Chapter 530 Babol Village

At the entrance of Babol Village, several knights were sitting on their horses and looking at the road in the east from a distance.

"Lord Fergus."

A younger knight asked the leader, "Do you think Paul Graman will come?"

Fergus glanced at him, "Chacon, Lord Graman is a man who strictly abides by his promises. Since I received his reply, and the letter is a positive reply, he will definitely come on the agreed date."

The young knight stopped talking and continued to look at the end of the road.

At this time, at the farthest point of their sight, a cloud of dust was flying.

Gradually, the flying dust became more and more diffuse, as if a team was coming this way.

"Here they come, they are flying the banner of the lord's family." Someone with good eyesight shouted to confirm.

Fergus' heart sank, as if a stone hanging high up finally fell down and landed heavily on his heart.

He said in a deep voice: "Everyone, the lord is here, now hide your thoughts, be careful in the reception, and don't show any flaws in advance."

"Don't worry, Lord Fergus."

Everyone patted their chests and responded.

The team was getting closer and closer, and everyone finally saw the size of the team. Fergus roughly estimated that there were more than fifty people.

His heart was tightly clenched again. What's going on? Why are there so many people.

Is the lord here to hunt, or... or... or to capture people?

He knew that the guards who protected the lord were all good fighters with strong martial arts skills. These fifty people could beat the five hundred people on his side.

But now the bow and arrow were on the bowstring, and he had no way out.

Fergus gritted his teeth and shook the reins lightly. The mount under his crotch seemed to be able to sense the complicated mood of his master. It didn't move its hooves obediently as usual, but turned around restlessly.

"Shaq! Be good and listen."

Fergus touched the horse's neck and calmed the uneasy mount. Finally, the horse took four steps and ran forward in small steps.

When he was about a hundred yards away from the team, two knights ran out of the team.

"Stop! Tell me your identity." One of the knights shouted to Fergus.

"I am Fergus, a knight of the Graman family! The lord recognizes me."

Fergus also responded loudly, feeling a little unhappy. However, he had been away from Lake Heart Town for several years, and these two people might be newcomers and didn't know him.

The team had stopped, and Paul recognized Fergus. He shouted to the front: "It's okay, let him come."

The two knights then flashed to both sides and made way for Fergus.

Fergus urged the horse and soon came in front of Paul. He flipped off the horse and saluted Paul - using the traditional etiquette of a knight meeting his lord.

"Thank you for coming, Lord Graman. My friends and I are proud of your presence today."

"Long time no see, Fergus!" Paul laughed. He wanted to get off his horse and hug Fergus, but he was immediately reminded by a sharp look from the captain of the guard, Victor.

Some time ago, Cecil, the head of the intelligence department, and Victor, the captain of the guard, repeatedly reminded Paul not to approach those who he didn't have much contact with on weekdays, no matter how familiar and trusting he was with him before.

Considering that what he had done recently was a bit sensitive, Paul decided to follow their advice.

He glanced at the former family knight with a little apology.

"I should thank you for inviting me to such an interesting event. Alas, I was too busy these days, so I had to decline your invitations several times. I'm very sorry. Hahaha!"

"No way!" Fergus also laughed and replied, "It is a great honor for me that Lord Graman can come. It's just..."

He glanced at the long line, revealing a hint of doubt in his words.

"Oh! This is all Victor's fault."

Paul put his hat on the head of the captain of the guards next to him without hesitation, "I said I was just going out in my own territory, not going to Jingyao to meet the king, there is no need to make such a big fuss, but he didn't listen and insisted on doing it."

There was still some anger in his tone.

Victor turned over and got off the horse without changing his expression, and stepped forward to hug Fergus.

"Long time no see, Lord Fergus."

"Really long time no see, Victor, you have become mature. Are you responsible for Lord Graman's guard work now?"

"Yes!"

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"Where's Russ?"

"Lord Hayden is now the head of the Public Security Department, and he pushed me into this."

Victor and Fergus were old acquaintances, and he explained why he brought so many guards, "Lord Fergus, you have been living in the countryside and have little contact with the outside world, but the current Alda is not the remote and desolate Alda of the past. I don't know how many people outside are coveting Lord Graman's power and wealth, and of course his life. So now when Lord Graman travels, I have to arrange so many people."

He put on a complaining expression, "Well, you know, I'm under a lot of pressure right now." He flipped up his hair again, "Look at my hair now. Is it less than when we last met?" A lot.”

Fergus felt relieved a little. Listening to their words, it seemed that they had not brought so many people here just to come to him.

"Please, Lord Grayman, come to my manor first, and I will help you wash away the wind and dust, and drive away the fatigue of your travels."

Fergus smiled and invited Paul, "Oh, by the way." He pointed to the people still waiting at the entrance of the village.

"A few other friends are coming with me to greet you. Let me introduce them to you later."

Paul nodded, "Okay! Take me to your manor to sit there, my Fergus."

Fergus then remounted his horse and led Paul's team towards the village.

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"Graiman is here!"

At the entrance of the village, the remaining knights watched Fergus running over to make contact with the lord's team.

The young man whom Fergus called Chacon said with some anxiety: "Why did he bring so many people with him? Could it be that he knew something in advance?"

"We'll see what Lord Fergus wants later."

He was answered by another young man who was slightly older than Chacon, "Huh! What's the use of bringing more people? This is our territory, and we have to control it when we come. No matter how many people there are, it's just a matter of order." For Lyman’s burial.”

The young man looked at the team with a cold look in his eyes.