Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 2 Hidden murderous intent

When Levi arrived at the door of the banquet hall accompanied by his maid, the afterglow of the setting sun had gradually faded.

"Sir, please put down your sword!"

Standing at the door were two guards wearing bright silver armor. They were burly and half a head taller than Levi.

Seeing the sword hanging on Levi's waist, they looked at him fiercely and subconsciously pressed the hilt of the sword at their waist.

Hey, who are you trying to scare?

Levi looked at them without showing any weakness.

The air gradually became stagnant.

Just as beads of sweat appeared on the foreheads of the two men unconsciously, Levi finally showed a smile on his face and threw the sword at his waist over, "Big guys, keep it safe. If you lose it, you can't afford the compensation even if you sell the two of you!

The heavy atmosphere was swept away.

One of them took the sword steadily, breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his face, "Sir, I wish you a happy banquet."

Unconsciously, his tone became much more respectful.

It was really the look in Levi's eyes just now that made him feel like his head would fall off in the next second.

It makes people tremble uncontrollably.

It was like being stared at by a ferocious jungle tiger, with no intention of resisting at all.

"Ah! This is a sword made of mithril! Only elves can make it. It's worth at least 500 gold grams!"

Gudong~
"That knight did not lie..."

……

The shocked voice behind him made Levi's mouth curl up slightly.

He could actually put the sword into the system space, but in that case, what would be the point of getting this sword?
You can't stop pretending...

Levi hummed a little tune and walked into the banquet hall.

White light emanated from thousands of unknown gems, illuminating the entire banquet hall as if it were daytime.

The ground was covered with a thick layer of red wool carpet, and walking on it felt like walking on the clouds.

The spacious banquet hall was furnished with long wooden tables covered with white tablecloths woven from fine velvet and decorated with golden tulips in the middle.

A faint fragrance came, and Levi couldn't help rubbing his nose.

To be honest, Levi was a little uncomfortable with suddenly coming to such a high-end place, as he had always been in the arena, which was full of sweat and various strange smells.

The well-dressed waiter brought Levi to the table and sat him down. With one hand behind his back, he bent down slightly and elegantly poured him a glass of red liquid wine.

"What kind of wine is this? It's quite delicious." Levi smacked his lips after taking a sip.

It is more like fruit wine than wine, and it has a strong fruity aroma after drinking it.

"Sir, this is red wine from the Golden Garden."

Looking at this obviously country bumpkin, the waiter couldn't help but puff out his chest with a proud look on his face.

"Damn it, he got it!"

Under the waiter's slightly contemptuous gaze.

Levi drank the wine in the glass in one gulp like a cow chewing a peony, then looked at the waiter with pride.

Although I don't understand it, I can drink it. Even if you understand it, you can only stand by and serve me, watching me drink!

The waiter was stunned by Levi's actions. The next moment, when he understood the meaning, his face was full of surprise and an ugly look as if the good cabbage was eaten by a pig.

"Fill my cup, sir!" Levi said viciously.

Looking at the dejected waiter who was pouring wine for him obediently, Levi smiled triumphantly.

This is the same as when someone is reluctant to ride his newly bought bicycle, so he not only rides it, but also stands up and pedals it.

You are too young to fight with the Sir!
There was still some time before the banquet started, but most of the guests had already arrived, talking in twos and threes with their heads down. After eavesdropping for a while, Levi found that most of them were discussing the purpose of the Duke summoning them, the vassal, to the banquet.

However, Levi saw that some lords had faint smiles on their faces, as if everything was under control and they obviously knew some inside information.

Just then, a handsome, burly middle-aged man with blond hair walked in from outside, with a gorgeous sword hanging from his waist.

As a famous person, Levi recognized him instantly.

This is Damon Iseli, the younger brother of Duke Shillong, who is known as the "Golden Lion of the Plateau".

Although he is nearly fifty years old, time does not seem to have left much trace on his face.

"Something is wrong."

Levi thought secretly.

Two years ago, not long after this "Golden Lion of the Plateau" arrived in the southern border, he had a rift with his brother, Duke of Xillon, and was demoted from the commander of the Koren garrison to the border to accompany the lizardmen.

Why are you here suddenly at this time?

Did he reconcile with the Duke of Xillon? Or was there another reason?

The key point is that this golden lion of the plateau was demoted to the border because he made no secret of his desire to inherit the title.

Levi, who was drinking with his head down, found that many people present were greeting this plateau golden lion enthusiastically.

Even the waiter beside him had a hint of admiration in his eyes.

It seems that this Damon Iseli, the Golden Lion of the Plateau, is very popular.

This is not good news.

After a while, the host of the banquet finally appeared.

However, the appearance of the Duke of Shillong was unique. He was carried out by a burly man who was three blades tall.

Levi even suspected that this strong man had a trace of giant blood in him.

The old man in his arms was skinny, with an old face and a withered figure. His hair, the standard blond hair of the Iseli family, looked like a strand of dull dead grass.

Levi was afraid that the Duke of Cologne would die in the next second.

It seems that the rumors are true, and the Duke really does not have much time left.

As Duke Shillong took his seat at the main seat, the banquet officially began.

Young and beautiful maids flitted between the long tables like butterflies, serving delicious dishes.

Honey bear paws, whitebait salad, black pine layer cake, charcoal-grilled venison legs, Cologne's specialty tulip flower pancakes, a plate of fresh cherries, and a pine-scented pork chop that is rarely seen even on the tables of nobles. Levi's appetite was whetted by the sight.

It seems like staying to attend this banquet is a good decision.

This banquet was not to celebrate Levi becoming a vassal of the Iseli family. As a pioneer lord, he did not have such a great honor.

Levi even doubted whether the Duke of Cologne, who had his granddaughter confer the title on him, remembered him or not.

As soon as he had this thought, he was called out and introduced to everyone by the Duke of Shillong, who was "not long for his time".

Although it was just a brief introduction, Levi still felt a little "flattered", and then began to wonder whether the Duke of Shillong's behavior had any other meaning.

What made him feel even more surprised was that Damon Iseli, who was sitting on the right hand side of Duke Shillon, smiled at him kindly.

No, there's a problem!

He was a down-and-out baron who gained the title of pioneer lord by relying on his fame in the arena.

Any lord present here would be much more famous than him.

He considered himself not to be a young hero, nor was there anything worth others' coveting.

How could I be worthy of being noticed by these two big shots?

(End of this chapter)