458: Chapter 214 New Generation_3 458: Chapter 214 New Generation_3 Brandon lowered his head with difficulty: “I’m sorry, my lord…
I’ve never kept track.”
He doesn’t even know himself?
Leon was surprised but then realized, yes, if he was born to lower-class farmers, even counting might require the use of hands and toes.
He did not continue to inquire, judging by his appearance, this child was probably around thirteen or fourteen years old.
“How did you come to know Uncle Ron?” Leon asked curiously, interested in the other’s experience of meeting the conscientious officer who had fled from Rolannar.
Warfare accompanied by famines, along with consecutive disasters, it was not easy for a child from a lower-class farming family to survive.
Seeing the Baron Avalon, who was markedly different from the fierce Baron Shatai with a much gentler and amiable demeanor, the boy was moved by his approachability and began to slowly speak.
“…A while ago, I can’t remember how long, the village was raided, and I almost starved in the village, but I met a beautiful lady who gave me a dagger and a Gold Coin, and told me the direction to Shatai City…
and then, just outside Shatai City, I encountered many mounted robbers…
it was then, I met Uncle Ron, who was locked in a cage…”
Leon listened by the campfire until the boy fell asleep amidst exhaustion.
The night passed without incident, and the next day the boy seemed to cheer up, at least not looking as gloomy as the day before.
After packing up his travel gear, Leon continued his journey on Death Claw, but as he entered a more familiar territory, he did not rush to return to Avalon and instead followed the map towards Archers City.
Approaching the afternoon, he finally reached the outskirts of Feudal Lord’s New Residence City.
Leon commanded Griffin to land outside the main city gate, then leaped off and asked Olivia to take Brandon back to Avalon first.
After Death Claw left, he quickly entered Archers City, borrowing a military horse directly from the Thorny Flower Knights guarding the city gates.
On both sides of the boulevard, new and old citizens were bustling, and the merchant streets were very prosperous, but Leon had no interest in observing this scene.
The restored peace and prosperity of the city only increased Leon’s urgency about the immense crisis he had witnessed in the Eastern parts during his travels.
He hurried to the Lord’s castle, and without much need to announce his identity, most guards and servants in the castle still remembered the Thorny Flower Knight.
Even those who did not remember recognized the exquisite Sword at his waist, which was identical to the treasure sword of the Thorny Flower Family Head.
In the Earldom, such an honored knight was none other than the highly trusted Baron Avalon himself.
He smoothly passed through the courtyard and reached the castle’s main hall.
The family knights guarding saluted and opened the doors of the hall for the Baron.
Leon quickly entered the grand hall, akin to a Royal Palace.
Leon saw in the vast hall that there were only two people conversing.
Aside from Count Eriv himself upon the throne, stood his eldest son, the newly titled Thorny Flower Young Master, Fedor.
From afar, Count Eriv, upon seeing the silver-armored Black Robe he hadn’t seen for days, inadvertently revealed a joyous smile.
Especially thinking about the revenues from the Avalon Territory’s Iron Ore, his lips turned up involuntarily.
“Ha~ Look who’s here, my Griffin knight, unseen for almost two months, finally deigned to visit me,” Count Eriv stood up from his seat and jokingly raised his arm towards his favorite lucky general.
Seeing the Feudal Lord’s enthusiasm, Leon’s heart warmed amidst his burning urgency, and he slightly relaxed, but he immediately spoke earnestly: “Lord Eriv, this time, I…”
“Lord Pendragon, do not be improper before the Lord’s presence,” Fedor interrupted.
Count Eriv frowned slightly, glancing sideways at his son.
Leon felt awkward for a moment, realizing he was indeed too hasty.
“My apologies, my lord,” he bowed and kneeled before the throne.
The Thorny Flower Earl said little else, only coming down the steps and helping Leon up.
“No matter, I know you must have something important to tell me.”
Speaking, Count Eriv waved his hand towards his son: “Fedor, go attend to your own matters.”
“Yes, father,” the Thorny Flower Young Master bowed and left.
Count Eriv then smilingly pulled Leon, heading towards the corridor without further ado: “Let’s talk in the conference room.”