Chapter 408

"Lord Adams, let me introduce you—this is Baron Mil."

Adams nodded.

He had met Mil before.

And today's formidable display by Mil's subordinates still surprised him.

In fact, having predicted their possible victory, he had earned praise from the Legion Commander and several high nobles.

One could say Mil and his men had indirectly become his good fortune.

So even though Mil was merely a minor noble, Adams held no contempt—he was instead very friendly.

"Baron Mil, we meet again!" Adams greeted warmly.

Mil was stunned; in his original understanding, a count's heir was already a major figure.

How much more so a marquis's heir.

"Young Master Adams, I'm honored to meet you. We haven't yet thanked you for your help at Graystone Bridge Camp last time!"

Adams heard this and thought Mil was being modest. "Baron Mil, you're being too humble—given your men's combat strength today, I doubt the orcs would have gained any advantage even if I hadn't come."

Mil had no such confidence, but seeing Adams speak sincerely, he couldn't contradict him. "Heh, really? Still, we must thank Young Master Adams."

Adams nodded, choosing not to dwell on the matter. Just as he was about to sit down at Larck's invitation, he added casually: "Baron Mil, where are your companions? Didn't they come?"

In truth, Adams wanted to see the famed Gervas.

After all, he was the only noble Adams had ever compared to Lord Harry.

Though he already believed Gervas was nowhere near Lord Harry's level!

But that didn't stop him from wanting to meet this talented minor noble.

"Young Master Adams, my companions are over there!" Mil pointed awkwardly toward Gervas's group.

Just now, Gervas and his party had risen, and Mil had been about to stand too—but Gervas's gaze had held him back.

Now that Adams asked, it made Mil look like he'd neglected minor nobles to flatter the sons of high nobility.

"Hmm, why are they over there?" Adams first looked surprised, then glanced at the seat beside him and realized.

Clearly, Larck and the others had deliberately vacated the spot. He couldn't object to that.

But since Gervas was the true master of those spear troops, he couldn't afford to ignore a genuinely capable noble.

So he halted his movement. "Baron Mil, is Lord Gervas also over there?"

"Lord Gervas? Yes, Young Master Adams!" Mil answered without hesitation.

Though Gervas didn't want to meet these high noble heirs—he found them troublesome—Mil had found through two encounters that Young Master Adams had an excellent character.

If Gervas could be introduced to someone like him, it would greatly benefit Gervas.

Especially since Gervas was so capable. Mil even felt a quiet urge to bring them together.

"Young Master Adams, that's Lord Gervas! Gervas, Young Master Adams wants to meet you!" At that moment, Mil spotted Gervas standing up with his back turned and called out.

Gervas froze, feeling utterly speechless.

The distance between them was only two meters—fleeing now was impossible, and forcing an escape would draw even more attention.

So this time, he couldn't hide.

Gervas simply turned slowly.

When Adams heard the man standing up was Gervas, he turned to look curiously.

But the instant Gervas turned around, Adams's elegant demeanor vanished—he stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.

"H… h…"

"Haha, Young Master Adams, I heard last time you wanted to meet me. I never expected you'd still remember me—it's truly an honor for me, Gervas!"

Before Adams could finish uttering "Harry," Gervas stepped forward, seized Adams's trembling hand, and began chatting with exaggerated excitement.

But Adams was still reeling from the shock. "You're Harry…"

"Lord Adams, I am Gervas Gale, Lord of Stormhold, and Baron Mil's companion!" Gervas cut him off again, squeezing his hand tighter while shooting him urgent glances.

Now Adams understood.

Suppressing his inner excitement and confusion, he struggled to speak: "H… Lord Gervas, I'm honored to meet you too. I've wanted to meet you for a long time! I never imagined it would happen today!"

From this moment, Adams's expression slowly returned to normal—though a trace of excitement still lingered on his face.

After all, Gervas's earlier hints had clearly proven this was the Lord Harry he had longed to meet.

Though the man's identity differed vastly from his original assumptions, perhaps there was some hidden reason?

Of course, even if there were no hidden reason, it didn't matter—he cared about Lord Harry himself, not his title as a duke's son.

This exchange naturally left the surrounding nobles utterly bewildered.

What had caused Adams's earlier excitement?

Why was he now so familiar with an unknown minor noble?

Hadn't Adams been less excited when meeting Mil?

"Young Master Adams, you two chat first. So many noble heirs are waiting—I'll return to my seat. We can talk more another time!" Seeing his hint had worked, Gervas prepared to withdraw.

Yet Adams, though suppressing the urge to confirm his identity, couldn't bear to lose this sudden chance to meet Lord Harry.

So he immediately said: "H… Lord Gervas, this side is too crowded. Why don't I join you?"

Huh?

Gervas: "!!!"

Larck: "???"

Everyone: "???"

"This… Your Excellencies won't mind, right?" Gervas was speechless.

"Of course not, Lord Larck, right?" Adams turned to Larck.

Larck: "..."

What could he say?

You say what you want!

Still, his eyes flickered slightly—Larck clearly didn't want to miss the chance to get closer to Adams. "Ahem, Lord Adams, why don't we all go sit there together? I also feel this place is too crowded…"

Everyone: "!!!"

Thus, all the noble heirs changed seats.

But since the space on that side was limited, they simply pushed two tables together.

That way, no one was left out.

Ian and the others hadn't expected that one moment they were being shunned, and the next, everyone was crowding toward them.

It left them all slightly uncomfortable.

After all, the seating was now cramped—interacting with the beautiful ladies beside them was no longer so free.