Chapter 408: Harry? Gervas?

"Lord Adams, allow me to introduce you; this is Baron Mier!"

Adams nodded.

He had seen this Mier before.

And today, the fierce performance of Mier and his subordinates still exceeded his expectations.

In fact, because he had determined they might win, he himself had received praise from the Legion Commander and a host of great nobles.

One could say that Mier and the others had, in a way, become his lucky stars.

Therefore, even though Mier was merely a minor noble of Baron rank, Adams would not look down on him; on the contrary, he was very friendly.

"Baron Mier, we meet again!" Adams greeted him warmly with a smile.

Mier was overwhelmed with honor; in his original understanding, the children of Earls were already great figures.

Let alone the heir to a Hou Jue.

"Young Master Adams, it is an honor to see you; we have not yet thanked you for your help to us at the Grey Stone Bridge Camp last time!"

Hearing this, Adams felt Mier was being modest. "Baron Mier, you are being modest. Given the combat power of your subordinates today, I believe that even if I had not come, the Orcs might not have gained the upper hand!"

Mier did not have such confidence, but seeing Adams speak seriously, he found it hard to contradict. "Hehe, is that so? But regardless, we must thank Young Master Adams."

Adams nodded and did not dwell on the matter. Just as he was about to take his seat following Lark's invitation, he suddenly added offhandedly, "Baron Mier, where are your few companions? Did they not come?"

In fact, Adams wanted to see the legendary Gervas.

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

Although he already believed that Gervas absolutely could not compare to Lord Harry!

That did not stop him from wanting to meet this outstanding minor noble.

"Young Master Adams, my companions are over there!" Mier pointed somewhat awkwardly toward Gervas and his group.

Just now, when Gervas and the others stood up, Mier had originally intended to stand as well, but he was suppressed by Gervas's gaze.

Now that Adams asked, it naturally made it seem as though he, to cater to these children of great nobles, had neglected the minor nobles.

"Hmm, why are they over there?" Adams was first surprised, but in an instant he looked at the seats beside him and came to his senses.

It was clearly Lark and the others who had deliberately made room; naturally, he could say nothing about this.

However, thinking that Gervas was the master of those spear soldiers, he naturally could not neglect a truly talented noble in such a manner.

So, he stopped his movement. "Baron Mier, is Viscount Gervas over there as well?"

"Viscount Gervas? Yes, Young Master Adams!" Mier answered very smoothly.

Although Gervas did not want to see these children of great nobles, finding it troublesome, through two encounters, Mier felt that this heir to Hou Jue Adams had a very good character.

If such a person could get to know Gervas, it would undoubtedly provide huge help to Gervas.

Especially since Gervas was so capable, Mier even felt somewhat proactive about bringing the two together.

"Young Master Adams, that is Viscount Gervas. Gervas, Young Master Adams wishes to see you!" At this moment, Baron Mier saw Gervas, who was facing away from them, stand up, and immediately called out.

Gervas's body paused; he felt somewhat speechless.

And the distance between the two sides was only a little over two meters; fleeing now would definitely be too late, and forcing an escape would only attract more attention.

So, this time it was probably impossible to hide.

Thus, Gervas simply turned around slowly.

And as soon as Adams heard that the person standing up ahead was Gervas, he immediately looked over with curiosity.

However, in the next instant when Gervas turned his head back, Adams's originally elegant demeanor vanished completely; the whole person was as if struck by lightning, frozen stiff right there on the spot.

"Ha... ha..."

"Haha, Young Master Adams, I heard last time you wanted to see me; I didn't expect you to remember me this time. It is truly my, Gervas's, honor!"

Before Adams could finish shouting the two words "Harry," Gervas stepped forward directly, grabbed Adams's trembling hand, and began talking with an extremely excited appearance.

But Adams naturally had not yet reacted from the huge shock. "You are Harry..."

"Lord Adams, I am Gervas Gale, Lord of Stormhold, and a companion of Baron Mier!" Gervas interrupted again, while increasing the force on his hand and constantly making eye signals toward Adams.

At this, how could Adams not understand?

Suppressing the excitement and doubt in his heart, he spoke with difficulty. "Ha... Viscount Gervas, I am also very honored to see you; I wanted to meet you before! I didn't expect to really meet you this time!"

From this moment on, Adams's expression returned to normal, of course, with a trace of excitement still remaining on his face.

After all, the other party's hint just now was enough to prove that the person before him was indeed the Lord Harry he had been longing for.

Although the other party's identity had a huge gap from his original speculation, perhaps there was some hidden circumstance?

Of course, actually, even if there were no hidden circumstances, it did not matter; what he cared about was Lord Harry himself, not the identity of a duke's son.

And this conversation between the two naturally made the surrounding nobles feel quite bewildered.

What was the situation with Adams's excitement just now?

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

Young Master Adams didn't seem this excited when meeting Mier, did he?

"Young Master Adams, you two talk first; so many young nobles are waiting, so I will return to my seat first. If there is an opportunity in the future, we can chat slowly then!" Seeing that his hint had taken effect, Gervas prepared to withdraw first.

However, although Adams suppressed the impulse to directly confirm the identity, he was reluctant to give up this sudden opportunity to meet Lord Harry.

So, Adams immediately said, "Ha... Viscount Gervas, it is a bit crowded over here; how about I go sit with you?"

Hmm?

Gervas: "!!!"

Lark: "???"

Everyone: "???"

"This... my lords, you won't mind, will you?" Gervas was speechless.

"They certainly won't mind, Lord Lark, right?" Adams looked at Lark.

Lark: "..."

What more can I say?

Whatever you say goes!

Of course, after a slight roll of his eyes, Lark clearly did not want to miss the chance to get close to Adams. "Ahem, Lord Adams, why don't we go sit over there? I also feel this place is getting crowded..."

Everyone: "!!!"

And so, all the noble scions changed their seats.

However, since the seats over there were also limited, everyone simply pushed two tables together.

That way, no one was left out.

Yet Ian and the others did not expect that those who had been ostracized just moments ago would suddenly all crowd over to their side.

This, in turn, made the few of them feel somewhat uncomfortable.

After all, with the seats becoming crowded, their interactions with the beautiful ladies beside them were no longer so free.