abnabooks Chapter 111 The Noble Gourmet Brotherhood
Chapter 111 The Noble Gourmet Brotherhood
Chapter 111 The Noble Gourmet Brotherhood
The Supreme Court justices are still arguing their case.
"Bang!"
Hensett strode forward and his metal-gloved fist slammed into his face.
"Waaah————"
The Chief Justice saw stars and groaned in pain.
"Old man, it's time to shut up."
"Hensette said with a cold laugh."
Miodrag ignored Henselt's actions and even scratched his ear.
He refocused his gaze on Alwin and asked the question that was currently troubling him the most.
"Baron Alwin, that dragon lizard golem has flown away. Will it return?"
Arwen feigned thought, "Your Majesty, that golem is no longer a living being. I severely injured it once, almost cutting off its head. If nothing unexpected happens, it will not fly back."
Miodrag breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good."
"Did you all hear that? The monster has been defeated by the Baron!"
"Hensette, immediately summon the knights and guards for rescue and to appease the nobles and the people of the city."
"yes!"
Hensey ordered the knights to lift the chief justice up and stride out of the hall.
"That annoying old man is finally gone," Miodrag chuckled, having noticed Holt's subtle movements long ago. "Baron Alwin, do you have any further requests?"
Arwen no longer concealed anything and told the story of Atamon.
A moment later, Miodrag paced back and forth inside the hall.
"How could such a thing exist? Liar! Damn it! Damn it! Absolutely damn it!"
"According to the kingdom's laws, they are murderers and deserve to be hanged!"
"When my father, King Io, was reborn, he also had doubts about this, but due to the reason why the young count died because of the Witcher and the pressure from the nobles, he could only turn a blind eye to the 'Freaks, or Witchers' description and what happened afterward."
"But I never expected that Count Grafiacan was actually killed by Atamon!"
"And the Ban Ad Magic Academy failed to fulfill its obligation to protect the capital as agreed; I will convict them!"
Arwen stood aside, watching Miodrag's indignant expression, and knew perfectly well that this was nothing more than a show put on for him.
"Thank you, Your Majesty," Arwen said symbolically.
Miodrag raised his hand. "Rest assured, I swear on my honor that I will take care of this for you."
At that moment, a commotion broke in through the cracked window, and a knight pushed open the palace door and rushed to the king.
Miodrag's eyes flashed with panic. "Sir Sylvester, what has happened?"
The knight knelt on one knee. "Your Majesty, it was Marquis Louis-Pold of the Upper Lands, along with the Witcher of the Wolf School, who entered the capital and assisted Prince Henselt in quelling the remaining golems."
"Your Majesty, Ad Kalley is safe now."
Miodrag paused for a moment.
Another Witcher?
He then gave Alwin and Holt a meaningful look.
The oak door is adorned with exquisite relief carvings.
The space behind the door was very spacious and decorated in an extremely luxurious and grand manner. Knights' armor and swords were placed on both sides, and coats of arms and banners were hung on the walls.
A crystal chandelier, occupying half the room, hangs from the circular ceiling, emitting a bright glow.
In the center of the room was a horseshoe-shaped long table, on which were placed fruit, salted almonds, and Toussaint wine.
The Royal Knights Hall of Ad Carra.
Twenty-four lord's chairs were neatly arranged in order, and many people were already seated there.
If the Kingdom of Cordwin were a publicly listed company, they would all be directors of the country, second only to the king.
To the left of the head of the table, the first person is the Marquis of Louis-Boldt, dressed in a magnificent red suit. Although he had rested for a few days, his eyes still showed signs of fatigue.
Next was a middle-aged man in a blue suit, leaning back in a lord's chair, his face solemn and his eyes haughty. Even on this important occasion, he remained calm and composed.
He casually adjusted the lace cuffs, which were embroidered with two silver fish back to back.
The Marquis Sirius Vaiknin, who is in charge of the lakeside landmark.
Further to the left was a man of similar age to the Marquis of Vaiknin. He casually reached into the silver plate, picked up a salted almond, and popped it into his mouth. He chatted with the Marquis of Vaiknin from time to time, and the two of them laughed heartily.
It's obvious that the two have a good relationship.
The second most important figure in the Lakeside Estate, after the Marquis, was Earl Finnegan.
Further to the left are Estefan Trello da Cunha, the Royal Governor of Security, and Jan Ehenholz, the Royal Chief Hunter.
The first seat to the right of the main seat is empty; this position is reserved for the Marquis of the Western Lands.
However, the western border is adjacent to the Castor Mountains, and on the other side of the mountains lies the Redania and Henvers Alliance.
Over the years, the Codwin and Humphries alliance have had occasional clashes at the border.
Therefore, the Marquis of the Western Lands often did not attend such events.
The next person was an elderly man with gray hair, dressed solemnly and properly, and rarely smiled.
Count Rupert Mansfield, the border lord of the downstream target area.
As for why it wasn't a marquisate, the reason is the same as the westward journey's landmark.
The Marquis of the downstream target land must keep a close eye on Aden in the south.
Their friction with Aden was even more severe, to the point of resorting to war.
Next was the Royal Herald and Brotherhood Scribe, Acta da Mülleré.
The King's chief censor, Abelard Levisley.
And an old man in the corner.
"Gentlemen, as is customary, the Noble Gourmet Brotherhood meets on the first Wednesday of each month. Today is November 5th, a Sunday, so there are still two days to go."
The Marquis of Lakeside Lands sat up straight and spread his hands.
"Did the royal envoy issue an urgent order for us to gather here ahead of schedule? Has something major happened?"
"Along the way, there were houses in the capital that had been burned down, but there were no signs of an attack, as if they were left by a flying dragon."
"Louis Tbold, my friend, you are closest to here. Tell us before His Majesty arrives."
Marquis Louis-Pold sighed. "It's a golem, Vaiknin."
The Marquis of Lakeside Landmark murmured in confusion, "A golem? A golem made by Artamon of the Ben Ade Magic Academy?"
"Bang!"
The Earl of the Lower Lands slammed his fists on the table, his eyes blazing with fury, and roared.
"By the plague, six days ago, my knights were confronting Aden at the border when these normally obedient golems suddenly turned against us, forcing my knights to retreat to Phrygian and return the occupied land to Aden in vain!"
"Euclid? Don't you owe us an explanation?!"
"Um!?"
Upon hearing this, all eyes turned to the elderly man sitting in the corner, with gray hair and wearing a blue wizard's robe.
Euclid Croft, the principal of Ben Ade Magic Academy.
Many of the nobles present echoed this sentiment, their eyes filled with anger.
Euclid feigned a squinting, as if taking a nap, and remained as steady as a mountain in the face of the crowd's questions.
As for the Marquis of Lakeside, he remained seated firmly in his lord's chair, observing the situation with a cold, indifferent gaze.
When he first saw the golem, he thought it was unreliable.
Even humans can hardly guarantee their loyalty, let alone the golems created by cunning wizards.
But Ben Ade Magic Academy holds a very special position in Cordwin, so he couldn't say too much.
After all, the capital of Cordwin was originally the location of Ban Aard Academy, but now it has been given to this group of magic madmen.
He remained vigilant about this, so there were basically no incidents of golems causing trouble within his territory.
The oak door was suddenly pushed open, and the noisy scene instantly quieted down.
The familiar voice of the royal steward rang out.
"His Majesty the King has arrived. Please remain silent!"