Lord: Start with the Pioneer Knight

At the main entrance of the castle, the officers on duty on the outer wall saw the thin old man arriving and immediately ordered the soldiers to lower the drawbridge and at the same time sent someone to notify the lord.

In the study, Locke Abner looked at the symbols on the paper and fell into deep thought.

"If there is danger, coming from the sea, it could only be pirates."

"The time of arrival is very vague. It seems that there is an insider, but it should not be that Dedaji Town is controlled by Count Naviki's cult group, so who is it?"

Thinking of this, a stern look flashed in Locke's eyes.

"Dong dong dong"

There was a knock on the study door, and Locke came back from his thoughts and lit the paper in his hand.

After the burning was gone, Locke said coldly: "Come in."

Outside the study, a middle-aged man in cloth pushed the door in, came to the desk, lowered his head and saluted: "Lord, your guest is here."

Locke stood up and when he walked past the middle-aged man, he ordered: "Take care of this place."

"Yes, Lord Lord." The middle-aged man lowered his head and replied.

After leaving the study, Locke did not change his clothes, so he wore the gray cloth he was wearing when he went to meet the guests.

At the gate of the castle, Weilin looked at the outer wall. The damaged parts had only simple repairs, and everything showed its simplicity.

"Really poor or fake poor?"

With his previous suspicions, Verin was not sure whether Locke was deliberately making appearances in response to his arrival, or whether Abner's territory was originally like this.

"Your Excellency Wei Lin, welcome!"

The sudden sound brought Weilin back to the real world. He looked up and saw Locke walking towards him with an enthusiastic face.

When the Lord of Abner City or the officers on duty saw Locke, they all lowered their heads and saluted immediately, not daring to look directly at him.

"Locke, excuse me." Verin said with a gentle smile on his face.

Locke came to Verin, bowed and saluted, and said in a gentle tone: "Your Excellency Verin, it is my honor for you to accept my invitation. It's just that the Abner Territory is poor, so please don't mind."

"I'm here for your invitation, not for pleasure. How could I care about the appearance." Weilin responded with a smile, giving the other party enough respect.

"Sir Wei Lin, please come in."

"I am honored to have you, the great lord, lead the way."

Entering the castle, Verin looked at the people coming and going in the castle with his peripheral vision. Whether they were knights, soldiers, or servants and housekeepers, they were all wearing gray cloth, which was the same as Locke's.

Locke felt the slight change in the expression on Weilin's face, but his tone did not change at all. He introduced the castle like a guide.

Half an hour later, the two arrived at the castle hall.

Weilin was polite and sat down on the bench on the left.

Locke sat down on the right side and took the initiative to pour tea for Weilin.

After chatting for a while, both parties wore "masks" on their faces and tested each other.

Weilin relied on his strength as a middle-level soul knight and his years of experience in governing to get a lot of the information he wanted from Locke.

The same is true for Locke. Through communication, he learned that the other party did not have any malicious intentions, but he also did not have good intentions.

However, this is enough.

"Locke, do you know who was sitting next to me that night?"

"Next to you?"

Locke heard this and tried to recall, feeling that there was a vague shadow of that night.

He actually couldn't remember the specific face.

"It seems to be a young man about your age."

Looking at Locke's expression, Weilin's doubts had been verified. He pretended to be apologetic and said calmly: "Locke, that's one of my elders who likes to be quiet, so I asked you to downplay your feelings towards him. Impression, I apologize to you, I hope you don’t mind.”

"Your Excellency Wei Lin shouldn't be like this, and it's understandable for that Excellency to do this. After all, I took the initiative to disturb you." Locke didn't have the slightest anger on his face. He waved his hand and replied nonchalantly.

Weilin picked up the tea cup, took a sip, and said inadvertently: "I said you are a broad-minded person. That night, Princess Sabrina advised me not to have contact with you. I think she was overthinking it. "

The expression on Locke's face did not change at all, and he responded cheerfully: "You are ridiculously complimentary."

"You don't seem very surprised that I can meet Princess Sabrina." Verin put down the teacup and asked curiously.

"A powerful knight like you must be a guest of Her Royal Highness. If I can't tell, I won't be qualified to talk to you." Locke replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Weilin felt a sense of joy well up in his heart.

For just a moment, Weilin downplayed this emotion.

I have to say that the compliments from smart people really make people feel happy.

However, pleasure at this time will cause the loss of judgment criteria, and it must be taboo when talking to smart people.

"Locke, as your friend, do you need me to improve your impression in front of Princess Sabrina?" Verin asked tentatively.

"Your Excellency Weilin, rather than relying on external forces, I want to show my value to Her Royal Highness with my own strength." Locke replied, "If my mistake causes your impression of Her Royal Highness to deteriorate, that is My fault."

"Hahaha, you can only help me once. Even if you make a mistake, so what if it makes my impression on Princess Sabrina worse?" Weilin laughed, with a look of confidant on his face, but in his heart It's a different scene.

Faced with the second temptation, Locke remained calm and cleverly changed the subject: "Your Highness the Princess has many capable people under her. When you need me, I will offer my loyalty."

"This time you accepted the invitation to visit my territory, I should do my best to be a host."

Seeing that the topic was changed, Weilin stopped probing and continued the conversation along this topic.

Two hours later, the sky was dark, and the butler came to the hall and whispered in Locke's ear: "Lord, the banquet is ready."

Seeing this, Locke smiled and said: "Sir Weilin, it's getting late, please move."

Hearing this, Weilin smiled and responded: "I just want to feel the customs and people here, so let's start with the food."

"Please."

Locke stood up and made a gesture of invitation.

"The guest should leave first, you are the host, you should go first."

"The guest is more important, you should go first."

After refusing, Weilin nodded helplessly and walked in front.

Locke's expression remained unchanged, still smiling, accompanying Weilin on the left.

The butler, who was a few steps behind, followed the two of them, but was filled with shock in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it.

Even when the old viscount was here, he didn't see the lord showing such an expression, and he didn't know whether Viscount Abner's territory would usher in another major change.

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