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nKant had stayed for one night in an inn at the Stone Pass in the past.

nHowever, he had not truly ventured out before.

nAs a noble, a conferred Baron, there were some things that he did not have to do personally.

nFrom the Lion Fort in South County, he rode on a comfortable carriage to reach the Stone Pass in North County. Swadian peasants who accompanied him along the journey were in charge of purchasing goods. They completed these miscellaneous chores wonderfully.

nThe next day. At dawn.

nIt was still early, so they took advantage of the cold to enter the Nahrin Desert and begin their journey.

nKant turned around and looked at the butler beside him who was leading the way.

nThe middle-aged man’s expression was normal, it was as if he had already become used to this sort of dirty environment as well as the slightly pungent smell. He walked forward as if he did not mind at all, even when his leather boots stepped into a puddle of sewage water, casing turbid liquid to splash all over the place.

nStopping his footsteps briefly.

nKant avoided droplets from the splash of sewage.

nAt the academy surrounded by an academic atmosphere, or in the castle that was always cleaned, Kant’s status made it so that he had never come into contact with the life of a bottom feeder. It was filthy, messy, and just plain terrible.

nEven at the Oasis Lookout, because of the system, it was kept particularly clean and hygienic.

nThe leather boots rubbed against the rocks.

nAfter everyone had entered the Stone Pass, Kant immediately mounted his horse.

nManid and the cavalrymen behind him also mounted their horses. They frowned as they looked at the dilapidated houses around them, as well as the poor people in shabby clothes. Their rating of the Stone Pass had gone down a bit.

nAlthough the continent of Caradia was plagued with wars, hygiene was, at the very least, still guaranteed.

nThis was probably due to the design of the Turkish couple.

nKant, of course, knew this very well.

nTo be honest.

nWhether it was the academy, the Castle of Leo, or the bustling City of Lion’s Heart, all the places that Kant had lived in were considered clean.

nAs for the places he had not yet visited.

nFor example, small villages, a knight’s fief, or other gathering places outside castles…

nThe environment of those places would probably be similar to this place.

nA large number of bankrupt peasants or people without any assets lived in these slums. Their clothes were ragged while their bodies were just bags of bones. Their bulging eyes due to hunger had no life in them, instead, they revealed an indifference to life along with fatigue of powerlessness.

nThis world of swords and magic was similar to that of Medieval Europe on Earth.

nKant narrowed his eyes slightly.

nThe butler leading the way had also got on a skinny old horse.

nHe turned around and continued to humbly lead the way and greet Kant. At the same time, his eyes swept over to glance at the desert horses that the Sarrandian Horsemen and the desert bandits were riding behind him. He could not help but feel a little envious.

nHe could not help but exclaim, “They are all high-class warhorses. I imagine only the Lion Fort has them, right?”

nIt was clear that he had misunderstood something.

nKant did not know how to explain. He only said faintly, “As long as they are well-fed, they are high-class warhorses.”

nThe butler noticed the distance in Kant’s words. He nodded humbly in agreement and did not continue to say anything further.

nThe butler also had an idea of what was going on.

nHe was just a servant. Although by relying on Baron Dylan, he could be arrogant towards those poor people, it did not mean that he could be rude, even if a little bit, to Kant who was beside him.

nKant, the Baron of the Nahrin Desert, the King of the Dukedom of Leo, the second son of Cameron.

nThe blood of lions flowed in his veins.

nHe was, essentially, a noble.

nEven if rumors among the nobles spoke of Baron Kant as someone who was exiled to the Nahrin Desert, it was not something that servants like him could talk about. It was the difference in status, the suppression of classes.

nThey continued along the street and went deeper into the Stone Pass.

nThe fortress at the pass was actually quite well-built.

nThe lumberyards and quarries at the Senwaya Range provided a large amount of high-quality stone and wood materials to this place.

nFor example, when entering the south side of the pass, the number of houses built with stone and wood also increased.

nThe outfits of pedestrians were no longer shabby or ragged. Although they still looked rather skinny, one could detect vigor in each of their eyes. Obviously, these were civilians in the Stone Pass who were considered useful.

nIn other words, these people had jobs. They were taxpayers and back-up recruits during wars.

nIf they were in the city, they should be called citizens.

nNow, the civilians were still surprised by Kant’s arrival from the north. They looked curiously at the Sarrandian horseman and the desert bandits riding on their majestic warhorses.

nAt the same time, they also expressed their admiration for their clean and tidy outfits.

nHowever, there were also people with very sharp eyes.

nAs the five Sarrandian Horsemen rode and urged their horses forward, their linen robes fluttered in the wind, revealing the iron hoops and armor plates that were tightly wound together – the Sarrandian chain mail. Those who had looked closer and carefully widened their eyes as they saw these.

nNo matter who it was, those who could wear iron armor were all brave soldiers.

nIn fact, their guesses were also correct.

nAs a Level Four troop class, the Sarrandian Horseman was considered a core force in the later stages of the game.

nAs for top-tier Level Five troop classes such as the mamluke, they were only considered elites due to their scarcity. They were usually sent into battlefields cautiously and could only be treated and used as consumables in the final battles.

nThus, the Sarrandian Horsemen could completely stand on their own.

nHowever, amidst the admiring crowd, a few skinny figures were hiding in the shadows in the corner.

nLooking at Kant ride his horse towards the mansion of Baron Dylan, their faces seemed a little solemn.

nClearly, they knew each other.

nThey exchanged glances with each other. Then, they nodded slightly, put on their hoods, and left separately.

nWooden houses where civilians lived filled both sides of the street.

nThese figures in hoods were not attention-grabbing. The main reason was that North County was frequented by sandstorms and it was very convenient and common for people to put on a hood.

nThey made seven or eight turns.

nFinally, they arrived at a hidden alley somewhere.

nAfter turning around and ensuring that no one was around, they went into a wooden house in the alley, found a basement, and entered it in a single file.

nThe expected narrow storage basement did not appear.

nInstead, it was a slanted passage leading downward. The stairs went underground for about five meters. After that, another wooden door appeared. The leader pushed the door open, and illuminated by the light of the candle, a different world was revealed.

nIt was a space of around 50 square meters and logs were used to support this underground basement.

nAnother door was on the side. It looked like it would lead to somewhere else.

nHowever, in the middle, a hooded man wearing a hood sat on a chair. He held a quill and was writing something quickly. Nonetheless, he still sensed that they had returned. He asked, “What happened?”

n“Lord.”

nThe leader took a step forward and bowed his head respectfully. At the same time, he said, “Baron Kant is here.”

nThe quill stopped moving for a brief moment.

nA drop of ink dripped and left a mark on the slightly yellowed straw paper.

n“What?” The man raised his head. He was middle-aged, but his eyes were unusually sharp.

n“Baron Kant is here. He wants to meet with Baron Dylan at dusk. Right now, the butler is leading him to the official residence. 26 people are accompanying him. According to my observations, there is one servant, five cavalrymen wearing iron armor, and 10 cavalrymen in leather armor.”

nThe man reported quickly. It was simple, quick, and the content was clear.

n“Hah! De didn’t die in the desert.”

nThe man sitting on the chair nodded. The quill pen which was originally used to write at an incredible speed was also placed on the side.

nHe lowered his head slightly. The hood hid his entire face in the darkness. Only his voice could be heard. “I understand. You guys continue to follow Baron Kant. If any situation arises, remember to report it in time.”

n“I understand.” The skinny figures nodded.

n“Leave.” He waved his hand.

nAs the people left, the room instantly became empty again.

nThe sound of the door closing filled the space.

nThe candlelight flickered slightly in the wind.

nThe light in the room also flickered.

n“Interesting.” The person murmured.

nHe raised his head slightly, and his eyes also flickered with the candlelight. With a playful tone, “After the death of Princess Sofia 16 years ago, how many of those who infiltrated the Silver Platter Kingdom remain? ”

nIf a higher-ranking noble were present, he would easily remember many things from these words.

nPrincess Sofia.

nThe eldest princess from the Silver Platter Kingdom.

nA duke of the court with royal blood conferred by the Silver Platter Kingdom.

nThe second lawful wife of Cameron, the King of the Dukedom of Leo.

nAnd…

nBaron Kant’s mother, who died early from illness.

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