightly, and gracefully poured him a red liquid wine.

"What kind of wine is this? It's quite good." Levi smacked his lips after taking a sip.

More like fruit wine, it had a rich fruity aroma after drinking it.

"Sir, this is red wine from Golden Orchard."

Looking at this bumpkin who was obviously from the countryside, the waiter couldn't help but straighten his chest, his face full of arrogance.

"Damn, he got to show off!"

In the waiter's slightly contemptuous gaze.

Levi drank the wine in the glass like a cow chewing peony, and then looked at the waiter triumphantly.

I may not understand, but I can drink it. Even if you understand, you can only stand aside and serve, watching me, the knight, drink!

The waiter was stunned by Levi's operation, and the next moment he understood the meaning, his face full of astonishment and the ugly look of good cabbage being taken by pigs.

"Fill it up for me, Sir!" Levi said fiercely.

Looking at the dejected and honest waiter pouring wine for him, Levi smiled triumphantly.

This is the same reason why others are reluctant to ride their newly bought bicycles, but he not only rides them, but also stands up and pedals.

Fighting with the knight, you are still too young!

At this time, there was still some time before the start of the banquet, but most of the guests had already arrived, whispering to each other.

After eavesdropping for a while, Levi found that most of them were discussing what the purpose of the Duke's banquet was to gather them, these vassals.

However, Levi saw that some lords had faint smiles on their faces, as if everything was under control, obviously knowing some inside information.

Just then, a handsome, burly, blond middle-aged man walked in from the outside, with a beautiful sword hanging from his waist.

As a big celebrity, Levi recognized him instantly.

This is Damon Iseli, the brother of Duke Silon, known as the "Golden Lion of the Highlands".

Although he was nearly fifty years old, time did not seem to leave too many marks on his face.

"This is bad."

Levi thought secretly.

This "Golden Lion of the Highlands" had a disagreement with his brother Duke Silon two years ago, shortly after he came to the Southern Border, and was demoted from commander of the Cullen Garrison to the border to accompany the lizardmen.

Why is he here all of a sudden?

Has he reconciled with Duke Silon? Or is there another reason?

The key is that this Golden Lion of the Highlands was demoted to the border because he didn't hide his desire to inherit the title.

Levi, who was drinking his wine with his head down, found that many people in the room were greeting this Golden Lion of the Highlands warmly.

Even the waiter beside him had a hint of worship in his eyes.

It seems that this Damon Iseli, the Golden Lion of the Highlands, is very loved.

This is not good news.

Not long after, the host of the banquet finally appeared.

But the appearance of this Duke Silon was unique. He was carried out by a burly man who was three blades tall.

Levi even suspected that there was a trace of giant blood in this strong man.

The old man in his arms was as thin as a stick, his face was old, his shape was like a dead tree, and the golden hair, the standard of the Iseli family, was like lifeless dead grass.

Levi was afraid that this Cullen Duke would die in the next second.

It seems that the rumors are not false, this Duke is indeed running out of time.

As Duke Silon took his seat at the main seat, the banquet officially began.

Young and beautiful maids shuttled between the long tables like butterflies, serving delicious dishes one by one.

Honey bear paws, silver fish salad, black truffle layered cake, charcoal grilled venison leg, and Cullen's special tulip flower pancakes, a plate of fresh cherries, and even a pine-scented pork chop that is rarely seen on the tables of nobles, made Levi's index finger move.

It seems that staying to attend this banquet is a good decision.

This banquet was not to celebrate Levi becoming a vassal of the Iseli family. He, a pioneer lord, didn't have that much face.

Levi even suspected that this Cullen Duke, who let his granddaughter enfeoff him, might not even remember him.

As soon as the thought fell, he was named, and then introduced to everyone by this "dying" Duke Silon.

Although it was just a brief introduction, it still made Levi a little "overwhelmed", and then began to think about whether this Duke Silon's behavior had other meanings.

What made him feel even more bizarre was that Damon Iseli, who was sitting on the right hand side of Duke Silon, smiled at him kindly.

No, there's a problem!

He is a down-and-out baron who only gained the title of pioneer lord because of his reputation in the arena.

Any lord in the room is more famous than him.

He doesn't consider himself a talented young man, and he doesn't have anything worth plotting for.

How can he be remembered by these two big shots?