I have a shelter

The entire garden has turned into a wilderness, and the delicate trees and flowers that were specially brought from all over the place quickly died after no one took care of them. The square was overgrown with weeds and muddy. The beautiful arches, sculptures, flower ponds, and pools were all cracked or simply shattered on the ground.

On the lawn in front of the castle house, there were some horses tied and some people standing, and there were also some in front of the door. They were all dressed as soldiers, colorfully dressed. They seemed to be several soldiers under the lord who had just arrived here. They were divided into several groups, each occupying an area. Some were telling crude jokes with their companions and seemed undisciplined. Some were silent.

Several knights wearing armor and different colors of shirts were also surrounded by their subordinates and were talking at the door.

The mist stirred, and a pair of tall and sturdy figures suddenly appeared amidst the sound of horse hooves. They stopped their horses in front of the manor at lightning speed, and the surrounding fog could not help but be blown away.

The soldiers in front of the door suddenly came to their senses in surprise. They looked at this group of mighty knights wearing white shirts and slowly closed their mouths. I couldn't figure out which territory they came from.

Although the coats of arms and complex patterns on those soldiers' shirts could not be understood by these soldiers who had never been out in their lives, it was obviously not something that the gentlemen of the Black Pearl Valley could afford to wear.

"Is this the manor you were talking about?" George raised his riding crop, raised his head, and looked behind the knights who stretched their heads and stared. That arrogant and arrogant attitude was exactly the same as that of the great priests in the temple.

"Yes, sir." Miyama nodded slightly and answered, then turned his gaze to a knight in a red cloak in front of the door with a half-smile. He couldn't help but reveal a trace of disgust and joy in his eyes: "Haha, Sir Alf, we haven't seen you for a long time."

"..."

Alf's face was a little pale, he pursed his lips, and walked into the door with the two knights beside him without saying a word.

The meeting place for the surviving lords to discuss was in the main hall at the entrance. It's covered with cobwebs and dust everywhere. The furniture and decorations have long since decayed, and the only ones that are still intact and clean are a few stone chairs. Their placement was not regular and orderly, and some stone chairs and tables were even overturned on the ground, with some dusty and dried blood stains on them.

Those stone chairs weighed three to five hundred pounds. It seemed that not every gathering was harmonious and orderly. But judging from the dust, it must have been a long time since there was a direct fight at the scene.

The environment was terrible, but no one cared. Some lords who had participated in many gatherings even chose a place to sit down without even blowing the ashes from their buttocks. The knights around them also stood casually behind them, but their hands were always on the hilts of their swords.

I have been to this kind of gathering many times. So some simple rules have long been formulated.

No one will bring too many things, the main thing is to reconcile some things and discuss the "list". After confirmation, the deposit is taken out, and the two parties agree on a time to exchange the goods with the participation of the notary.

If there is a problem, challenge someone to a fight. Don't get into group fights here and get everyone into trouble.

Those who disobey will be killed by the Alliance - usually these people are new bandit leaders who do not have noble status. In the eyes of the lords, they were like nouveau riche, ignorant of rules and very vulgar. At the lowest end of the chain of contempt among lords.

This kind of people, not only now, but also in the past, were untouchables who could have their heads chopped off just by saying a few words.

Therefore, there are not many conflicts during gatherings.

There have never been some unscrupulous guys who led people to surround and rob this place - although the lords were just there, the soldiers would only bring one or two teams. But it will bring most of the knights here. These knights add up to thirty or forty each time. So even if there are 1,800 people surrounding this place, these people can still ride into the fog and escape.

And if there are less than four or five hundred troops, it may not be who will defeat whom - the situation will be similar to when George defeated Mishan.

Since the rules were formulated, many unnecessary conflicts between lords have been reduced. But there are also some hungry guys who participate in this meeting just to understand who is suitable to attack.

Of course, those who take the initiative often suffer some losses.

And when someone goes too far and makes everyone feel threatened, they will join forces to destroy and divide them. However, the winners generally do not occupy the territories of those eliminated. They only want some resources and some useful people.

It is rare for lords to send people to stay in certain areas for too long, because there are no stable and reliable transportation lines, and there are not so many useful people.

Even some villages, or camps that can produce resources, will be specially left by the lords in order to continue to suck blood - the lords generally call this taxation.

In these years of big fish eating small fish, the overall strength of the various lords has become almost the same. As long as resources are not particularly scarce, when everyone gets together, the atmosphere is generally harmonious.

But occasionally there will be some new people, most of whom come from the newly gathered survivor camps, or people from some remote areas.

At times like this, things tend to get a little more interesting. Just like today.

The lords came in one after another, and each of them would have a few boxes beside them. Usually at this time, everyone would not be able to help but ask each other what they had brought. These northerners were relatively rough and unrefined, and they would shout when they talked. As their voices and voices became louder and louder, the party would slowly begin.

But today it was a little quiet, and many people could not help but focus their eyes on the door, looking at Alf and others who were walking in, and the dozen white-robed knights who had dismounted outside the door and walked in.

The eyes of these dozen strange white-robed knights were very sharp, and the lords recognized them at a glance. They were veterans who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

The battle clothes on the chests of these people were all different, and the patterns on them were not something that ordinary skilled craftsmen could sew. It even made people feel that these battle clothes were more exquisite than the battle clothes of the knights of the Chanting Wind Cathedral.

Looking at the equipment they wore, although it was not plate armor, the people present were all knowledgeable people, and their value could be seen from the density and thickness of the chain mail.

The strange lord in the lead actually had a divine emblem on his battle robe. Beside this strange lord, there was also a monk follower. The priest follower's robe was extremely exquisite, but the style was something no one had ever seen.

The lords and noble knights in the hall couldn't help but look over. There were whispers in the crowd. Many people asked about 'Alf' in a low voice.

"It was brought by Mishan." "Is it the lord of the cathedral?" "The style of the battle robe is a bit like Johannes's"

In the low voice, George had already crossed the door. He glanced at the crowd and seats in the hall, and the discussion in the room couldn't help but quiet down a little at this moment.

At this moment, a giant-like figure suddenly walked in from behind the white-robed lord with his head down.

The light and shadow in the hall suddenly dimmed under the cover of the giant. Many people widened their eyes and looked at the armored giant with a fierce face and a terrifying height. They couldn't help but hold the hilt of the sword nervously and took a breath of cold air.

Then everyone saw that the giant walked silently to a stone chair that had fallen to the ground, picked up the heavy stone chair and put it back in place!

This scene made some people's eyelids jump.

The stone chair weighed at least 500 to 600 kilograms. If you ask the people present who can move something of 500 to 600 kilograms, there are still people who can stand out. But it was like erecting a wooden chair, picking it up and putting it down so casually, no one dared to say that he could do it.

Looking at the sword across his waist (the spear was on the horse), I'm afraid he could cut the horse in half with one sword. It makes people feel cold in their hearts.

Today, there must be no duel here!

The strange knights wiped their boss's stone chair with their cloaks, and then the white-robed lord sat down. Then, Johannes' knights stood behind the lord like javelins, leaning on the hilts of the swords at their waists.

After the party was temporarily cold, some people began to talk in a low voice. But they seemed to be talking about family matters, and few people talked about goods. And no one brought the topic to the new lord, as if these people were the only ones attending the party today.

Only the thin baron sitting on the main seat on the high platform looked over from time to time, and everyone also looked at the baron, as if they were waiting for him to speak.