Chapter 262: Title
On the bumpy road, a carriage drove slowly.
Bastin pulled the reins and controlled the direction of progress, while always paying attention to the movements around him.
This place is too close to the frontline battlefield, and you may encounter soldiers from Cologne or Gondor at any time.
Although he is also a citizen of the Kingdom of Gondor, these red-eyed soldiers may not care.
No!
Compared with the strict military discipline of the Cologne people, the soldiers of Gondor are more like bandits and greedy bandits.
"Father."
The girl in the carriage rubbed her eyes, stuck her head out from behind, and asked:
"How long will it take?"
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"Almost."
Bastin looked at his daughter dotingly and replied:
"When we get to the city, we will take a short rest after seeing your aunt, and then we will continue. Rush to the capital."
"This place is too close to the front line and may be attacked by the Cologne people at any time."
"Yes." The girl nodded:
"Auntie, are you leaving too?"
"Of course." Bastin rubbed the hair on the girl's head and said with a smile:
"It will be safer if we go on the road together, you There is a nobleman in my uncle’s family.”
< br>“Do you remember the Dick you played with when you were a kid?”
“He has grown up too. I heard that he followed his father in the lumber transportation business. He is a very talented young man. Maybe you should try it. Get in touch.”
"Father!" The girl's face turned red:
"What are you talking about? Besides, we haven't seen each other for so many years. I can't even remember Dick's appearance."
Of course she Knowing what her father means and finding a suitable husband for herself, a young girl will inevitably feel shy.
"You loved playing with him when you were a child. When we moved, you two cried and made trouble and couldn't separate." Bastin said with a smile on his face:
"It's time to think about it. .”
"Huh?"
As soon as he finished speaking, his right hand had already grasped the long sword he carried with him, and his eyes were fixed on the roadside.
“Who?”
The leaves shook.
A middle-aged man with white temples and a very haggard look walked out of the forest slowly.
The man was dressed in a relatively retro gentleman's outfit, wearing a top hat and holding a cane. He exuded an invisible sense of nobility.
Although walking out of the forest, it is inevitable that the body will be stained with broken leaves and dust, but it does not reduce its magnanimity at all.
Karl patted the dirt on his body and nodded to the coachman:
"My dear Lord of the Morning, finally let me meet a living person, you two Going into the city?”
“Yes.”
The other party was obviously not a robber blocking the way. Bastin looked slightly relaxed and nodded in response:
"Who are you?"
"Karl." Karl put one hand on his chest. He gave a salute and said:
"A traveler from the Swick area and the Bergman family, a baron who lost his territory."
"Baron?" Bastin looked slightly. Change:
"Are you a noble?"
"Yes." Karl nodded, pointed to the clover family emblem on his body, and shook his head:
"It has been too long since I have been in the noble council. Register, I don’t know if my title will be retained.”
“ There is a parliament of nobles in Mino City." Bastin pointed forward: "You can ask, there have been frequent wars in recent years, and many nobles have not been able to register on time, but it doesn't matter, I heard. As long as you pay the tithe you owe, you can regain your title.”
"This is really good news." Karl asked with a smile on his face:
"I wonder if I can take a ride in your carriage. Unfortunately, my original carriage fell into the valley."
"This..." Bastin hesitated.
Although he was not far from the city, he did not intend to contact strangers just in case.
“I am willing to pay for it and pay it in advance.” Karl lowered his head and untied a money bag from his waist:
"How about two gold coins?"
The two golden coins made Bastin swallow his saliva, and then he got off his horse and opened the door.
"Dear Baron Karl, please."
"I would like to ask."
Looking at Karl carefully, Bastin looked confused:
"How old are you this year?"
The other person looks young, but if you look closely, you are no longer young, it is very blurry.
"Me? More than sixty." Karl smiled: "It's already passed sixty-five."
"Ah!"
"What?"
Bastin looked surprised, and even the girl who was hiding in the corner of the carriage and peeking couldn't help but scream.
Nearly seventy years old?
If you look closely, you can see that Karl's hair has turned white and his facial skin has wrinkles.
But he has no age spots and is in good spirits. He looks like a middle-aged man in his forties.
More than sixty?
Far beyond their imagination.
"How do you take care of yourself?" The girl couldn't help but ask:
"I have never seen such a young... old man."
"Mood It's very important." Karl touched his cheek and said with a smile:
"Of course, you have to eat well, drink well, and take good care of yourself, so that your age will not be too obvious."
"Rita, don't think about it." Bastin shook his head:
"This kind of carefree life can only be enjoyed by noble men, and we certainly can't."
The girl Rita looked regretful.
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When the carriage arrived at the city gate, it was already heavily guarded, and strict inspections were required when entering and exiting the city.
“Who would have thought?”
Driving the carriage into the city, Bastin looked back and sighed:
“The city close to the royal capital, there is It will become the front line of the battlefield and may be breached at any time.”
“Baron Karl, I will send you to the Noble Council first. Do you also want to go to the royal city?”
"Yes."
Karl nodded:
"I am getting older and need to find a place to retire. At present, it seems that the Royal City is more suitable."
"Yes." Bastin nodded:
“We also plan to go to the Royal City. If the Baron doesn’t have a companion, he might as well go on the road with us.”
"There is also someone to take care of you on the way."
"This..." Karl thought for a moment and smiled:
"That's good."
While he was speaking, the carriage had arrived. The Noble Council, with more soldiers here, seems to have become a temporary field command post.
The soldier guarding the door leaned on his spear at an angle, his helmet hung on his waist, and he looked relaxed.
"Re-register as a noble?"
The soldier looked disdainful, as if he couldn't recognize Karl, the 'noble master' at all, and waved his hand and said:
"I didn't see a war going on. I haven't seen any recently. Don’t worry about such trivial matters.”
“Please let me know.” Karl was helpless, flicking his finger, and two gold coins appeared on his fingertips:
“Thank you.”
"Huh?"
The soldier raised his eyebrows and put away the gold coins skillfully:
"Wait."
Not long.
The three were allowed to enter, and a fat man with a big belly and gorgeous clothes sat down to receive them.
"There is such a person in the Bergmann family, Baron Karl, but he has not been registered for decades."
The fat man spoke slowly:
"How do I know if you are a fake? "
"The Lord of the Dawn can testify." Karl saluted and presented two gold coins again:
"Can you find a quiet place to elaborate?"
"Well..." The fat man put away the gold coins openly and stood up lazily:
"Okay."
(End of this chapter)