In the hall, the franchise ceremony continues.

The royal capital band sounded the celebration and had a touch of solemn music. One by one, the nobles came forward to listen to the seal, and the orders and appointments representing the supremacy of the king's power were distributed to the nobles present in an orderly manner.

"Baron Kaidozi!" The king's servant read the name of Baron Kaidozi, and finally it was his turn. The baron took a deep breath, strode out of the nobles' queue, and stood in the middle.

"The army led by Baron Kaidozi has made many achievements in the battles of Gordon Heights, the Felmer Grand Canyon, the Charlotte Recovery Battle, the City of Audis, and other battles. They are hereby awarded the Viscount!" The voice of the attendant was not loud, but Baron Kaidozi could hear every word clearly.

Resisting the excitement in his heart, Baron Kaidozi calmly ended the silk book handed down by his servant.

This light silk book carries Baron Kaidozi's nearly lifelong struggle.

More than half of the nobles present had not been granted the title. King Fostein, who was sitting at the highest point of the hall, did not show any fatigue. All the nobles of Fostein were signed and granted by the king. This was his power and his duty.

Outside the hall, Locke and a group of "quasi-knights" were standing quietly, the sun was shining above their heads, and it was already noon.

Drops of sweat slid down from his neck. The July sun was a little poisonous. Rock quietly moved his fighting spirit silently. He didn't want him to wait to enter the hall after he was wet.

Despite this, Locke's back was still a small piece of wet. Fortunately, Grace chose a good dress, with a pure black body and clean white cuffs. If you don't look carefully, you can't find this little detail.

Others are not so lucky. Although they changed into military uniforms and wore noble dresses, their style was a bit inconsistent. Many people's clothes were already wet. It was not that their fighting spirit was not up to standard, but that no matter how strong they were, they could not evaporate all the moisture out of thin air.

When the sun sets west, the voice of summoning them finally came from the hall.

Nearly thirty officers entered the hall in an orderly manner under the leadership of their attendants.

Perhaps because of the military background, they walked surprisingly consistently when entering the hall, and their arms swung strongly, giving people a powerful visual effect.

The king nodded without a trace. Compared with most of the old nobles in the hall, he admired these new nobles more. Motivation and vitality are synonymous with these new nobles. Fostertan's rise requires the efforts of these nobles.

Prince Kensel sat upright at this time. A large part of the knights below were those who were promoted by him. The addition of these new blood could greatly increase Prince Kensel's voice.

Since entering the hall, Locke has always had a very accurate intuition to see his nose and mouth.

Baron Cadozi at the corner of the hall, Marquis Mamen in the forefront of the nobles, Prince Kensel on the steps, and even His Majesty, their great king.

These eyes stayed for a short while and soon dissipated. Locke slowly relaxed his breath, and the sweat on his back in the past few seconds was more than outside.

Those with high positions and powerful positions have been in high positions for a long time. No matter how strong they are, they always see that there will be a pressure on people. Locke has experienced this pressure many times in Baron Kaidozi. If the pressure before was a trickle, then it is now a waterfall-like existence.

Locke's nerves were big enough, and he didn't change much from beginning to end.

Maybe it was because he was too nervous. From commendation to awarding merits, and then finally receiving his appointment letter to represent the noble title, Locke thought it had just begun, but it had ended.

Holding the silk book in his hand, Locke followed the stream to a banquet hall in the palace.

Tonight, there will be a grand ball and dinner at the Palace of Forstein.

On the way, most of the nobles around gathered together to chat, and socializing is a compulsory course for a qualified noble.

Only Locke, the newly-recent nobles, had a little stiff expression and seemed to want to integrate into other nobles, but they didn't know how to act.

"Locke! Congratulations!" Baron Kaidozi walked to Locke and patted Locke's shoulder and congratulated him.

"Thank you, Lord Viscount!" Locke's expression slowed down, and it felt great to meet an acquaintance.

Baron Kaidozi is no longer a baron, and the Viscount is his current title. In addition to the title, Baron Kaidozi also owns a new territory in two towns southwest of the Kingdom of Charles.

Among the many nobles who were awarded the title today, Baron Kaidozi's gains are among the top ones.

Locke's "Vissue" made Baron Kaidozi feel very good.

"Where is the Will Knight?" Rock asked curiously.

Baron Kaidozi pointed to the front right, and Knight Will was chatting and laughing with a group of nobles. It seemed that this knight was not as good as he showed. Of course, from now on, Knight Will will no longer be a mere knight. Sir Will, this is his new name.

The lively dinner did not arouse much interest from Rock. To this day, Rock has attended several dinners. Most of the strangeness that was once out of place has disappeared. As for why it was not integrated into it, it can only be said that Rock doesn't like it very much.

This is a common problem for all new nobles, because in Fostertan there is only one way to promote military merit. All noble ancestors were originally soldiers in the army. The intrigues between nobles and invisible confrontations between the nobles, these "novices" will take years, decades, or even generations to learn.

Shaking his wine glass, Rock was free and leaning against a railing at the window of the banquet hall, looking at the well-dressed nobles below.

This place is good, not only is there few people and quiet, but it is also a second floor. Locke can easily see any corner of the hall, and the moon and stars outside are sparsely beautiful. Locke feels that he has the potential to be a bard, although he can't spit out a decent poem.

The king only appeared after the banquet began. His Majesty must be old and rarely participated in such aristocratic social activities. He just raised his glass and took a sip, and left with the help of the attendant.

The nobles sent their king away with respectful attention.

Although the king left, Prince Kensel and Princess Kent who came with him became the focus of the audience.

Prince Kensel was not only young, but also the heir to the future kingdom. Waves of nobles came forward to toast, and Prince Kensel never refused.

This kind of red wine exclusive to the nobleman tastes sweet and has only a small stamina. Even Locke can drink a whole bucket without changing his face, let alone Prince Kensell, who is stronger.

Because tonight's banquet was a banquet with a relatively obvious public service, the nobles did not bring their families, and only a few female nobles from the Forstein Kingdom were present.

The charming Princess Kent is the focus of it. This sister from the Marquis of the Likiah League, has a distinct jasper-style southern girl's family, and the mature charm commission of the king's wife, attracted many nobles' attention, either bright or dark.

Unfortunately, Angelina didn't come, and Locke lowered his head in disappointment.

King Foster has more than a dozen children. Prince Kensel and Princess Angelina can only be said to be the king's most concerned and favored. Prince Kensel was able to attend this banquet because he was the actual leader of the Lion Legion. Angelina's virtual position as the head of the magician unit was not qualified.

Drinking the wine, Locke's mood has gone from the excitement of becoming a noble at first to the emptiness and bitterness that is about to be far away from his loved ones.

Half a month later, he was about to leave Foster and embark on an unknown journey to the Omor Empire. Locke has always been a stable person. Until now, he cannot be said to regret it. He is just a little confused when he is about to leave.

"Hope everything will be better." Locke sighed in a low voice, then drank the red wine in his glass.

Adjusting his mood, Locke walked into the hall below with a smile. He needed to say hello to the nobles he knew and make friends.

Including Prince Kensel, Marquis Marquis, Baron Cadozi, Knight Will, and several new knights he had just met, Locke just discovered that Viscount Melson and his uncle Earl George also came to the banquet hall, and these people needed him to toast them one by one.

People will change, including Locke, who doesn't like socializing, but must do so.

Everything is for survival—

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Thank you, thank you!
Chapter completed!