Chapter 59: The Northern Nobles' Conference

  In the territory of the Northern Viscount of West Harte. Faced with the sudden change in situation, the remaining nobles naturally gathered together to discuss countermeasures.

  One floor of the castle, very large in area, but for defensive purposes, the windows were built extremely small. Even during the day, the rooms had to burn cow oil lamps, and under the flickering flames, dozens of wooden tables were arranged in a circle, with various stewed, roasted, fried meat dishes on top, as well as a small amount of vegetables.

  Of course, there are also various types of wine with very mediocre brewing levels.

  Behind these tables sat the nobles of the North, unbroken and unbowed, who were feasting and discussing their strategy.

  In the previous siege, they occupied the initial advantage, but then the frost giant's reinforcements rushed from behind, and they had to retreat their troops to avoid being caught in a pincer movement. Overall, today's battle was still a small victory for them.

  The scene of the current banquet is very lively, with mutual flattery and boasting, as well as scenes of one-upmanship rising and falling, just like a noisy vegetable market.

  But apparently these nobles all enjoyed this atmosphere.

  The youth who had escaped from the Siege of Pellsburg was also present, he was the second son of Baron Xihate, a grandson of a family of mages.

  The young master who is unlikely to inherit the baronetcy, Hart. At this moment, he has a head of white hair and wears a black fur cloak, sitting two rows behind Lord Seahart. His attendant, the rare martial artist Sim, sits beside him.

  "That son of a bitch Luther, actually colluding with the Frost Giants! If it weren't for things coming too suddenly this time, I'd love to go up and strangle that fat neck of his right now!" A noble loudly bellowed, unscrupulously shooting off his mouth.

  The nobles of Beidi have inherited for hundreds of years, but the bloody and barbaric nature in their bones has not changed.

  As this noble shouted, other nobles also followed suit, just like a pack of quarreling dogs.

  In this circle, the currently strongest Western Baron has not spoken, but only watched the performance of the crowd. After these people shouted for half a day, Western drank up the beer in his cup and slammed it heavily on the armrest of his chair, making a dull sound.

  "If you've had enough, it's time to discuss how to bite those sons of bitches to death." said Baron Sihat with a broad chest.

  He was a sturdy man. His height, which was one head taller than the average person, did not seem too excessive, and his broad chest and shoulders made him appear to be a very reliable person. The scars on his face and his single eye let people know that his strength was absolutely not obtained through boasting or gambling.

  He is currently the most powerful one among the remaining nobles, a 10-level warrior who can be responsible for saying that he alone can kill everyone in this great hall.

  So when he spoke, everyone fell silent.

  "Ruther that trash, none of us take him seriously, but the problem is, he brought with him over twenty Frost Giants that we dare not confront lightly." Xihate continued to speak in his usual gruff tone, without a hint of embarrassment or shame for himself and the nobles before him.

  "They beat us senseless, but we can't seem to get rid of them, and that's the problem. We're not here today to blow our own horns. Our goal is how to deal with those worthless trash, Lushe and his Frost Giants."

  The scene suddenly fell silent.

  "First of all, we need a real commander, and I think that person is me." Xi Hart said in a low voice, and as soon as he said this, the whole scene became even quieter, as if even dropping a needle could be heard.

  The wind whistled through the window, setting off the pale blue faces of the other nobles.

  "Secondly, we need a reliable ally. At present, it seems that we have to turn to Earl Drakkor for help. If there is a better choice, I would not choose Earl Drakkor. Otherwise, we will be deeper and deeper in the trap of slavery."

  As they spoke of this, the nobles fell even more silent, with only the tallow candles on their heads flickering and burning in the wind.

  "I have a proposal." A fat noble raised his hand and stood up, saying: "The Dragon Scourge family is a bunch of bastards, I'm sure everyone has a number in their minds. Bringing them to the North would be only slightly better than that idiot Lusere ruling over us."

  He glanced around, his several months' worth of unshaven beard making his face look less chubby.

  "Half a year ago, my failure, I'm sure everyone still remembers. In that failure, I lost almost all of my liquid assets, and you guys didn't miss the opportunity to take advantage of me." His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, staring at this group of bandits' descendants.

  Facing his glare, others drank and ate meat as if nothing was wrong, or stared back at him like roadside onlookers, wearing extremely sympathetic expressions.

  "I think the black castle's mage might be a good choice." He ignored these unscrupulous lords and brought up his own idea.

  After making this proposal, the nobles behind him burst into laughter and ridiculed him for being brain-damaged, actually coming up with such a foolish suggestion.

  "Let's not talk about what kind of abilities this sorcerer with a group of dog-headed people has, just talking about the defeat under Black Castle, you can lose all your face, let alone, the Dragon Seal family only cares that the castle is not occupied by evil wizards, now you actually want to borrow their power, Montesquieu, are you really blinded by greed?!" The other nobles burst into laughter.

  "This fat man loudly argued: 'Who among you still thinks that after we defeated Luther's rebellion and truly controlled the North, we need to listen to those bastards from the Longwei family for everything? And as far as I know, there is a transport team from the South going to Heifeng, even the Longwei family doesn't dare to stop them easily! What does this mean? This means that we can sell those gems at a higher price through the mages of Heifeng! Bypassing the Longwei family and trading with the South!"

  As soon as the words were spoken, the entire hall fell silent, followed by a buzz of discussion, and the more they discussed, the more excited they became.

  Xihat seems to have taken the suggestion to heart. He leaned over and consulted with his advisor, Duncan, a 10th-level Ice Goddess priest who had been his deputy commander when he was still leading a mercenary group.

  "The alliance with the Darkburg seems not to meet the Goddess's expectations. But the Goddess never had consistent ideas and preferences, her will is as elusive as a blizzard on a glacier. Now Luther has taken the initiative, if we stick to our own way and don't form an alliance with others, we'll be the first to be trampled by history." Duncan analyzed coldly with a poker face.

  Duncan had a head of white hair tied back in a loose little braid at the nape of his neck, and his eyes were half-closed, looking like a snake just awakened from hibernation.

  But he was always, and had been from the first, Sir Walter's most trusted man.

  After hearing Duncan say that, Xi Hart also determined his own thoughts and did not clear the field. As soon as he spoke up, the entire scene quieted down. This is where Xi Hart's power lies.

  "Since that's the case, we'll form an alliance with the dark castle's mage. We're still unclear about this mage's attitude and thoughts, or even if he has any intention of participating in such matters, so we need a messenger team to bring our gifts and probe their intentions."

  Xi Haote turned his head and looked around at the nobles, asking in a low voice: "Who is willing to go?"