Chapter 504: You Say He's Gervas?

"Which earl's house is it? I'm fairly familiar with the earls of the Eastern March — perhaps I could help smooth things over. Even if I can't make them leave, at the very least I could get them to show some face and not cause a disturbance inside the town!"

At that moment, Viscount Pat suddenly spoke up.

Hearing this, Andrew no longer cared at all about the earlier humiliation from Pat's second son.

Knowing this matter really did depend on Viscount Pat, he said, "Viscount Pat! Then I'll trouble you! I'm truly worried that these great nobles' party might do something unpleasant in Spring Town!"

"If Viscount Pat can help, I have a jin of magical beast meat here as a token of thanks!"

Pat quite enjoyed the feeling, and nodded in satisfaction. "Very well! Baron Andrew, since we're neighbors, I'll do my best to help you. Prepare some fine food, and let's go take a look together now!"

And so, Andrew hurriedly ordered a servant to bring along some fine food, then set out with Viscount Pat toward the outside of the castle.

"Not from the Eastern March? An earl from the royal capital?" On the road, when Pat learned it was actually not an earl's party from the Eastern March, his brow furrowed slightly.

If it were from the Eastern March, he would naturally know them and be able to speak with them.

But if it were from somewhere else, there was a high chance he wouldn't know them.

And in that case, communicating would be somewhat difficult.

Of course, here on the Eastern March border, he knew so many great nobles — he might be able to borrow the acquaintance of some other earl to get closer.

He didn't need to be like these low-ranking barons like Andrew, who didn't even have the chance to curry connections with such people.

"Viscount Pat, I'm truly counting on you for this. Look, that earl's party is so massive — if they really do stay in the town tonight, I have no idea how much damage they'll cause the town!" Andrew had also noticed something was off, and naturally didn't want Pat to back out.

"Very well! Even if they're not Eastern March nobility, I'll still go and put in a word for you!"

"Then many thanks, Viscount Pat!" Andrew expressed his gratitude once more.

And so, the group quickly arrived at the town, then headed north, and in no time met the earl's party that was waiting to enter the town.

At first glance, the golden griffin banner, along with those two hundred elite cavalry, immediately drew everyone's eyes.

Both Andrew and Pat couldn't help but click their tongues in secret admiration — two hundred elite cavalry like these could only be fielded by a great noble with deep foundations.

Even Viscount Pat, who prided himself on his status, now had a flash of undisguised envy in his eyes.

"Andrew, wait here. I'll, as a viscount, step forward first and greet them on your behalf!"

"Good! Then many thanks, Viscount Pat!" Andrew was naturally only too glad.

So Viscount Pat stepped forward alone some ten meters, arriving before Knight Mi Gen and the others.

In fact, Knight Mi Gen had already spotted Andrew and was about to step forward himself.

But Pat spoke first: "Honored knights, I am Pat, the lord of the neighboring Viscount Pat's domain. I have just learned that your earl's party is passing through Baron Gail's domain!"

"So I come on behalf of Baron Gail to offer greetings, and have brought some fine food for you honored knights to enjoy!"

Pat's bearing now held none of the arrogance he had shown toward the lesser noble — there was only humility and courtesy.

"Viscount Pat?" Knight Mi Gen was taken aback. If he remembered correctly, wasn't this fellow Lei Meng's former lord?

After all, how Lei Meng had been saved by their own lord — his subordinates knew that perfectly well.

Knight Mi Gen immediately forgot his intention to greet Baron Andrew, because clearly there was now something more important to attend to.

"Yes, honored knight. Might I ask if you could pass word — we wish to pay our respects to the earl!" Pat was slightly puzzled inside; the way this knight was looking at him was a little strange.

But after thinking it over, he figured he must have been mistaken.

After all, he had never laid eyes on these knights before.

"Viscount, please wait a moment — I'll go report!" Knight Mi Gen said nothing more, gave an acknowledgment, and hurried toward the rear where his own lord was.

Seeing this, Viscount Pat was inwardly delighted, and immediately retreated several meters back to Andrew's side.

"Viscount Pat, how did it go?"

"With me taking the field, what could possibly fail? That knight has already agreed to report to the earl!"

"When we meet the earl later, Andrew, be polite. I don't think this earl will make things hard for us!"

"Many thanks, Viscount Pat! I will remember your help!"

"Heh! I told you — what are neighbors for?" The corner of Pat's mouth curved up slightly, his expression tinged with enjoyment and self-satisfaction.

"Viscount Pat is here too?"

At the same time, Gervas had received Knight Mi Gen's report and looked toward Lei Meng beside him.

Lei Meng's body gave a start; his eyes first showed a flicker of pain, then became complicated.

"My lord, perhaps I should leave first and come back to find you later!" Lei Meng requested aloud.

"No need! Lei Meng, I am now an earl! If I still needed you to skulk and hide at this point, what good is being an earl to me!"

Gervas understood Lei Meng's thinking — he was trying to avoid putting Gervas in an awkward position.

But that had been back when his rank was low, when he had no choice.

But now, as a proper earl, there was naturally no reason to keep Lei Meng skulking and hiding!

"Come! We'll step forward!"

So Gervas led the group forward directly.

"They're coming!" A moment later, Viscount Pat and Andrew gave a start, because a group of people had emerged from the cavalry opposite.

Clearly, the main party of the earl's entourage had arrived.

They only managed a quick glance at the person in the center opposite — a man wearing an incomparably luxurious silk formal robe.

The robe was so lavish that even Viscount Pat had only ever seen one, never worn one.

How would Pat dare show any negligence? He hurriedly bowed and greeted: "Greetings, my lord the Earl!"

If even Viscount Pat was being this cautious, Andrew hardly needed saying — he too stole a hurried glance, dared not look more, and immediately greeted: "Greetings, my lord the Earl!"

And Gervas, looking at the two before him bowing so respectfully, showed a trace of helplessness on his face.

Now this was fine — clearly the joke had gone too far.

He also didn't know whether his father would later take a whip to Knight Mi Gen.

And Knight Mi Gen, seeing Gervas glare at him, immediately shrank his neck.

After glaring at Knight Mi Gen, Gervas didn't dare delay any longer. "Father, it's me!"

And the two men in front of him both froze.

"Father? What father? What does that mean?" That was Viscount Pat's thought.

Because he had no idea at all what that sentence meant.

Andrew, on the other hand, shuddered, feeling that voice was somewhat familiar.

So, he subconsciously raised his head slightly, and the very next instant, his figure instantly stiffened. "You... you... little Gervas?"

If not for the fact that the face before him was simply too familiar.

Andrew didn't even dare to acknowledge him.

After all, that luxurious formal suit—reportedly a single set cost over a hundred gold coins—the embroidery was all done with gold and silver thread.

Moreover, with so many stars arching around the moon, this was completely and utterly the entourage of a great noble going out. How could their own Gervas possibly have such a retinue?

What Gervas?

While Andrew stood dumbfounded on the spot, Viscount Pat finally realized something as well, and immediately raised his head too.

He first looked at Andrew, then carefully looked at Gervas again.

"Andrew, you said... he's... he's Gervas?"