Chapter 308 - Conflict Amplified Once Again 1 (1/2)

Although the Rakan Marquis had been evolving, the largest forces of the Baroque Empire was still the Marquis Mayers which was in the southern part.

Their individual power alone had over 900 knights and Gigants of 250.

It was comparable to the overall military power of a duchy.

The basis of the forces were from 17 large and small cities along with vast farmland.

The enormous amount of collected forces in there were all diverted to the support of the Marquis.

In addition, Marquis Mayers was a noble, leading the noblemen provinces of the south.

With all that forces, wealth and political power, the pride of Marquis and their retainers remained inevitable.

No, they were more all less thinking about themselves to be the descendants of the Milton estates of the past.

“We have arrived.”

In front of the permanent residence of Marquis Mayers, a young man dressed in southern continent attire appeared.

His face was exhausted with the long trips and full of anxiety and tension.

‘Getting rejected in here will put me in trouble. I need to meet the Marquis at any cost.’

“Stop.”

As the young man approached, the knights of Marquis Mayers blocked the man by crossing their weapons.

“Please let me leave, I need to speak to the Marquis.”

“What? You need to meet with Marquis?”

At the end of the young man’s words, the knights looked at him from up to bottom.

When they saw there was a sword hanging down his waist, they assumed him to be a mercenary who was traveling around.

There were dozens of people who came there saying they were hired.

“Our Marquis is very busy. He isn’t free enough to meet you, please head back.”

The young man, with a sincere expression, spoke back to the knight.

“This is a huge deal to the Baroque Imperial. I really wish that the Marquis benefit from this, and this won’t cause trouble to anyone, so please, I need to meet him.”

“Uh uh! Do you realize how many times men like you come here saying such stuff? If you don’t move away from here right now, it will turn painful for you!”

A stubborn knight spoke back to the desperate young man.

‘Ha ah, I can’t even get in here!’

The young man with that attire, was Aslad de Ferrierd, the prince of Konrad Kingdom.

Having escaped with his father and the retainers, he was almost betrayed by Lazlie barely managing to escape by taking the help from a southern sailing ship.

And for vengeance against the Baroque Imperials, he turned towards the noblemen.

However, they weren’t welcoming Alsan, who was wandering around looking like a mercenary.