Netheril’s Brilliance

The tall man trotted up to Punk, pretending to perform a completely out-of-shape aristocratic servant etiquette, and because he wanted to bend his waist deeper, his linen clothes with little elasticity creaked.

It was obvious that his actions were just based on hearsay. It is estimated that he had never seen a real noble servant salute with his own eyes.

Punk completely ignored his plan of nondescript etiquette. He was not surprised that this guy recognized his identity as a mage. After all, as long as he was not blind, he could see the brilliance on his robe, but this guy was flattering. The pretentious and abrupt approach made Punk very displeased. Now Punk is in a state of caution, and any object that suddenly approaches him will make him have the urge to attack.

Respect... respected mage, this is the fief of Baron Bisadas, what... do you have... what orders!

The tall man seemed to feel Punk's displeasure, he took two small steps back, and flinched even more.

Take me to your baron!

At this time, half of Punk's face was hidden under the hood of the robe, and he looked like a mysterious and noble mage.

The tall man seemed to want to ask something, but the tallest just squirmed his throat twice, and awkwardly squeezed out a word with an altered pronunciation.

Please... please follow me, Master Mage.

Punk was a little surprised to hear this answer. It stands to reason that a nobleman with the title of baron should live in a town even if he is in a small kingdom, and the benefice should also be dozens of villages around the town. The tall man can name a town, but look at his reaction now... this baron actually lives in this village.

It wasn't until the punk questioned the tall man sentence by sentence like squeezing toothpaste along the way that he didn't know that the baron's full name was Eklan Bissadas, and he was now in his fifties. He was a declining... …No, it should be said that it is a run-down little nobleman. I heard that he was suppressed because he offended a big man. Now there are only three villages as fiefs, and his baronial mansion is built in a small village south of this Mok village. On the hillside, this tall man is a servant in Baron Besadas' mansion who is responsible for managing the poor.

It turned out that it was just a broken household, and Punk felt that he was making a lot of fuss. In the plane of Faerun, any professional can theoretically have an equal dialogue with any nobleman, including the king, although in reality, the theory will be more or less subject to various restrictions. Influenced by various factors, Punk is also a third-level sorcerer apprentice, (he has been continuously meditating and practicing spells to upgrade along the way). A powerless and run-down baron is no threat to him!

However, he still had to think of a surname for himself, so as not to lose his momentum, because in this world only the nobles and professionals could have a surname, and the poor were not allowed to have a surname.

Stepping on the uneven country dirt road, Punk came to this villa that seemed to be in disrepair, but as Punk approached, his expression became more dignified. He could feel that he was an apprentice at the same level as himself. The professional is in the villa where even the iron fence is rusted.

After Punk said that the next road would not need to be led by a tall man, the tall man who was trembling with fear from the mysterious mage along the way almost ran away, which made Punk touch his clean chin.

Am I that scary?

Just when Punk was about to knock on the fence door of the baron's house with his staff, suddenly the door of the house burst open. A guy in steel armor, carrying a knight's shield and a lance, jumped from the door, a full leap of more than ten meters Far away, it fell precisely outside the iron fence, and with a crisp sound of armor colliding, a cloud of dust spread from the knight's landing point!

Wow, it's a rare dharma teacher! It's really incredible that there are professionals other than Lao Tzu in such a ghostly place!

After speaking, he casually kicked a clod of dirt away, raising a small cloud of dust again.

The knight who jumped out was a boy with blond hair, and he seemed to be about the same size as a punk, but he looked effortless wearing a heavy-looking knight armor.

This sudden appearance made Punk almost subconsciously start constructing an apprentice-level conjuration spell—the spell model of the Lesser Swiftness spell—in his soul. He didn't stop until he saw that the nervous knight didn't make any more hostile moves.

Punk looked at the surrounding terrain, and found that the knight landed in an open space where he could advance, attack, retreat, or defend. If his landing point was not a coincidence... then he would never have acted so inconspicuously on the surface !

Kane, is this how you entertain guests from afar? Where have all the aristocratic etiquette I taught you gone?

A middle-aged man with a cane came out from the door. This middle-aged man's blond hair was combed with a meticulous hairstyle, and every strand of hair was submissive, which was in stark contrast to the messy and fluttering hair of the blond boy. , he was wearing a simple gray dress, and the tassels on the corners pointed neatly to the ground.

The middle-aged man stepped out of the door with a big stride, and performed a noble salute with a standard movement that seemed to be carved out of a mold:

I'm Baron Ekelan Bissadas, my naughty eldest son—Kane made you laugh.

Hey, I'm so naughty, I look so handsome, okay...

The blond-haired boy Kane next to him bluffed and refuted, until the baron glared at him, he muttered a few times and then shut up.

I'm Punk Sai'an, a traveling mage, and I want to see some nearby cities.

Punk also returned a mage salute that was not bad at all. He did not forget to pay attention to the knight who seemed to be out of tune. The baron's evaluation of his son just now did not mean any blame, but a strong sense of pride. .

The father and son are probably one of them singing bad faces and the other singing bad faces, trying to mess themselves up, but they don't know that this trick has been played badly by people on earth.

Punk said calmly while thinking:

It doesn't matter, I think your eldest son is still very vigorous!

The tip of the needle is not polite to the wheat awn.

Punk was very upset about Kane's sudden provocative behavior, and now he just retaliated to him with the Baron's words.

Your boy is only a few years older than Lao Tzu, and that face is really ~ makes people angry!

It seems that Kane's body language is very rich, and his dancing movements are heavy but the armor is crisp. It looks like a posture of rushing up to fight, but in fact Punk felt that the fighting spirit in his body has calmed down instead.

Haha, young people are full of vigor.

In the end, the old baron seized the opportunity and made a haha.

If you don't mind, stay here and taste the simple tea and light meals. You know, the wheat in Moke Village is very mellow.

That would be too much trouble.

Now that the other party has shown goodwill, Punk doesn't mind expressing some sincerity. He still needs to get information from the baron to go to the city. It is still necessary to sit down and have a friendly atmosphere exchange when the power of the two parties is not much different. Yes, after all, Punk has analyzed that Kane is also a third-level professional through systematic analysis. There is no need to lighten disputes if there is no conflict of interest, and Punk is quite curious, how can there be a professional in such a remote place? It is still rare What about knights who are second only to mages?