The Dragon Girl would never like the Lord.

Because he knew that he was not the main character of this banquet, and that if he was not careful, he might mess things up.

At this point, Howell Baron naturally didn't indulge him, because the owner of this earldom was also from the North.

It could be said that the other party's words were a mockery of Hilton Byrne and even the Grand Duke of the North.

He stood up, straightened his suit collar, and spoke loudly:

“Viscount Occott, you are referring to something that is common knowledge; it is a difference caused by topography and climate.”

"Like you people in the western regions, your skin is dry and your bark is like that of dead trees, black as charcoal in a fire, all due to the climate."

His words were a rebuttal to the other party.

It's not too aggressive, but it's enough as a return gift.

"That's still better than you, you woman-looking bastard. Don't let me catch you on the battlefield, or I'll treat your buddy the way your father treated your mother in bed."

Andrei Okot had a fiery temper, and without even knowing who the person in front of him was, he immediately retorted.

He was like an uncouth brute, completely lacking in aristocratic manners.

Faced with this humiliation, Howell Barron frowned and immediately retaliated;

"Sure enough, just as rumored, the people in the western region like to eat raw meat, have a preference for young boys, and have no taboo against incest. They are just a bunch of beasts that have not yet evolved."

He knew that the man in front of him was Kaituo's greatest enemy.

They are also enemies we must face in the future. Whether we retaliate now or not, the outcome will be the same.

So he let go of his inhibitions.

"You northern swine, I'm going to kill you!"

Perhaps touched on a sore spot, Andrei Okot, like a mad dog, disregarded the occasion and lunged forward to tear the man in front of him to shreds.

Of course, his anger was not without reason, because he was the product of his father's incestuous relationship with his aunt.

However, this is something outsiders are unaware of…

“Occott, calm down. Don’t be impulsive. This is the Earl’s mansion.”

The nobles of the Western Group were not all brutes; under the pressure of several men, Andrei Ocot stopped.

"I understand, let me go."

Upon hearing the words "Count's Mansion," Andrei Ocott calmed down slightly and looked at his companion beside him;

“Lucid, do you know who he is?”

He returned to his seat, panting heavily, still unable to calm down.

“He is the same person I mentioned to you, the second son of the Howell family, Howell Barron.”

Both sides were well prepared for this pioneering battle and had each other's information.

Howell Barron recognized the other person at a glance.

Andrei Ocott didn't remember all of this, but he's made it up now.

This farce made everyone realize that the rumors about the West were true, and that the Western nobles were nothing but a bunch of brutes with no gentlemanly manners.

Andrei Ocott, who dared to cause trouble in the Earl's mansion, was the most reckless of them all.

This is everyone's impression of him.

Only one person present opposed the idea; the look in the eyes of Andre Ocott, the count's son, changed.

Ron remembered that in the original story, the final victor of this pioneering war was Andrei Ocott.

Furthermore, this person was never a reckless fool; all his actions were deliberate.

Of everyone present, he was the biggest schemer.

This incident reinforced the impression that Andrei Okot was reckless.

In subsequent battles, he made countless reckless moves, causing the Western Army to suffer repeated defeats and more than a dozen minor losses.

Finally, they were driven to flee in terror by the central aristocratic group and escaped into the vast swamp.

Normally, one would be cautious when pursuing an enemy, but after one victory after another, the Central Allied Forces became blinded by the impending triumph.

Everyone thought that Andrei Okot was not smart enough to carry out an ambush, and that he was prepared to wipe out the Western Group in one fell swoop.

However, they never expected that the swamp would become their graveyard.

A person who deliberately creates a dozen or so small failures to achieve success on the last occasion.

How could he be a brute?

On the contrary, this person's cunning is terrifyingly deep!

That's how it is sometimes; people only let you see what they want you to see.

Chapter 37 Ron chooses the swamp. Wilson chooses the path he has to take.

The development hasn't even started yet, and such a huge mess has already occurred.

This matter naturally reached Hilton Byrne's ears.

He didn't show any dissatisfaction, he just smiled and commented;

"This Occott is just like his father, a straightforward person."

The guards and maids around him, upon hearing this, all thought that Earl Berne was incredibly good-natured.

Even if someone caused trouble in the mansion, no one got angry.

"Alright, it's almost time. It's time to preside over the groundbreaking ceremony."

Hilton Byrne spoke calmly, but for a moment his eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he had a tiger in his heart, waiting for the right moment.

Soon, he arrived at the main hall.

As soon as they stepped outside, the nobles present all stood up, bowed, and performed a noble salute.

"The Earl of Burne."

Everyone placed their hands on their chests and bowed respectfully.

Seeing that all the nobles present had lowered their heads, Hilton Byrne nodded in satisfaction.

"Gentlemen, please sit down. Don't be too formal, just make yourselves at home."

He was dressed in a white suit with gold trim, had striking features, a tall and slender figure, and fingers as delicate as a young woman's. He spoke in a gentle tone and appeared very humble.

His every move exudes a strong aristocratic air.

"Thank you, Earl Bourne."

The nobles present then sat down one by one, and the whole hall became quiet, no longer as noisy as before.

Even Andrei Okot sat there quietly, not daring to make any other move.

Even the fiercest dog will bow its head when it sees a tiger.

Hilton Byrne, the second son of the Grand Duke of the North, is like a tiger. Although he may seem gentle and easygoing, it doesn't mean he won't show his fangs.

When it bares its fangs, no one present can withstand it.

"Then, let me explain the rules of this pioneering battle."

Hilton Byrne sat in the head seat in the center and began to speak in a calm and unhurried manner;

"First of all, this expansion war will last for eight months, starting in September. From September 10th onwards, territorial disputes and conquests can be carried out."

"The territory is defined by the area controlled after the war of expansion ends. There were no restrictions on this war of expansion, which means that anyone can take over 10,000 square kilometers of the far north."

At this point, Hilton Byrne paused, then smiled and looked at Andre Ocott;

"If I remember correctly, the territory of the Andre family reached an astonishing four thousand square kilometers, making them the earls with the largest territory in the entire Kingdom of Saint-Tiss."

"Everyone, I believe that some of you may be able to break this miracle, or create an even greater one."

"Now, gentlemen, please choose your initial settlement."

As with the previous expansion rules of the Kingdom of Saint Tiss, once a new expansion site has been selected, no further expansion sites can be chosen within a radius of 20 kilometers.

Hilton Byrne's words inspired many people and deeply moved them.

Of course, the excitement only lasted a short while before being jolted back to reality by harsh truth.

Hilton Byrne did not mention the order of events, but the nobles present knew perfectly well what was going on.

After the two counts' sons and the two major noble groups have made their selections, it will be everyone else's turn.

Otherwise, if you choose a location near them, you might be the first to get hurt.

"I want the Empt Plains."

Just as everyone was waiting, a rough voice brutally entered their ears.

Andrei Okot, who was over 1.9 meters tall, stood up and nailed the family crest representing the Andrei family to the Emt Plain.

Then he scanned the room and finally stopped at Howell Barron;

“I, Andrei Okot, want the most fertile land in the entire far north.”