Ice and Fire: Reign of the Dragon.

Chapter 294 The Little Ones Are Always the Hurt

It seemed that alcohol killed rationality, and it seemed that the lively environment concealed the embarrassment of the quarrel, so that the people attending the banquet did not notice that there was a family going crazy in the corner. In fact, only the three young people on the second floor noticed this family in the corner.

Basilone frowned and planned to go downstairs to dissuade them. After all, this was Longzel's party. Although the old man would not care about these little episodes, after all, no one really dared to make trouble in front of him, and simple noise would not violate the rights of guests - who cares?
In terms of danger, isn't the finger dance played by the pirates of the Iron Islands and the barbarians of the North more dangerous? But Basilone still felt that he couldn't ignore this emergency. Just as he was about to walk out, he was stopped by Daenerys.

She shook her head: "Don't worry." She looked at Igor who was standing aside: "Igor, which company this is from, you should know, right?"

"Are you testing me, sister?" Igor leaned over the railing with a wicked smile.

Daenerys narrowed her eyes. "Is this how I am in your eyes, sister?"

"Of course not." Igor looked at the family who were having a heated conversation in the corner. "They are acquaintances. The one with gray hair is Earl Westerling, Lord of Cliff City. His father, Earl Roland, once served as the treasurer under my grandfather. The tall man next to him is Earl Sarsfield, Lord of Sarsfield City. Their family's archers are very famous, but in the Battle of the Red Fork, they were blocked at the mouth of the river by the infantry of 'Warrior' Frey. Old Earl Sarsfield was crushed to death by the falling Vhagar. Earl Sarsfield's aunt is the wife of Earl Westerling."

"I think I know why they quarreled." Daenerys sighed. "Basilon, maybe there is a bastard in their family who made great contributions in the Conquest. If I remember correctly, my father mentioned that bastard before."

Basilone was a little confused.

"Okay, sister, stop teasing your brother-in-law." Igor interrupted Daenerys's questioning with a smile. "Listen."

William Hisham could never have imagined that his normal return to attend the coronation ceremony of the new king and have a meal would actually bring back the most unbearable memories in his heart.

"The family can give you the necessary support, William." Earl Westerling raised a cup filled with silver wine and said slowly, "Westerling's gold is piled up in every warehouse. As long as you nod your head in agreement, we can give you everything you need, gold and manpower."

"And then you give them all to the child brought by the girl from Sarsfield? Just because his last name is Westerling? Seven layers of hell, Dad, I still call you Dad, but it was the late king who led us to the war, and it was Prince Longzel who granted me the castle and population. You want me to give up the land I exchanged my life for to a widow's child for nothing?"

"That's your second brother's widow." Earl Westerling said slowly, "William, you are a Greek mountain after all. The water of conquest is deep. We old guys can see it more clearly than you."

The old earl lowered his voice, walked to his bastard, and whispered like a devil who instigated mortals to betray the teachings of the Seven Gods: "If those foolish guys hadn't assassinated Prince Rhaegar, would you have been given such a large land? Don't be naive, child. Xishan is different from Westerling and Reyes, and Westerling is different from Reyes. Your nephew, no, as long as you agree, he is your son. He has the blood of Westerling, Sarsfield, Reyes, and Marbrand in his body. Only he can keep your land."

William Hisham gritted his teeth and looked at his biological father angrily.

He didn't dare to go crazy at Longzel's banquet, so he could only lower his voice as if he was deflated: "Why are you eyeing my land? I have tried my best not to appear in front of you."

Lord Westerling still smiled slowly.

Of course, he couldn't tell his illegitimate son that the gold mines in Westerling were about to run out, and the territory built on the mines would inevitably decline after losing the gold mines. The land William Hill was granted was not small. Although it was not as fertile as the coastal land and the land by Lake Myr, it was comparable to the fertile land in the mountains of the Westerly - the fertile land connected together.

"The family is protecting you, William." Seeing that William's attitude had softened, Earl Westerling continued with a smile, "The family has learned some inside information through the Reyes family and the Bol family. The conquered land needs to be redistributed, and His Majesty the King will appoint new dukes and governors in the near future."

William's body trembled.

Sweat instantly soaked the silk clothes he had bought with his long-accumulated savings. This situation was too familiar. After the victory of the Great Crusade, many of them did not receive land, but could only receive annual pensions from several governors. At that time, only the descendants of the great nobles and the knights who had made outstanding military achievements could obtain land and titles. It was not until the local nobles were almost cleared that the situation improved slightly.

The conquered land is so small, but there are many knights and nobles waiting for the land. Those guys with noble surnames have been eyeing them, such as Xishanhewen, Fengbaofohua and the like, for a long time.

Only those illegitimate children with truly extraordinary abilities could treat their proud relatives calmly. For example, the illegitimate child of the Mareways family directly changed his surname to Fleur after being granted the castle and created a new branch of the nobility - but that was because he really charged into the battles, followed the king's dragon in the Great Crusade, and captured several castles of local nobles in the War of Revenge.

These people were powerless to resist the redivision of spheres of influence as long as their feudal lords had any strange ideas.

The ones who will definitely get hurt are these "nobles" who only have land but no power.

William went over in his mind the great nobles who might be promoted, and became even more desperate.

"Everyone, Grandfather has prepared music for everyone." At this time, Igor and his companions, who had finally had enough of the melon, slowly walked down the stairs. Daenerys bowed gracefully and said, "Why don't you take your seats and enjoy the show."

"Princess Daenerys looks stunning today." Earl Westerling immediately straightened his back, changed his slow speaking style, and even spoke in a flattering tone.

Daenerys smiled and said nothing. She took the opportunity to hook her arm around Basilone's arm and glanced at Igor sideways.

It's your turn, buddy.

Igor understood, stretched out his hand and pointed the direction for several people.

The third generation heir of the Varese family personally led the way, so they naturally did not dare to be negligent and could only return to their seats.

It was not until this time that William let out a long sigh and lowered his head with some gratitude.

(End of this chapter)